I resist posting about my politics, musical taste, or what I find interesting in the news on this blog because it often comes off as preachy and self-indulgent. Since most of you guys don't know me personally you probably don't really want to hear my opinions about these subjects anyway. There are taboos against these conversations because there is an unspoken competition between people when these subjects are broached. They are considered impolite unless requested by someone in a trusting environment or an established forum.
If we were pals enjoying potato pierogis at Veselka or playing board games at my apartment I would gladly engage with you about Iraq, healthcare, 'going green' or any other topical clichés in our collective consciousness. That is, if you asked, which you wouldn't. In the instance of a bro night it is appropriate to discuss how 'corrupt the voting system is' etc. However, this is just a blog. An easy reading time burglar if you will.
I know that when I sit down to read my favorite blogs every morning I don't want any thoughts to pass through my brain. I either want to read gossip, laugh, or hate something. Of course the news puts and end to that, but I read the news AFTER I read my favorite blogs. I assume that if you are a regular reader of mine you are here to be amused. If I actually talked to you the way I do with my friends about the things I care about you might find me boring. Most of my friends can tell you that I am preoccupied with a few things that do not fall under "party convo."
If I were to regularly include any one topic (art, string theory, environmental statistics) into my daily postings, you might consider me somewhat of an expert or at least a person who was obsessed enough with said topic to garner your trust in my opinions. Andrew Kuo's artful, sincere, and discerning music blog is a perfect example of this. I don't actually know if he is an expert on good music, but his consistency and dedication to his subject matter wins my trust. He has become one of my music authorities. As of recently he has become so for the New York Times. Andrew DJs every Monday at Lit so I am privy to his excellent jams on a regular basis and I assure you that I’m happier because of it. I leave each week feeling educated (jams-wise) and I usually leave with 3-5 songs written down to add to my library.
The point is, I don’t claim to be an authority on matters of politics, music, movies books or art but I do give a huge shit about a few things and I’d like to share one of them with you. There is an author named Raymond Kurzweil who inspires me and I hope if you don’t already know about him you take a minute to find out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Kurzweil
He wrote a book that I read last year called The Singularity is Near. It’s about how human knowledge has transcended itself at such an exponential rate that we are changing biologically, and how it is technology that will save us. He is a futurist and has positive solutions (or at least suggestions) to everything from cancer and starvation to global warming. His views are hard to grasp at times (he gets a little Gattaca-like), but he knows about all of the developing technologies and artificial intelligence that we don’t know about because we are commoners. He consults for NASA and Bill Gates, and is besties with Stevie Wonder due to his inventions for the blind. He predicted the Quantum Computer decades ago, which has just been developed in China. I could go on and on about his ideas, but again, I’m not an expert. You need to read the book.
I read in New Scientist this week that there is a nanobot being developed that can be implanted in one’s brains ‘through the capillaries’ that can change our neurons. This can reverse a plethora of health problems and ultimately change our society and lifespan, but I will spare you the minutiae and entitlement of my descriptions and just encourage you to read this book. Kurzweil is all about using our technology to improve our species and our earth, which is the only positive outlook toward our human destruction, at least to my knowledge. Kurzweil is my authority on anti-Armageddon.
I mentioned a few posts back that I collect books. I meant art books, but somehow that offended some spiteful asshole in Los Angeles who left me a nasty comment that said something along the lines of how me trying to convince everyone that I read books was so untrue it made ‘you all’ want to vomit. Um, does anyone know anyone who doesn't read books? Bragging about reading is like bragging about eating food. Only babies and starving people don’t read, and those people are not at home on computers leaving anonymous comments on frivolous blogs. Anyhow, to that one meanie-weeny creep who hates me: I actually read books like everyone else in a developed country. Big deal you inflated flub and no, I don't want a cookie for being literate, you clubfooted twit.
Please read The Singularity is Near before you die.
