Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
"... In the spectacle of Death, in the endurance of intolerable pain, and in the
irrevocableness of a vanished past, there is a sacredness, an over-powering
awe, a feeling of the vastness, the depth, the inexhaustible mystery of
existence, in which, as by some strange marriage of pain, the sufferer is bound
to the world by bonds of sorrow. In these moments of insight, we lose all
eagerness of temporary desire, all struggling and striving for petty ends, all
care for the little trivial things that, to a superficial view, make up the
common life of day by day; we see, surrounding the narrow raft illumined by
the flickering light of human comradeship, the dark ocean on whose rolling
waves we toss for a brief hour; from the great night without, a chill blast
breaks in upon our refuge; all the loneliness of humanity amid hostile forces is
concentrated upon the individual soul, which must struggle alone, with what
of courage it can command, against the whole weight of a universe that cares
nothing for its hopes and fears. Victory, in this struggle with the powers of
darkness, is the true baptism into the glorious company of heroes, the true
initiation into the overmastering beauty of human existence. From that awful
encounter of the soul with the outer world, enunciation, wisdom and charity
are born; and with their birth a new life begins."
irrevocableness of a vanished past, there is a sacredness, an over-powering
awe, a feeling of the vastness, the depth, the inexhaustible mystery of
existence, in which, as by some strange marriage of pain, the sufferer is bound
to the world by bonds of sorrow. In these moments of insight, we lose all
eagerness of temporary desire, all struggling and striving for petty ends, all
care for the little trivial things that, to a superficial view, make up the
common life of day by day; we see, surrounding the narrow raft illumined by
the flickering light of human comradeship, the dark ocean on whose rolling
waves we toss for a brief hour; from the great night without, a chill blast
breaks in upon our refuge; all the loneliness of humanity amid hostile forces is
concentrated upon the individual soul, which must struggle alone, with what
of courage it can command, against the whole weight of a universe that cares
nothing for its hopes and fears. Victory, in this struggle with the powers of
darkness, is the true baptism into the glorious company of heroes, the true
initiation into the overmastering beauty of human existence. From that awful
encounter of the soul with the outer world, enunciation, wisdom and charity
are born; and with their birth a new life begins."
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
business is business.
i thought id write a little bit about what really happened to my salon, since some people think they can talk shit, and spread lies.
i stole this salon. straight up. this fuck who owns another salon on Lab property was running it, or rather running it into the ground. he was gracious enough to let me work here from time to time, and i tried to convince him to let me take it over. he would still be the top dog, but i would change the way it was run, from a rental salon full of mean old ladies, so the "hip", fun salon it became. he strung me along for a few months until i went behind his back, to the property manager, and convinced her to let me take it. they agreed.
the landlord wanted to put in a clause that said that they could pull the lease for any reason after 90 days. i said the only way i would agree to that is if i had the same clause, in cause i wanted to bounce. he said i could have it too, but i would have to pay like a $24,000 dollar deposit. i didnt have that. i expressed my concern about having the clause in there, and the property manager said "as long as youre doing what you need to be doing, it wont happen"
i didnt have that kind of money, so i signed.
the question people always had when they heard i opened a salon was "how the fuck did Jav do that?", like utter disbelief that an asshole like me could get keys to a building. well, the way i did it was that the salon was already here. i paid first, last deposit. thats about it. i didnt have to do much building/renovating. the stations were here. i basically just took over a building. so the startup was minimal. i never OWNED the building, the Lab did.
im not going to pretend that business was booming. it was really hard to start. we opened with a bare crew. i think people came in thinking it was going to be a booming business, and a few werent ready or willing to put in the work it takes to make a new business flourish. paying rent on a 2100 square foot building in the "nice" or "hip" part of costa mesa was not an easy feat. but i did it. yeah, i was late on rent once. i know of OTHER salons owned by the Lab that are/were/have been upwards of $30,000 behind on rent. but, i wont talk anymore shit about THAT crew right now.
in december, my reserves of money ran out. the salon was struggling at this point. ill be real. we were running on a staff of about 6 or 7 full time, and had a couple part time here and there. the salon had 12 stations. so we never got a full team.
on december 13th, Lenixx was born.
on december 14th, i got a text from the property manager asking if i had rent for december. at this point, i had paid rent up to then. i was not months and months behind on rent like some people have said. i told her that i did not have rent at that point. she informed me that the landlord had decided, or was considering giving the building to someone else. one of the happiest times in my life was just marred by some incredibly heartbreaking news. but at this point, no other paperwork had been signed by anyone else.
