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SOME TIME AGO ! (in around march to be exact) DandG  went to 2 ART SHOWS IN ONE NIGHT!!!  (well actually G couldn't make it so D brought the beautifull Jacqueline suzanne Cerminara in his place.) i know what your thinking... how could they. well with a rip in the time space continum and a pontiac vibe i sapose anything is possible.
i didn't take too many pics of the actual art at the first place...but thats ok, cause every knows art shows are just about putting on your favorite pair of shoes and getting drunk with your friends.

the first show was a nice little photo show by SETH FLUKER called STRANGE DAYS INDEED at the famed ANTI SOCIAL GALLERY (yes the one owned by pro sketer RICK McCrANK).  if you haven't been to the Gallery space located in the rear of the ANTI SOCIAL SKATE SHOP, then you should go kill yourself.  The place is bonkers and bananas and peaches and cream....its sweet ok and you never know what kind of magic and delight it will have to offer you.

ANTISOCIAL GALLERY
2425 main st.
vancouver B.C.
604-708-5678























the second show was an instalation peice by Wes Cameron and Matthew (stiffy) Robertson which was titled KNEELING REPRISE.  Wes and Stiffy said good-bye to the space they curate known as Lobby Gallery located at the Dominion hotel in the (you guessed it) the lobby of the Hotel.
Kneeling reprise was an intervention that involved a sculptural reworking of the original gallery wall construction into a functional object (that big white bench looking thing) that related an anthropomorhpic* gesture.
i'd have to say it was quite nice and afterwards at the lamplighter (its next door) Victoria, Victoria, Joe abernethy and Zuzia provided a fitting soundtrack for the evenings end.

*relating to anthropomorphism the attribution or ascription of human charachteristics to inanimate objects, animals, forces of nature etc.

www.lobbyproject.com
210 Abbot street. @ water
Vancouver B.C
thanks for reading (your a diamond in an A.D.D rough) and enjoy the sore eyes.
cyber hugs and internet kisses- DandG
















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So obviously there was the NoStyle gangs art show and kids from P-town rolled down here and people/students/friends threw up some of their best art accompanied by some music to smother your ears to, a homade pinata in the shape of a NUTRIA, and shi*t loads after butt loads of "Party Amenities" And that can be any where ranging from Pabst to for some people a little blow. I saw drunk people, I saw break dance fighting, I saw a girl with a toy officer uniform shoving her play money down my shirt, I danced and glided across vomit with a little bit of Pabst to cover it up, I sipped Sailor Jerry Rum straight, I soul-trained along with the Japanese Crew, I made arrangements for me style hair cut. All in all; it was an amazing night, in which after we headed guest list style to SNAFU for me to get jiggy and to be picked up in there air by a ballin'out homosexual. Then off to a small house party where I passed out trying to text message with one-eye covered. Saturday was lovely weather once we all got moving around 3 p.m. we had a brewers lunch and did some bike riding to a birthday BBQ to once again go down into a spiral of conspiracy theories. The next day I had my first indoor soccer game, in which I almost passed out due to the Patron and vicadin the evening before. I made amense with myself after words with Margherita and Sopranos the bestest way to spend your little Sunday. Oh yeah and I got some new gnarly little bruises. Apparently I too did a little dance fighting of my own.

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Okay numero uno, I hate the word Hipster. I'm saying this now because its been stuck in my head since last week and when your drunk its the shi*t that comes down the brain and out of the mouth, of mine. That made no sense but thats okay this will be edited shortly. For sure....

Here's a complete list of reasons I ain't no hipster & won't be associated with the term and its like a plauge the rivals sars...
My name is Melissa Dye
I have vintage shoes but the heels of them are completely nails, from stomping. I suppose
My bike is a pink mountain bike, not a cruiser
I was once gang profiled when I was 19 after rampaging a house party.
I own a mac, but the two applications I use the most are i-tunes and Finder (random, I know)
I don't mind pabst or $3 buck-chuck red wine from trader joes
I'm not vegan
I prefer Joy Division to New Order any day regaurdless of discography Snowboarders are NOT hipsters, most snowboarders from Cali are rich brats.
Hipsters are usually poor and like art Wait I love art and I'm poor
Not all my wardrobe is vintage... but then again its so not at all American Eagle either
I don't own a pair of ass huggin wranglers
I will never spend $130 on a pair of jeans no matter how good they look... because its 1/4 of my bank account
I work out, mostly at a gym or I work it
I watch Yacht Rock nuff said
Someone had to explain the term "Scene" to me
I live around a bunch of old people even though I'm downtown
My job hasn't ever allowed me to be "creative" even though I am
I've never been un-employed
I don't have a live journal I've never had friendster, Myspace is its own thang
Not a DJ by any means... not a model either (two occupations hipster girls are held responsible for being)
I have a huge crush on Buddy Holly and Bubbles
I never ever talk about Philosophy, Politics or Religion with anyone except family
Socialist Feminist
I might be a hipicrit and I'm aware of it
Vincent Gallo makes me sick
Yo I don't hang with Gary Zon we just are always at the same spots
the list wil be continued in later rants... feel free to chime in on this.