Not you, LA fatass.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
whoopthsies
I know. I'm still finshing up two projects, then I will tell you my stories. I know that abandoning my blog for this long makes me seem flaky, but trust me if I could show you pictures of my friends, gross people, and the occasional link to happiness, I'd rather be doing that. I have a big ol' pile of work today which I hope to finish. Then its party time at my apartment. Just me, my iPhoto, my computer, a cup of tea and a cucumber sandy. Then you and me.
On a serious note, I am working very hard to get the word out about the tattoo book, and I can use all of the help in the world. So if your best friend is an editor at Gawker, your boyfriend is the guy who profiles New Yorkers for Refinery29.com, or someone you love has a blog that people like you and me read a lot would you be so kind as to send me a link and a name? I will send them a press kit and a copy of my book. Thanks for reading all this stuff guys. Sorry if its a little weird of me to ask.
Oh, did you see the post about how white people love Difficult Breakups? What about the one about Mos Def? Not since the now defunct VeiledConceit.com have I laughed so hard: http://www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com
Speaking of stuff white people like, hows abouts this pic I snapped in... guess! San Francisco, the very whitest place on earth.
love,
Aviva
On a serious note, I am working very hard to get the word out about the tattoo book, and I can use all of the help in the world. So if your best friend is an editor at Gawker, your boyfriend is the guy who profiles New Yorkers for Refinery29.com, or someone you love has a blog that people like you and me read a lot would you be so kind as to send me a link and a name? I will send them a press kit and a copy of my book. Thanks for reading all this stuff guys. Sorry if its a little weird of me to ask.
Oh, did you see the post about how white people love Difficult Breakups? What about the one about Mos Def? Not since the now defunct VeiledConceit.com have I laughed so hard: http://www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com
Speaking of stuff white people like, hows abouts this pic I snapped in... guess! San Francisco, the very whitest place on earth.love,
Aviva
Friday, February 8, 2008
YES PLEASE!
I'm back home visiting my family and friends in the Bay Area for the winter. These things make me homesick:
Fat, friendly lesbians
Scary rape clowns
Rapey, homeless clowns
Great sad old man dive bars in the Tenderloin and Mission
Shitty Chinatown Dive Bars like the LiPo Lounge
The Bow Bow is the worst place to do Karaoke in San Francisco, but 'Mama' has a crush on my special person and gives us free drinks so we visit her every time I'm home.
Super deleech endless Mexican food restaurants with BIG servings of CHEAP guacamole, unlike anything in New York. The Mexican food in New York sucks as bad as the deli coffee. I've been on a quest to find good authentic cheap Mexican food other than tacos for 6 years and haven't found anything that compares to the Mission.
My best friend from back home is Liz. She's beautiful, kind, mellow, and she has the best taste of anyone I know. Her apartment could be in a magazine. She's a genius designer and everything with her is always immaculate. I think if I didn't have her and Tasha in my life I'd pretty much just be a pile.
This is Mill Valley. I was born and raised in the French Quarter of New Orleans but I moved to Mill Valley in middle school. Did you know that TuPac went to my high school? Its true! We had the best theater program in the State. Yep, TuPac was a drama freak. I saw him get a standing O after he did a Shakespearian one-act play. He was also the most popular dude in school. Mill Valley is located in the foothills of Mount Tamalpais, and its almost all woods. Its in southern Marin County, and on the other side of the mountain is Stinson Beach, Bolinas, and Point Reyes. Its so beautiful here that I get bummed on filthy New York sometimes when I come home. You should grab a beer on the deck of the Mountain Home Inn if you're driving to Muir Woods or Stinson.
We used to hitchhike after school to the beach infront of the 2am Club.
This used to be our local surf shop, Marin Surf Sports. I heard my old high school pal Nathan McCarthy bought the shop. He was such a little babe. We had TONS of hot surfer guys at my high school.
The BEST thing about the Bay Area is the thrifting. I mean DUDE! I found a vintage BUCKWHEAT SURFING t-shirt for $10.!!! Who made those? Weren't those G&S? I had a pink one when I was wee that said "Buckwheat Say Waves Otay Surf All Day" but this one rules too because it says "TETCH A WAVE." I shall call this one my 'MANCATCHER.' Mark my words.
I bought this one for Amy Kellner. Does it not rule?