a week or so later, the property manager told me that the people who were going to take over the building wanted to come in and take some measurements. i said that wasnt a good idea, as i wasnt in the salon that day and i hadnt told my staff what was going on because it wasnt a sure thing yet.
about an hour later, i got a text saying that some guys were there to take measurements. 4 or 5 guys busted in and told my staff that "jav and (property manager) said it was cool if we came in". why the fuck would i say it was cool?
turns out it was the same jackass who was friends with one of the stylists at my salon, who had come in a few weeks before, asking to look around, and pulled out a video camera.
anyway, this is how the staff found out that something was up. by the guy who was ATTEMPTING to take the salon over showing up. i guess he announced that he had signed a lease and he could do whatever he wanted, which was absolutely not true. i was planning on telling the staff AFTER the new tenant had signed a lease. pulling everyone together and breaking it down. instead, he came in and announced it to everyone himself basically.
the person who is taking the salon over work(s) at a salon on the other side of costa mesa, and i know a couple people that work there. me being me, i told them about it, and when confronted he denied everything. he didnt want anyone at his current salon knowing his plans. it got back to me that he said that the reason he got the salon was because i hadnt paid rent for over three months. im sure he was told that by the leasing agent of the Lab, who was probably upset because he didnt get the commission on leasing the building to me because i had gone straight to the property manager.
in the wake of losing the salon, i kind of shut down emotionally towards it. i didnt jump up and try to get money together for a new salon. i felt defeated. i DID talk to a couple people about putting capital towards a new spot, but between the fact that i had just lost one, and the fact that nobody else really has money right now, it just didnt work. so i didnt push it. just dealing with the fact that THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of dollars were just GONE, never to be gotten back... i didnt know what to do.
i suppose i cant be MAD about losing the salon. it was literally taken from me EXACTLY how i took it from someone else. business is business. i keep telling myself that over and over. i cant take it personally.
so where do i go from here? i move forward. i find somewhere else to work. i try to make money. i cut hair. its what i do.
the hardest part, for me, is accepting the fact that i will NEVER find a place like that again. a building with an office, and a studio, and everything else. a place i could ride my bike inside, ride my bike around the neighborhood and see my friends who also have businesses on the block. a place i could record music at 8am. a place i could come in any time i wanted and do anything i wanted. anywhere else i go from here, will be someone else's, with their rules. i thought for sure i would never have to do that again. but here i am.
i stole this salon. straight up. this fuck who owns another salon on Lab property was running it, or rather running it into the ground. he was gracious enough to let me work here from time to time, and i tried to convince him to let me take it over. he would still be the top dog, but i would change the way it was run, from a rental salon full of mean old ladies, so the "hip", fun salon it became. he strung me along for a few months until i went behind his back, to the property manager, and convinced her to let me take it. they agreed.
the landlord wanted to put in a clause that said that they could pull the lease for any reason after 90 days. i said the only way i would agree to that is if i had the same clause, in cause i wanted to bounce. he said i could have it too, but i would have to pay like a $24,000 dollar deposit. i didnt have that. i expressed my concern about having the clause in there, and the property manager said "as long as youre doing what you need to be doing, it wont happen"
i didnt have that kind of money, so i signed.
the question people always had when they heard i opened a salon was "how the fuck did Jav do that?", like utter disbelief that an asshole like me could get keys to a building. well, the way i did it was that the salon was already here. i paid first, last deposit. thats about it. i didnt have to do much building/renovating. the stations were here. i basically just took over a building. so the startup was minimal. i never OWNED the building, the Lab did.
im not going to pretend that business was booming. it was really hard to start. we opened with a bare crew. i think people came in thinking it was going to be a booming business, and a few werent ready or willing to put in the work it takes to make a new business flourish. paying rent on a 2100 square foot building in the "nice" or "hip" part of costa mesa was not an easy feat. but i did it. yeah, i was late on rent once. i know of OTHER salons owned by the Lab that are/were/have been upwards of $30,000 behind on rent. but, i wont talk anymore shit about THAT crew right now.
in december, my reserves of money ran out. the salon was struggling at this point. ill be real. we were running on a staff of about 6 or 7 full time, and had a couple part time here and there. the salon had 12 stations. so we never got a full team.
