Girl! You got them parking lot eyes.

Baby, I like your smile

Tell me
I need to know
Where do you want to go
Cause if you don't
I'll take it slow
Make you loose control




Would you mind
If I took you home with me
Where no one could see
Don't Be Shy

Night
Night
Night
The Hole Night

There is No Turning Back

If you were above one magnetic field line you might see currents bursting out at you.

Magnetic Movie from Semiconductor on Vimeo.

You are immersed in magnetic fields right now. Your computer, your cell phone, your speakers playing Jesus and The Mary Chain. You are immersed.

The Horrors of the Bourgeois.......

can only be overcome with greater horrors!

Hauschka - Morgenrot from Jeff Desom on Vimeo.

Weekend - Directed by Jean Luc Godard (?)

Who would you rather be screwed by, Mao or Johnson?

Johnson?

You fascist!

-Fin-

A Paw In My Face

Is there really that much difference between surfing and The Field? I'm not convinced there is.



There is something about this song that reminds me that music probably makes the world go around. I can't count the times I have seen people bob their head to this tune, there is something perfect and serene about this track. It's organic and mechanical. A nice little drum track over top of some weird staccato chords, what more is there to like. And it builds. And builds. And builds. Try this; but this song on as loud as you can in your car, drive around at night, preferably after some rain, and listen. Listen to how the song matches up with your eyes glazing across the road. Try listening to how the beat ends up matching the rhythm of your head bobing or your pulse beating. After about the first three minuets it will all make sense; The Field was put on earth to make entrancing minimal house music, and you were put on this earth to listen to this track and drive around in the rain to it. See, it all makes sense now.

We were born to Sin, We were born to Sin

We don't wanna die

We don't wanna deny

Our dirty God

Our dirty bodies

You Have the Moon, I Have the Internet

Galactic Center of Milky Way Rises over Texas Star Party from William Castleman on Vimeo.

this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more

this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more

if i had a heart i could love you
if i had a voice i would sing
after the night when i wake up
i'll see what tomorrow brings

You are so cute when you are frustrated, dear

Some people have ant problems in their apartment. Some people have rodent trouble. Other people have other troubles in their apartments that they don't want anyone to know about. I have a bear problem. To be more specific, I have a Mr. Bear problem. Let me paint a picture for you; the other day I came home from a long days work at the milk factory and I open my door and what do I find, but Mr. Bear standing there in my kitchen wearing the most fashionable hat I have ever seen, twirling a cane on his hand and whistling a little diddy. I said, Mr. Bear what are you doing in my kitchen, and where did you get that fabulous hat? Why, Ben, Mr. Bear responded, if only you knew the world that I knew. I said, Mr. Bear, to be perfectly honest, I don't give a damn about your Bear world, just get out of my kitchen. I motioned toward the door and in one shake of lambs day Mr. Bear tipped his hat to me, walked out my door, and down the street.



After that I was pretty confident I had solved my Mr. Bear problem but the other day what did I find when I came home from work again? But Mr. Bear rolling around on the floor of my living room with his head stuck in my honey jar! I said, Mr. Bear, again? Mr. Bear you can take you, your fashionable hat, and my honey jar which is currently afixed to your head, and just go home. I motioned to the door, Mr. Bear got up off the floor, honey streaming down his back and pooling onto my brand new rug and attempted to find the door. After a little assistance from me Mr. Bear found the door, left, and walked down the street with my honey jar still around his head. OOOOhhhhhhh that Mr. Bear!

A blast from the past (some things are best kept in the past)

So, once in a time not a whole lot unlike we find ourselves in today, there was a blog. It was called Robots Weekly. Short lived, but influential in burgeoning blog arena at the time. Sadly, three of the four primary writers of Robot Weekly died in a horrible accident when their toboggan that they were all sharing went off a cliff on the French/Swiss border in the Alps. Their bodies were never recovered, and they we all presumed dead. In memory of their lives I have taken the time to dig up one of my favorite posts from Robots Weekly. I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I do, I think it perfectly captures all the fire, emotion, and energy that these great writers had before their lives were taken away from us too soon. Enjoy.

ALL YOU FUCKING SQUARES BETTER SAY YOUR FUCKING PRAYERS

I've smoked three cigarettes now while trying to think of something to write.
I've got an idea.
My predictions for if a hippo was to fight an alligator

On land:Advantage Hippo
In the water: Advantage Hippo
Cage match: Advantage Hippo
In a bar: Advantage Hippo
In the air: Push

The one where Ben comes to terms with the Village People and En Vogue

Ok, I was not going to use this as a forum to write about myself, but, rules are made to be broken so here we go. I'm in Chicago this weekend and I'm staying in the lovely little gay mecca that is affectionately known as Boys Town. And this means next to nothing I know, but they are having a street fair this weekend and some how they secured both the Village People (cliche?) and En Vogue to perform. More amazingly there are VIP section for En Vogue. Not one, but two sections. Tickets ranging from $30 to $50, respectively. I do not really have anything to add to this, so take that for what you will. Now back to your random selections of found videos and prose. Thank you.




i walked into the house of miraculous recovery

and stood before king everything

and he asked me to join him in the red wing

took me to pie land
said, "i'm a thigh man"
i will be eternally hateful

hot freaks
hot freaks
hot freaks

Some things are worth fighting for. And somethings are not.