Oh look its vintage Bolle sunglasses no big deal. These gems were $1.00
I have a HUGE archive of men's old surf/skate gear from the 80s and 90s, if anyone ever wants to see some of it. Maybe I'll take pics of my archive and sell them to you guys off this blog. I can't keep it all. Panama Jack half tops, Vuarnet tees, Ron Jon casbah hats, Vans painters caps, the list goes on. Stay tuned.
Oh yeah, and then there's my special person. I've known him since I was 20. He's the only person who laughs at me when I'm super cranky and being a huge bitch, which in turn makes me laugh. We can't even get in a fight because as soon as one of us gets mad we both start cracking up. I've never met anyone else like that. But we're reeeaally diff. Like, I'm into art and fancy magazines and string theory and collecting books and traveling to weird places and I like not knowing whats next... and he's into being a grownup and having a solid job and being really responsible. He's interesting and handsome and kind. He's not cool and has no idea who Terry Richardson is and doesn't care. He doesn't look at blogs and he gives two shits about fashion. He likes being quiet together and watching movies and cooking and hanging with his friends and keeping things simple. I'm all about doing anything I can to avoid being bored. Opposites attract I guess.
This is a picture of him making me laugh so hard I cried.
LOVE.
Fat, friendly lesbians
Scary rape clowns
Rapey, homeless clowns
Great sad old man dive bars in the Tenderloin and Mission
Shitty Chinatown Dive Bars like the LiPo Lounge
The Bow Bow is the worst place to do Karaoke in San Francisco, but 'Mama' has a crush on my special person and gives us free drinks so we visit her every time I'm home.
Super deleech endless Mexican food restaurants with BIG servings of CHEAP guacamole, unlike anything in New York. The Mexican food in New York sucks as bad as the deli coffee. I've been on a quest to find good authentic cheap Mexican food other than tacos for 6 years and haven't found anything that compares to the Mission.
My best friend from back home is Liz. She's beautiful, kind, mellow, and she has the best taste of anyone I know. Her apartment could be in a magazine. She's a genius designer and everything with her is always immaculate. I think if I didn't have her and Tasha in my life I'd pretty much just be a pile.
This is Mill Valley. I was born and raised in the French Quarter of New Orleans but I moved to Mill Valley in middle school. Did you know that TuPac went to my high school? Its true! We had the best theater program in the State. Yep, TuPac was a drama freak. I saw him get a standing O after he did a Shakespearian one-act play. He was also the most popular dude in school. Mill Valley is located in the foothills of Mount Tamalpais, and its almost all woods. Its in southern Marin County, and on the other side of the mountain is Stinson Beach, Bolinas, and Point Reyes. Its so beautiful here that I get bummed on filthy New York sometimes when I come home. You should grab a beer on the deck of the Mountain Home Inn if you're driving to Muir Woods or Stinson.
We used to hitchhike after school to the beach infront of the 2am Club.
This used to be our local surf shop, Marin Surf Sports. I heard my old high school pal Nathan McCarthy bought the shop. He was such a little babe. We had TONS of hot surfer guys at my high school.
The BEST thing about the Bay Area is the thrifting. I mean DUDE! I found a vintage BUCKWHEAT SURFING t-shirt for $10.!!! Who made those? Weren't those G&S? I had a pink one when I was wee that said "Buckwheat Say Waves Otay Surf All Day" but this one rules too because it says "TETCH A WAVE." I shall call this one my 'MANCATCHER.' Mark my words.
I bought this one for Amy Kellner. Does it not rule?