on december 13th, Lenixx was born.
on december 14th, i got a text from the property manager asking if i had rent for december. at this point, i had paid rent up to then. i was not months and months behind on rent like some people have said. i told her that i did not have rent at that point. she informed me that the landlord had decided, or was considering giving the building to someone else. one of the happiest times in my life was just marred by some incredibly heartbreaking news. but at this point, no other paperwork had been signed by anyone else.
a week or so later, the property manager told me that the people who were going to take over the building wanted to come in and take some measurements. i said that wasnt a good idea, as i wasnt in the salon that day and i hadnt told my staff what was going on because it wasnt a sure thing yet.
about an hour later, i got a text saying that some guys were there to take measurements. 4 or 5 guys busted in and told my staff that "jav and (property manager) said it was cool if we came in". why the fuck would i say it was cool?
turns out it was the same jackass who was friends with one of the stylists at my salon, who had come in a few weeks before, asking to look around, and pulled out a video camera.
anyway, this is how the staff found out that something was up. by the guy who was ATTEMPTING to take the salon over showing up. i guess he announced that he had signed a lease and he could do whatever he wanted, which was absolutely not true. i was planning on telling the staff AFTER the new tenant had signed a lease. pulling everyone together and breaking it down. instead, he came in and announced it to everyone himself basically.
the person who is taking the salon over work(s) at a salon on the other side of costa mesa, and i know a couple people that work there. me being me, i told them about it, and when confronted he denied everything. he didnt want anyone at his current salon knowing his plans. it got back to me that he said that the reason he got the salon was because i hadnt paid rent for over three months. im sure he was told that by the leasing agent of the Lab, who was probably upset because he didnt get the commission on leasing the building to me because i had gone straight to the property manager.
in the wake of losing the salon, i kind of shut down emotionally towards it. i didnt jump up and try to get money together for a new salon. i felt defeated. i DID talk to a couple people about putting capital towards a new spot, but between the fact that i had just lost one, and the fact that nobody else really has money right now, it just didnt work. so i didnt push it. just dealing with the fact that THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of dollars were just GONE, never to be gotten back... i didnt know what to do.
i suppose i cant be MAD about losing the salon. it was literally taken from me EXACTLY how i took it from someone else. business is business. i keep telling myself that over and over. i cant take it personally.
so where do i go from here? i move forward. i find somewhere else to work. i try to make money. i cut hair. its what i do.
the hardest part, for me, is accepting the fact that i will NEVER find a place like that again. a building with an office, and a studio, and everything else. a place i could ride my bike inside, ride my bike around the neighborhood and see my friends who also have businesses on the block. a place i could record music at 8am. a place i could come in any time i wanted and do anything i wanted. anywhere else i go from here, will be someone else's, with their rules. i thought for sure i would never have to do that again. but here i am.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
let down
i guess i was around 12 when i started reading Thrasher Magazine. it was my first real exposure to punk rock, other than watching the cable access channel when the "alternative" video show came on.
i remember very distinctly seeing the Big Black "songs about fucking" album cover, with it's unisex anime person straining mid-coitus, stark colors and generally eye-catching design.
i never once listened to them, not even a second to see what they sound like, until today.
i was actually led to it today by Matt Skiba singing "my head is pounding like a pillow, like a Big Black song"
it made me think, am i missing something? so i did a quick youtube search and actually found a song from the album thats a Kraftwerk cover. how can i go wrong, right?
it kind of reminds me of Joy Division a bit, but i know that at 12 i would not have been ready for this, and at 33 i cant say that i enjoy it very much. maybe some of the other songs are better, i dont know and im probably not going to find out.
i remember very distinctly seeing the Big Black "songs about fucking" album cover, with it's unisex anime person straining mid-coitus, stark colors and generally eye-catching design.
i never once listened to them, not even a second to see what they sound like, until today.
i was actually led to it today by Matt Skiba singing "my head is pounding like a pillow, like a Big Black song"
it made me think, am i missing something? so i did a quick youtube search and actually found a song from the album thats a Kraftwerk cover. how can i go wrong, right?