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Well first off let me just state this right now, I've been god damn annoyed with this site all week. I've attempted multiple times to blog some seriously good stuff and all that keeps happening is a process that tells me the window is blank.

Last real blog was a freak out of Nathan coming to town. I got real drunk with some friends during dinner and then met up with him at the one and only Snafu, Eugene's new gay club. Thats where a friend of ours was spinning records. I dance with any and everybody and Bubbles and I had our selves allot of Hetero PDA's. So after all that stressing, I ended up having a great time.

This past weekend more Portland cats rolled down. I hadn't really slept a whole night (meaning past 7 hours) since Wednesday maybe? And Thurs, Fri, and Saturday never went to sleep until at least 6 in the morning. Its weird when after hours bar kids go party hoping around 2:30 do some after hours dancing manage around 5 to think that some type of 24 Mexican joint won't hurt and wake up with a pabst by the bed. Seriously this is soo college.

Saturday though I hurt myself because I thought since I had troubles with sleeping why not just take a Tylonal PM while I'm slothin around watching movies... and the Grizzly man (by the way I feel like a horrbile human being for finding it a little humerous at times such as "Ghost give me back my hat or I'm gonna expload" oh that poor Tim guy)
Anyway I mention this because I never let the PM do its job after slothin coffee sounded good and after coffee drinkin sounded good. This later left me at a dance party where random body parts were surely falling asleep.

Anyway good times, I hadn't been out in a while and by that I mean to house party- dance parties. Oregon has really shown me some interesting stuff but mostly its taught me not to be typical but not to be "scene" or "hipster" I don't know people up here are smarter and their creativity shines through, even when we are all just "getting out there"


This is a link to a lovely little article aptly titlled Goat Ravisher that made me laugh my pants off, America made such a huge ass deal of Broke Back Mountain....

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/4748292.stm

Check it out, GET IN THERE


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Eleven o' six. Another sip of beer, already eight beers in. Bud Light is the way to go. Starting to get drunk. Another one of Matt's tour stories including all the alcohol and sex, everything that includes being a 'Rock Star' as he calls it. Cigarette smoke completely fills the air making my eyes burn. Girls laugh and gossip in the corner. Eleven fifteen. Time flies when you've had more than your fair share of the bottle. Playstation blares from the next room as Matt starts his third story of the night. Ive heard this one so many times I could probably tell it better myself. Eleven twenty. My eyes start to fade as the story continues. Eleven twenty five. Matt pukes fro the first time of the night, won't be the last. I'm pushed aside as everyone runs to watch. Dan video tapes the entire puke fest only to puke on himself in the process. I ask myself why? Eleven Fifty. Pre-gaming it, is now over, time for the bar. A crew of about twenty kids walk through town to the local white-trash watering hole. We all pull up stools next to Jim-Bob and Clayton for a night of Jack Daniels and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Twelve O'clock. Quarters line the pool table a beer covers the floor. Grasping the butt end of a pool stick, Matt sings “Welcome to Paradise” better than Axel Rose himself, hitting every note. Our crowd took over the bar starting our own party. Twelve thirty. Matt and I on a doubles team ran the table for most of the night. Shots keep coming as Matt starts to sway. As he runs to the bathroom for the second puke of the night. The usually fight between the townies breaks out. We all run outside to watch but it never gets far. Two O'clock. We decide its time to head back to the apartment for the after party. A few head for Mobile for beer and munchies. Two Twenty Five. More people came to the apartment than we left with. Some thirty of so kids packed in like sardine's. We play cards and talk about the upcoming snowboard season for a couple hours before I'm too tired to stand. Time for bed. Three forty five. I hit the bed like a ton of bricks. TV still blares from the next room. I only hear it for about a minute before I'm out cold.

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Ahhhh, yes. Friday night. "Mans Night" me and my room mate (Scott e. sh*tlake) started a mans drinking fest every friday. We made the big time. Look in the new Transworld and Snowboarder for a little coverage.

Just a bunch of dudes, beer bonging and the like. Good times. Girls can come to but they have to draw a mustache on them and beer bong a lot of pabst. I will try and post some pics soon.

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Team seattle: me!, jodi, raycho, peter





no gelato, no boots, mountain closes at 4 not 10, cool 18 yr olds, spazz, midgets (dope ones), donkeys, cadilacs, heated seats, webcams, bird feeding, snow angels, new radical friend, pabst blue ribbon, asian contact salution, haute asses, good times, good friends, jodi and peter pretending they had more fun than me and raycho (they didnt), we could take over with a team of haute people like us.

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Have you ever fish-tailed in a golf cart? I have! Went golfing this weekend and almost tore that cart apart...leave it to women drivers! hahah, anyways, I almost tipped us and my cousin fish-tailed. I dont' remember how I golfed tho, the guys in front of us had a half wrack of Pabst Blue Ribbon strapped to the back of their cart and the drunker they got, the less they realized when the cans went missing...heheh. It was fun tho. How was everyone else's weekend?

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