Oh look its vintage Bolle sunglasses no big deal. These gems were $1.00
I have a HUGE archive of men's old surf/skate gear from the 80s and 90s, if anyone ever wants to see some of it. Maybe I'll take pics of my archive and sell them to you guys off this blog. I can't keep it all. Panama Jack half tops, Vuarnet tees, Ron Jon casbah hats, Vans painters caps, the list goes on. Stay tuned.Oh yeah, and then there's my special person. I've known him since I was 20. He's the only person who laughs at me when I'm super cranky and being a huge bitch, which in turn makes me laugh. We can't even get in a fight because as soon as one of us gets mad we both start cracking up. I've never met anyone else like that. But we're reeeaally diff. Like, I'm into art and fancy magazines and string theory and collecting books and traveling to weird places and I like not knowing whats next... and he's into being a grownup and having a solid job and being really responsible. He's interesting and handsome and kind. He's not cool and has no idea who Terry Richardson is and doesn't care. He doesn't look at blogs and he gives two shits about fashion. He likes being quiet together and watching movies and cooking and hanging with his friends and keeping things simple. I'm all about doing anything I can to avoid being bored. Opposites attract I guess.
This is a picture of him making me laugh so hard I cried.
LOVE.
LA Veevers
My stepmom flew us down to LA for a weekend getaway in Beverly Hills for Dad's birthday. Even my little brother came down from Portland. He's getting his PhD in neuroscience with a focus on genetics. I just published a book about stupid tattoos. Same diff? Meanwhile, we were all excited to take a family field trip to sunny Los Angeles, but it turned into a total Clark Griswold weekend. Please, do join us.
STRIKE 1: AIRPORT FREAKS
Look at this stupid, stupid loser. I know its a free country but do you really need to do your morning stretches in your portable yoga studio? I can live without you grunting spread eagle infront of me first thing in the morning bro.
Look at you, you're a mess! Head-to-toe brown pile fabrics? Really? Ladies, if you want people to have a crush on you don't dress up like Mr. Yoga Bear's morning turd.
STRIKE 2: BAD WEATHER
A harrowing storm was looming above LA when we arrived. It would merely foreshadow the high drama we were about to experience.
STRIKE 3: MUSICAL BUMMER
Most of the reason we decided to go to LA was to take Dad to the symphony for his birthday at the new Frank Gehry building, but the only showing was 'Britten's War Requiem.' Sounded bleak and unfestive so we had to figure something else out.
STRIKE 4: GREASY CHICKENS
We bought tickets to see the Murakami exhibit at MOCA but when we got there it was pouring rain and there was a minimum one hour wait to get in. I can't get into how and why, but long story short we ended up at a Koo Koo Roo. BLAAARF.
Neato statue outside of MOCA
STRIKE 5: CACTI
We went to the Botanical Gardens in the Valley where it wasn't raining. While we were there I got an invitation to join Aska and a bunch of dudes at the LA Gun Club. Couldn't attend of course. That almost counts as two strikes because I was at the boring Botanical Gardens AND I missed shooting a gun, a fear which I've always wanted to overcome. At least I was with these two lovely ladies, my stepmom and little cousin Lindsey.
STRIKE 6: PAUL OAKENFOLD LA TYPES IN PORSCHES
We stayed at the Thompson Hotel in Beverly Hills. Not quite my parents' cup of tea. Black walls, mirrors on the ceiling and in the background was the kind of non-descript house music I imagine that the Chillout Lounges in Ibiza have on rotation for those who are coming down off of poolside Mangotini/Ecstacy hangovers. On the other hand, I had some juicy celebrity sightings at breakfast and in the elevator.
STRIKE 7: BROKEN DREAMS
That night was my Dad's big birthday dinner at Madeo Restaurant in Beverly Hills. However, the rain was TORRENTIAL and we got a flat on the way to dinner, Dad got soaked changing the tire in a storm, and we ended up eating crappy Chinese across the street from the hotel, during which a homeless lady came in and started tearing things up. Poor Dad.