it kind of reminds me of Joy Division a bit, but i know that at 12 i would not have been ready for this, and at 33 i cant say that i enjoy it very much. maybe some of the other songs are better, i dont know and im probably not going to find out.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
into the sunset
on saturday morning i sold my car
i googled "cash 4 cars", called the first one, checked its credentials, and talked to a sales guy via an instant messenger type deal on the site. a week later, they called me, and i was waiting on the title to be mailed from my mom. two days later i called the dude, and within two hours he was at my car.
he cruised around a lot, took pics, started it up, and offered me four 100 dollar bills.
i accepted.
it was hard to accept that i basically just sold my car for roughly 11,600 less than i paid for it, over the course of eight years.
what was harder was taking all the stickers off, cleaning all the shit out of the glovebox, etc.
im now the proud owner of a 2002 Hyundai Accent, license plate XERICAX
i googled "cash 4 cars", called the first one, checked its credentials, and talked to a sales guy via an instant messenger type deal on the site. a week later, they called me, and i was waiting on the title to be mailed from my mom. two days later i called the dude, and within two hours he was at my car.
he cruised around a lot, took pics, started it up, and offered me four 100 dollar bills.
i accepted.
it was hard to accept that i basically just sold my car for roughly 11,600 less than i paid for it, over the course of eight years.
what was harder was taking all the stickers off, cleaning all the shit out of the glovebox, etc.
im now the proud owner of a 2002 Hyundai Accent, license plate XERICAX
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
i was watching No Reservations yesterday morning. i really like that show.
he was in LA, and one of the first things he talked about was that people in southern california spend a lot of their time in their car. your car becomes an extension of you. it takes on a personality. it becomes a friend.a companion.
my car is no longer working. ive had it since 2000. ten summers. it has 209,000 miles on it. at one time, each of those miles meant something. we went places. good places, bad places, necessary places, fun places, stupid places.
i miss its smell. its inconveniences. its familiarity. its safety. its danger. its unreliability.
its kind of a perfect metaphor for a relationship- for better or for worse. you accept and treasure someone, even if some of the things they do arent "perfect".
i miss my car.
he was in LA, and one of the first things he talked about was that people in southern california spend a lot of their time in their car. your car becomes an extension of you. it takes on a personality. it becomes a friend.a companion.
my car is no longer working. ive had it since 2000. ten summers. it has 209,000 miles on it. at one time, each of those miles meant something. we went places. good places, bad places, necessary places, fun places, stupid places.
i miss its smell. its inconveniences. its familiarity. its safety. its danger. its unreliability.
its kind of a perfect metaphor for a relationship- for better or for worse. you accept and treasure someone, even if some of the things they do arent "perfect".
i miss my car.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
"even if i did believe"
If I had undeniable proof of the existence of Yahweh, aka Jehovah, aka Adonai, aka El Shaddai, aka Yahweh Elohim, the father of Jesus and the ancient leader of the Semitic peoples, I still would not worship the bastard. If an angel appeared to me and removed my appendectomy scar so I could never deny the reality of divine power, I still would not be a Christian. My primary reason for not being a Christian has nothing to do with my lack of belief in their god. My primary reason is that the Bible is a disgusting book describing the behavior of a god without the morality of the average high school student.
That God does what he wants, when he wants, without even an attempt at self-justification, and all for what reason? According to Paul, all for his own greater glory. For his own glory he condemns billions to eternal torment, drowns millions of innocent beasts and thousands of children, orders the slaughter of entire cities down to the last man, woman, and child, creates a race that he knows is flawed and will hurt itself, refuses to deal with any other god on a friendly basis, rains doom on those who dare to try to be as knowledgable as he is, and so on.
~Tim Maroney
That God does what he wants, when he wants, without even an attempt at self-justification, and all for what reason? According to Paul, all for his own greater glory. For his own glory he condemns billions to eternal torment, drowns millions of innocent beasts and thousands of children, orders the slaughter of entire cities down to the last man, woman, and child, creates a race that he knows is flawed and will hurt itself, refuses to deal with any other god on a friendly basis, rains doom on those who dare to try to be as knowledgable as he is, and so on.