Yea, so, here we go again. Sorry for the delay. That is getting old, I know, but really. I am this time. You should have seen what happen, long story short Jim in HR now has hooks for hands and we are no longer working on the top secret flame thrower project. I can't stress this enough: more should we, less can we. For your enjoyment.

And I want to Walk Around with You

When the Sun comes up again

When the Sun comes up again

When the Sun Comes up again

That man is such a professional

Always Remember, Never be a Punk

Now that your here
I'm going to come to you
I know just what to do
Now that you are here

Now baby you got me going
So insane and I just don't
know whats going on

I try to get off my knees
And I try try to fight this feeling
but I can't
I can't help this feeling

I don't even know what to do



Its quite a thrill when two hearts meet

We can do all the things you want to do

Will it a last, or

Is it going to be a one time love affair



Enjoy the Saturday.

The World Wobbles on its Axis Solely as a result of...Quests & Adventures

That finger on your temple is a lazer gun

The last three thoughts I've had have been about laser tag, a Charles Mingus album, and space. Specifically, what happenings when universes collide with each other in space. Imagine being a universe for a moment. You were born billions of years ago from a single event that was more powerful then anything the cosmos has ever witnesses. From that single violent explosion, you, and everything that has ever existed, or will ever exist, were born. You probably just started off as a single pile of star stuff flying aimlessly through the vastness of space. Slowly, over the course of millions of years you grew. You developed multiple universes that weaved gracefully around each other. Over time you nursed these bunches of stars into even more bunches of stars. Millions of years past you continues to grow exponentially. Some plants had surfaces that might be familiar to us, while other ones were just collections of space dust, rock, and ice. Each one though different from the other. You movement in space may seem random to an outsider viewer but to you it is a very precise dance, one that requires much effort but appears effortless. You swirl around the ever expanding vastness of space just costing through time and space without a care in the world. One day though, you see a light coming toward you. It wobbles back and forth across your field of visions. Some days it looks like it is coming straight on to you, while other days it spins around and continues a dance similar to yours. You know though, that the light reaching you from that star left its place of origin millions of light years ago, so you don't really sweat it at first. But then, as time goes by you start to worry. You notice that the star isn't moving out of your way and, in fact, the light is getting even brighter. And then, one day, it finally happens. Regardless of you not wanting it to happen, it happens. You, and this other universe, collide into each other creating an explosion similar to the one that birthed both of you, but not anywhere close in its size. Planets collide into each other releasing million and billions of pieces of star stuff into space. The explosions light up the night sky of other universes millions of miles away. And this is not just a one time event, your collisions lasts millions of years until you can't remember not being in a collision. And then on day it is over. You no longer are colliding with another universe. In fact, you, the other universe, and what is left of your respective universes are now one. Another piece of the cosmos floating off into space.

Be My Getaway Car

Be a motorcycle
Be a getaway car
Be a house of sparrows
I've waited
This is where you are

An Evening of Contempoary Sitar Music

We here at Denim on Denim would like to apologize for the lack of posts over the course of the last week. We had a slight incident this week in the Research and Development arm of Denim on Denim which resulted in the violent illness of all of our employees. Due to a lack of official oversight the scientists working in the R&D department took it upon themselves to see what would have if they crossed Swine flue with pink eye. The less said about it all the better, but please know that we have instituted a vigorous new policy here at Denim on Denim. Without going into too much detail the new policy simply states that scientists are required to ask themselves one question; should we do this? Not, could we do this. That easy.

In light of these events please enjoy the jumbo post we have put together for your entertainment today. And, as always, thank you for your continued support of Denim on Denim.



Missed Connections

you kind of puked in your mouth... - w4m

she sounds delicious. i think what may have been between you was beer goggles.



I saw you last night at 5 Star. You were eating wings and yelling at the TV. There was a weird dude next to you with a big baseball hat.
I came up and asked you if you had a light. You wiped your hands on your jeans and told me to move. The weird dude next to you asked if I had a younger sister.
I tried to talk to you later that night, but the Cubs had lost, and you were about 13 Miller High Lifes deep, and you kind of puked a little in your mouth.

Was there something between us????



Missed Connections

We shared a dance - Sat 4/18 - m4w - 32 (Hilliard area bar)

All I know about you is that you are from out of town, can work it on the dance floor, and your friend has great taste in doughnuts. You disappeared before I could learn any more.