Things finally got fun later that night:
Chris Cester (right) was having drinks in the hotel. Incase you're new to the blog, we toured with his band JET last year. The JET dudes were such partiers that eventually it became a known fact that spending the night on their bus = 2 brutally lost recuperation days. If you're a fan of The Virgins, here are links to the first two tours. Click the 'Detail' option if you want to read my commentary:
Tour #1: http://www.flickr.com/photos/76913458@N00/sets/72157600307197860/
Tour #2: http://www.flickr.com/photos/76913458@N00/sets/72157603477041030/
Later Zach picked me up and we headed to my favorite Japanese Piano Bar/after hours spot M Bar for a little get together I was throwing. I didn't take pics of everyone, but here are a few pals:
Laura, Jay, Har Mar (Sean aka Ron Jeremy)
Preston (I love him)
Elana (her BF Nash is a 10 btw), Zach, Joanna Bean
Jay is my very favorite person in the world. I LOOOOVE him. The guy is a ball of laughs. You may recognize him as the funny one from Mr. Show or the weenis cop from the Sarah Silverman Program. I hope that every single one of you has the chance to hang with Jay at least once before you die. The man is perfect. Every guy I have introduced him to develops a mancrush on him. Women hate his guts unfortunately. Here 's a terrible picture of us on a group trip to St. Martin a couple of years ago:
My hair. I know. Its fixed now.
Both Lauras
Everyone has a crush on Sarah, but I think Laura (her sister) is hotter. Plus her voice is scintillating. No homo.
Thanks to all my friends who showed up! I'm going back down to LA again next week for a meeting and a wedding so I'll be throwing another shindig. I think I'm coming down with the flu.
Goodnight everybody
xo
Aviva
STRIKE 1: AIRPORT FREAKS
Look at this stupid, stupid loser. I know its a free country but do you really need to do your morning stretches in your portable yoga studio? I can live without you grunting spread eagle infront of me first thing in the morning bro.
Look at you, you're a mess! Head-to-toe brown pile fabrics? Really? Ladies, if you want people to have a crush on you don't dress up like Mr. Yoga Bear's morning turd.STRIKE 2: BAD WEATHER
A harrowing storm was looming above LA when we arrived. It would merely foreshadow the high drama we were about to experience.
STRIKE 3: MUSICAL BUMMER
Most of the reason we decided to go to LA was to take Dad to the symphony for his birthday at the new Frank Gehry building, but the only showing was 'Britten's War Requiem.' Sounded bleak and unfestive so we had to figure something else out.
STRIKE 4: GREASY CHICKENS
We bought tickets to see the Murakami exhibit at MOCA but when we got there it was pouring rain and there was a minimum one hour wait to get in. I can't get into how and why, but long story short we ended up at a Koo Koo Roo. BLAAARF.
Neato statue outside of MOCA
STRIKE 5: CACTI
We went to the Botanical Gardens in the Valley where it wasn't raining. While we were there I got an invitation to join Aska and a bunch of dudes at the LA Gun Club. Couldn't attend of course. That almost counts as two strikes because I was at the boring Botanical Gardens AND I missed shooting a gun, a fear which I've always wanted to overcome. At least I was with these two lovely ladies, my stepmom and little cousin Lindsey.
STRIKE 6: PAUL OAKENFOLD LA TYPES IN PORSCHES
We stayed at the Thompson Hotel in Beverly Hills. Not quite my parents' cup of tea. Black walls, mirrors on the ceiling and in the background was the kind of non-descript house music I imagine that the Chillout Lounges in Ibiza have on rotation for those who are coming down off of poolside Mangotini/Ecstacy hangovers. On the other hand, I had some juicy celebrity sightings at breakfast and in the elevator.
STRIKE 7: BROKEN DREAMS
That night was my Dad's big birthday dinner at Madeo Restaurant in Beverly Hills. However, the rain was TORRENTIAL and we got a flat on the way to dinner, Dad got soaked changing the tire in a storm, and we ended up eating crappy Chinese across the street from the hotel, during which a homeless lady came in and started tearing things up. Poor Dad.