~Tim Maroney
Monday, September 20, 2010
dead shell
the pain of life is great
and some will find it sweet
to the rot beneath the earth
while we rot
and live
and breathe
in this sick fucking world never did i forget
existence is fucking pain
and there is beauty in death
and some will find it sweet
to the rot beneath the earth
while we rot
and live
and breathe
in this sick fucking world never did i forget
existence is fucking pain
and there is beauty in death
Sunday, September 19, 2010
it was painfully obvious to everyone, except her, that he was a homosexual.
as she danced like a Peanuts character, swaying like a flower child... drawing closer to him, going in for a kiss- only to have him pull away or make a face like he was smelling brussell sprouts for the first time, i felt sad for her.
then, i got really annoyed because she wouldnt stop dancing.
he knew every word. made up dances to go with the songs.
he told her he wanted some water, and she nodded longingly. wishing he would drink her.
the night most assuredly ended in disappointment. for him, for her.
as she danced like a Peanuts character, swaying like a flower child... drawing closer to him, going in for a kiss- only to have him pull away or make a face like he was smelling brussell sprouts for the first time, i felt sad for her.
then, i got really annoyed because she wouldnt stop dancing.
he knew every word. made up dances to go with the songs.
he told her he wanted some water, and she nodded longingly. wishing he would drink her.
the night most assuredly ended in disappointment. for him, for her.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
6. Tyrannical toward himself, he must be tyrannical toward others. All the gentle and enervating sentiments of kinship, love, friendship, gratitude, and even honor, must be suppressed in him and give place to the cold and single-minded passion for revolution. For him, there exists only one pleasure, on consolation, one reward, one satisfaction – the success of the revolution. Night and day he must have but one thought, one aim – merciless destruction. Striving cold-bloodedly and indefatigably toward this end, he must be prepared to destroy himself and to destroy with his own hands everything that stands in the path of the revolution.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
im a big fan of showing people that you dont need fancy, expensive equipment to make something beautiful. all of these photos were taken with my iphone. granted, i paid .99 cents for an application to make them look "cool", but im very passionate about showing that its more about the SUBJECT, the circumstances, and the eye than about the technique and technicality of a shot.
some people may look at my "work" and dismiss it, but these are interesting to me, and thats one of the most important aspects of art in my opinion, for it to be captivating and interesting.
taking down the ferris wheel, oc fair, 645am
bathroom wall in the kitchen of the salon. had a bunch of shitty records, and an empty wall.
random chair
inside the cooler at Commissary Lounge
ice machine
centennial farm, costa mesa
southern california
some people may look at my "work" and dismiss it, but these are interesting to me, and thats one of the most important aspects of art in my opinion, for it to be captivating and interesting.
taking down the ferris wheel, oc fair, 645am
bathroom wall in the kitchen of the salon. had a bunch of shitty records, and an empty wall.
random chair
inside the cooler at Commissary Lounge
ice machine
centennial farm, costa mesa
southern california
Monday, August 23, 2010
sad.
"However, while all these albums were regarded as solid efforts, Hayes was no longer selling large numbers. He and his wife were forced into bankruptcy in 1976, as they owed over $6 million. By the end of the bankruptcy proceedings in 1977, Hayes had lost his home, much of his personal property, and the rights to all future royalties earned from the music he'd written, performed, and produced."
helicopter
bloc party is one of my favorite bands. i love his voice, i think the music is interesting.
ive only seen them once. it was the first show of their first us tour, at the glasshouse. crazy.
the drummer is funny to watch. he looks like he should be making science experiments or something.
this video is from their first television appearance apparently, on jools holland.
ive only seen them once. it was the first show of their first us tour, at the glasshouse. crazy.
the drummer is funny to watch. he looks like he should be making science experiments or something.
this video is from their first television appearance apparently, on jools holland.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
its getting harder and harder to find inspiration
little things draw my amaze me-
the way a tree looks against the sky.
the way a sign post looks buried in the rocks.
the way a child's natural hair color looks richer than any tube can produce.
the way a group of guys can stand on stage and blow me away without touching a string or drum.
the way a girl and a guy in a studio are more powerful than any orchestra.
the way sounds can be produced and recorded without stepping into an actual recording studio.
the way i can find a way to make it through each day without smashing everything i see.
Friday, August 6, 2010
one of my favorite punk songs. the whole record is really good.
cheesegrater has a bunch of good Stitches stories. i think i only saw them once, with Guttermouth at this place called the Butt Cave in 1993.
i was thinking the other day about when we used to walk down 17th street with Dead America. how i burned an American flag and safety pinned it to my camo shorts. and how a few months later i was drawing a fist with an X on it on my hoodie with fabric markers. how we dug a giant 6 and 7 in the McCluers backyard. riding in the old bug to the Ice House.
ive had a pretty fun life.
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