Post Prohibition is a celebration of the craft of the cocktail. That’s something I can get behind! If you’re interested in making one killer minibar at home or making some well crafted cocktails for a special event this is the place to go. Cheers!
This weekend a few friends and I were rocking out to the Positive K album. You know the one, “The Skills Dat Pay Da Bills”. Anyways we found that the song “I Got a Man” worked nicely with a slight copy edit. Go ahead and change all the ‘Man’s with ‘Grandma’s.
Here are the highlights:
I got a Gram
I’m not tryin to hear that see
I got a Gram
What’s your Gram got to do with me?
Well hey I think you’re bluffing
Well I’ma call my Grandma
Well I can get a bran-muffin
Well look I’ll treat you good
My Grandma treats me better
I talk sweet on the phone
My Grandma writes me letters
I’ll tell you that I want you, and tell you that I care
My Grandma says the same except she’s sincere
Well I’m clean cut and dapper, that’s what I’m about
My Grandma buys me things and she takes me out
Well you can keep your Grandma, cause I don’t go that route
So when your Grandma don’t treat you like she used to
I kick in like a turbo booster
You want lovin you don’t have to ask when
Your Grandma’s a headache, I’ll be your aspirin
Here is the first of many photographs with the Stereo Lens Holga shot by Hardly Square. When the two lens’ shots flip back and forth it opens up some interesting depth and creates a dynamic photograph.
“Ode to My Toothbrush”
By now you’ve heard the rumors. My abuse, my negligence. It’s true. I’m sorry. We are cruel giants, manipulative of your appliance. Baby, lets relish the now. Do it once more. I applaud your lonely charity. Under the artificial light you seem blue and brainless. But you’re not. At 7 o’clock when I wake I think of you. I don’t dare utter a single word without your treatment. I want to yank you from your wet chamber, and dress you in some fluoride compound. I can hear it now, the soft sound of falling water and you doing my dirty work. Up and down, Back and forth. Back and forth, in my mouth. My hand on your body, guiding, working through it together. The positions I put you in… You are an apology in my hand. Ultimately, I know you just want to keep me smiling. This craving, it’s a compulsion I can’t just wash down the drain. But it’s not just in the morning that I think to you. Just before I go to bed, when I get that urge, that taste in my mouth. You are a necessity to me. Can’t you see? Your long body, strong bristles, you have a grip about you. I promise, you’ll never slip from my hands.
by Peter Sullivan
Devin just took a great new Propergander photo.