Things finally got fun later that night:
Chris Cester (right) was having drinks in the hotel. Incase you're new to the blog, we toured with his band JET last year. The JET dudes were such partiers that eventually it became a known fact that spending the night on their bus = 2 brutally lost recuperation days. If you're a fan of The Virgins, here are links to the first two tours. Click the 'Detail' option if you want to read my commentary:Tour #1: http://www.flickr.com/photos/76913458@N00/sets/72157600307197860/
Tour #2: http://www.flickr.com/photos/76913458@N00/sets/72157603477041030/
Later Zach picked me up and we headed to my favorite Japanese Piano Bar/after hours spot M Bar for a little get together I was throwing. I didn't take pics of everyone, but here are a few pals:
Laura, Jay, Har Mar (Sean aka Ron Jeremy)
Preston (I love him)
Elana (her BF Nash is a 10 btw), Zach, Joanna BeanJay is my very favorite person in the world. I LOOOOVE him. The guy is a ball of laughs. You may recognize him as the funny one from Mr. Show or the weenis cop from the Sarah Silverman Program. I hope that every single one of you has the chance to hang with Jay at least once before you die. The man is perfect. Every guy I have introduced him to develops a mancrush on him. Women hate his guts unfortunately. Here 's a terrible picture of us on a group trip to St. Martin a couple of years ago:
My hair. I know. Its fixed now. 
Both Lauras
Everyone has a crush on Sarah, but I think Laura (her sister) is hotter. Plus her voice is scintillating. No homo.Thanks to all my friends who showed up! I'm going back down to LA again next week for a meeting and a wedding so I'll be throwing another shindig. I think I'm coming down with the flu.
Goodnight everybody
xo
Aviva
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
OMG! MOZ and Michael Stipe made love in their tushies!!!
Just heard from a semi-reliable third party source who heard it first hand from the Gay Mafia out of Moz Angeles. Supposedly he's a pitcher... and Stipe was his only break from his weird Asexualism.
I think Moz is just fine and I enjoy his music, but the whole Grateful Dead vibe, with people suddenly following him like Dead Heads... isn't that just a trend that Ryan McGinley started like 3 or 4 years ago? I mean, no offense to my Moz loving pals, but I call bullshit on that. There is just no way that out of all of the musicians and bands one could choose to follow around the nation, that it would be Morrisey. And yes, I'm aware his shows are amazing.
Go ahead, crucify me.
Also, vote today. For the black guy. He's a good egg.
He's not progressive, he's extremely centrist (very similar to Hillary voting-wise), not as shrew or experienced in politics as Hillary... but he speaks to us, and he's not too corporate. More importantly, Hillary can't beat McCain. Obama maybe has a chance. Sorry, I've avoided getting on a soapbox about it for at least a month but I can't hold it in anymore. We need the old guard out and Obama's young, friendly face being our mouthpiece overseas. I am hopeful that if he is elected he will appoint some decent do-gooders and get cracking on an actual gameplan for healthcare. He could be the next Carter without the pacifism. Okay, sorry that's it.
a
I think Moz is just fine and I enjoy his music, but the whole Grateful Dead vibe, with people suddenly following him like Dead Heads... isn't that just a trend that Ryan McGinley started like 3 or 4 years ago? I mean, no offense to my Moz loving pals, but I call bullshit on that. There is just no way that out of all of the musicians and bands one could choose to follow around the nation, that it would be Morrisey. And yes, I'm aware his shows are amazing.
Go ahead, crucify me.
Also, vote today. For the black guy. He's a good egg.
He's not progressive, he's extremely centrist (very similar to Hillary voting-wise), not as shrew or experienced in politics as Hillary... but he speaks to us, and he's not too corporate. More importantly, Hillary can't beat McCain. Obama maybe has a chance. Sorry, I've avoided getting on a soapbox about it for at least a month but I can't hold it in anymore. We need the old guard out and Obama's young, friendly face being our mouthpiece overseas. I am hopeful that if he is elected he will appoint some decent do-gooders and get cracking on an actual gameplan for healthcare. He could be the next Carter without the pacifism. Okay, sorry that's it.
a
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Daddy Veevers
My Dad turned 65 this year. I have an older dad, I know. We never celebrate his birthday because something sad happened on his birthday 11 years ago, and this was the first time we've done anything on that day since. I'm happy to celebrate it, because I have the kindest, most wonderful dad in the whole world and I owe so much of my happiness and corny sense of humor to him. Here's to you Dad! Thanks for being the cutest person in the world...
I ordered pigeon, which I thought would be good since we dined at one of our favorite restaurants, Oliveto's. Big mistake, it was disgusto.
