So for the last few months, we’ve been hearing about this care package that Jami was going to send and started to think it was never going to arrive until we saw it here on Friday. You may have read about an earlier house-warming package from Patrick and Kelly.
Jeremy made out like a bandit, most noteably by receiving a GIANT bottle of Accent food seasoning, which for some reason holds an obsessional interest for him. Here, he is pictured making fun of people who are stingy with their MSG seasoning. He also got a bunch of great records, books and a really scary picture of Santa.
Katherine got all this hooker (!) gear. Ok.
I’m searching through the box, feebly asking, ‘But what about me…?’
Then I read the letter that explained why I didn’t get any presents. Something about life being random and cruel and I just got so angry and ripped that letter up.
Things got better later on at the Hungry Tiger, Portland’s most demographically mixed bar. Donna bought a drink called an ‘All Day Sipper’. It tasted exactly like that orange drink you could get at McDonalds.
It became kind of a group effort to finish it, even though it had no discernable alcohol.
Beautiful, beautiful stone facades are everywhere here.
I found these amazing cups tonight (still in the box!!!) at a thrift store near my house. I’ve been talking about these cups for years and usually people are like, ‘huh?’
Jeremy and I, as former NYers, were really, really excited to drive out to a factory outlet this morning in the suburbs. In retrospect, I’m kinda wondering why that was the case, since it was just a depressing mall that kinda skewed redneck. I swear I overheard this woman warning her son/brother/husband not to get sneakers that were too ’skateboard-faggoty’ (huh?!? I didn’t know that was an entire subculture). But, to digress, we went to the Pig’N Pancake this morning, based completely on me seeing their sign and screaming ‘Stop the CAR!’ It wasn’t bad, though pretty overpriced. There’s a couple between Portland and the coast. Sadly, they didn’t have Pig’N Pancake t-shirts available, cause I live for this whole ‘animals excited about their own consumption’ thing.
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Jeremy dug up this sticker from when he lived in Poland. Mr. Beef was a horrible McDonalds ripoff. Take a moment to appreciate the human teeth, dialated pupils and facial expresison that says: ‘I’m tasty!’ I’ve really gotta get cracking on learning how to silk screen t-shirts. Can anyone recommend any books?
So last Sunday night, Jeremy and were walking around this Asian supermarket somewhere around 60th street and Sandy. There was a whole row of stuff for altars. The usual crap, except for all these suits made of delicate tissue paper. We were both like, ‘What the fuck!!!’ And it was only $4. Best part was there were tons of different styles made with various designs of tissue paper. And they all came with these little fakey gold watches. The woman at the cash registar said she had no idea what these paper suits are for. Either that or she was so disgusted at how her culture was being mocked. But we were more excited than anything else.
To my shock, the opened contents revealed a complete three-piece suit!!! There were sleaves to this shirt, but I had to rip them off. Who the hell made this and how and why? There was a navy blue vest, too.
Okay, so it wasn’t quite Jeremy’s size, but it was definitely made to be worn.
Look at the gold piping on the collar.
The jacket was incredible. It even had buttons.
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I don’t know, but the idea of clothes that can obviously only be worn once and rip up pretty bad when you’re putting them on just seems really cool. Some research on the subject of paper clothes didn’t help track down much about why we stumbled across this item but it did reveal this: ‘The paper clothes trend actually started in the 60�s when Pop Art was in full swing. Artist James Rosenquit wore a paper suit to many fashionable functions. The fashion is back and Rosenquit is busy designing again. Last year, fashion designer Hugo Boss asked Rosenquit to redesign the paper suit 90�s style. He did, and 50 suits were auctioned for charity after being worn by Dennis Hopper and Samuel L. Jackson. In fact, one of the paper suits is now permanently exhibited at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.’ I doubt the Hugo Boss suit costs four bucks. I went suit shopping a couple of weeks ago and you can take my word for it that four dollars is a really good deal. For more, read here
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Yeah, it was taped on, like the wallet, and would thus leave an ugly tear, so I recommend just keeping at as part of the facade of the jacket.
So if anyone wants a paper suit, just contact me. I will put one in the mail for you. I’d love to have pictures of everyone I know wearing one. Naturally, it’s going to only be a serious clothing option for Megan (which sends me into daydreaming reverie about Megan wearing a paper suit at one of her art show openings, kinda Dietrich style, rustling past the attendees and seriously avoiding the stray lit cigarette).
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