The next night Dad took me to a Warriors game. They were playing the Pacers, who had 4 ex-Warriors on their team, which equaled high drama and neck-in-neck balling all the way through the last quarter. Dad got ridiculously amazing seats from my stepmom's law firm. We were in the fancy section which means we didn't have to go to the nasty bathrooms and eat with 'the poors'. I've only ever sat in the poor section, so I knew no better. The game is much more engaging when you're all up in their grills up front. The only thing that stank about the game was that The Star Spangled Banner was delivered in a jazzy muted Sax Solo. Total bummer bro.
The very next night I took my dad to see his present, a comedy show in San Francisco. It was hosted by one my favorite dudes, The Mirmanator, Eugene Mirman. I hope you check the videos on his website. He's linked on this bitch for your convenience.
This is Michael Showalter, who just blurbed my book! Thanks Showsh! Link to my book (please pick up a copy):
http://www.amazon.com/No-Regrets-Worst-Ridiculous-Tattoos/dp/0446582077/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1202070991&sr=8-1
Jon Benjamin used to do a hilarious comedy show called Tinkle with Todd Barry and David Cross at Piano's about 6 years ago. It was during the tail end of when New York was still a little gross and fun. My life was like this: work at DVF, regularly attend indie-nerd comedy shows, hang at the Hole/Max Fish/Mars Bar, listen to electroclash, tromp around town with high-maintenance boyfriend (Paul), live in Williamsburg loft w/best friend (Tasha), throw excellent parties. I don't even think I did anything productive back then other than buy cool shit and stare at people.
This is Tim & Eric throwing slices of pizza at the crowd. It went on for like 4 minutes before they got to the jokes, which were all based on the services and benefits of registering your email with Papa John's. aviva@papajohns.com
Dad's 65th birthday was a big freaking deal so it didn't end there. My stepmom flew us to LA for a mini family vacation, but I'm going to brunch now so I'll check you dudes later.
xo
Veevers, Veevs, V, Avivs, Aviva
I ordered pigeon, which I thought would be good since we dined at one of our favorite restaurants, Oliveto's. Big mistake, it was disgusto.
The next night Dad took me to a Warriors game. They were playing the Pacers, who had 4 ex-Warriors on their team, which equaled high drama and neck-in-neck balling all the way through the last quarter. Dad got ridiculously amazing seats from my stepmom's law firm. We were in the fancy section which means we didn't have to go to the nasty bathrooms and eat with 'the poors'. I've only ever sat in the poor section, so I knew no better. The game is much more engaging when you're all up in their grills up front. The only thing that stank about the game was that The Star Spangled Banner was delivered in a jazzy muted Sax Solo. Total bummer bro.
The very next night I took my dad to see his present, a comedy show in San Francisco. It was hosted by one my favorite dudes, The Mirmanator, Eugene Mirman. I hope you check the videos on his website. He's linked on this bitch for your convenience. 
This is Michael Showalter, who just blurbed my book! Thanks Showsh! Link to my book (please pick up a copy):http://www.amazon.com/No-Regrets-Worst-Ridiculous-Tattoos/dp/0446582077/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1202070991&sr=8-1
Jon Benjamin used to do a hilarious comedy show called Tinkle with Todd Barry and David Cross at Piano's about 6 years ago. It was during the tail end of when New York was still a little gross and fun. My life was like this: work at DVF, regularly attend indie-nerd comedy shows, hang at the Hole/Max Fish/Mars Bar, listen to electroclash, tromp around town with high-maintenance boyfriend (Paul), live in Williamsburg loft w/best friend (Tasha), throw excellent parties. I don't even think I did anything productive back then other than buy cool shit and stare at people. 
This is Tim & Eric throwing slices of pizza at the crowd. It went on for like 4 minutes before they got to the jokes, which were all based on the services and benefits of registering your email with Papa John's. aviva@papajohns.comDad's 65th birthday was a big freaking deal so it didn't end there. My stepmom flew us to LA for a mini family vacation, but I'm going to brunch now so I'll check you dudes later.
xo
Veevers, Veevs, V, Avivs, Aviva
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