The Most Powerful Force in the Universe

The boy was sitting at his desk at home reading when he heard his phone ring in the other room. He got, walked over to the phone and picked the receiver up and put it against his ear. He didn't say anything at first and just listened to the electronic buzzing of nothing on the other end. Then he heard a female voice, softly at first, start to speak. "I saw you today on the bus again. You were wearing your red jacket and your brown shoes and you were near the back of the bus. I got on at the third street stop and sat behind you. I stared at the hair on the back of your head all the way home. I wanted to get up and ask you your name but I was too afraid. At one point you had your head down and were reading a book and I put out my hand and slowly touched your hair. I don't think you noticed. I had to call and tell you this." The voice stopped and the next sound the boy heard from the phone was the dial tone coming from the other end.

************************************************

The young woman lied in bed, starring up at the ceiling in her bedroom. She could see the cracks in the paint spreading from every corner of the ceiling. Outside the wind blew and she could her the sound of stillness in the air. She climbed out of bed walked into her living room were she sat down and opened up her book on human anatomy. She flipped the pages, only stopping at the pictures that caught her attention. On the page that detailed the veins in the hands she stopped and traced her fingers over the path of the veins on the page. She looked down at her hands and could see the faint blue veins on her hands. With her other hand she traced the veins all over her hand and up and down her arms. She could feel the blood moving ever so slightly in them and she thought about the tiny cells in her veins carrying oxygen all over her body. She traced her veins up her arm and thought about the muscles attached to her bones and tissue attached to her joints that stretched like rubber bands when she straightened them out. When she got to the page about the muscles of the neck she tilted her head back and ran her fingers all over the front of her neck trying to feel the muscles and ligaments. She thought about how those same muscles and ligaments kept her head from falling over. She closed the book, lied on the floor, and though about how everyone she has every known had those same muscles. She thought about how everyone she will ever meet will have those same muscles. She thought about the blood pumping through her veins and without thinking she rolled over onto her side, closed her eyes, and saw stars, plants, and the vastness of the cosmos. She saw universes off in the far distance dancing around each other and every once and awhile occasionally colliding with each other only to continue their movements once again.

Slow Motion Bossa Nova

Missed Connections

To the guy who pissed himself on the No. 2 - w4m - 19 (North Campus)

Thanks. I got your seat
.
No need to specify the stop you got off on, I'm sure you know who you are.

You looked really cute though, rushing off like that. I didn't know why you were rushing at first.... and.. it was the only available seat... I'm sure the other passengers must've known by the look of terror on my face when the warmth soaked through my pants that something was very wrong. But, I was thinking, seeing as I've already sat in your urine, we should hook up. I mean, you were REALLY attractive, even if one of your pant legs was noticeably darker than the other. Very cute twitch, by the way.
When we finally hook up, you can explain to my friends why exactly it was that I smelled like piss. I did try (in vain) to mask the scent of your musky urine with some cheap vanilla body spray from CVS, but being the pants pisser you are, I'm sure you know.. that never works.

You owe me a new walkman, by the way. And, a new cassette. Seeing as they were covered in urine, I discarded both, as I wasn't about to try salvage either of them. I hope you understand. The Sixths. Wasp's Nest. Find it for me, won't you?

Let me know if you want to hang out... maybe play some Upwords or something.

In an era of piracy, one must know how to defend ones self

Sometimes I like to watch this video and think about how she was married to Bobby Brown at this time and how weird it is that she would be thinking about Bobby Brown while performing this song. I don't think, at any point in time, Bobby Brown would elicit this type of emotion from anyone. But what do I know, I've never met Bobby Brown.

Our children need a mother and a father to thrive.

There once was a boy named Pedro. Pedro had a father who sold goats in the market every day and a mother who worked the garden in the yard behind their home. One day, when his father was at the market and his mother was tending the garden, Pedro walked into the living room, pulled out an old record, put it on the record player, and placed the needle upon it. The album started rotating and the warping of the album caused it to go up and down like waves in the ocean. Pedro stood there, watching the album go up and down and listened while music started to fill the room. He held out his hands and looked down at them and saw white lights pulsating from his finger tips. As the music got louder the white light followed the tracks of his veins up his arm and into his shirt. He started to feel a warming sensation in his stomach and lifted up his shirt and and watched as his stomach started to glow and pulsate with the rhythm of the song. As the song went on Pedro noticed the light from his stomach was getting stronger and stronger until he had to shield his eyes from the bright light coming from his torso. The light continued to get stronger until the entire room was bathed in a bright glow coming from Pedro's stomach. His mother stood in the garden, watching through the living room window while the light in the room continued to become more intense. She walked up to the window, put her face upon it to look inside and saw Pedro standing there with his shirt up while the glow poured out of his mid-section. As soon as the light become almost too much to bare, the needle lifted up, the music ended, and the light disappeared from Pedro's stomach. He put his shirt down, took the record off, walked back into the kitchen, and decided then and there that things were going to be different from now on.

You know, you must try the new ice cream flavor

Look here read what I wrote on my shirt
Baby, baby
I love you

NC-17

At the age of one I turned down the milk of my mother and reached for a bottle of rye

How to look like a grown up riding a bike

She looked around and realized no one was looking at her. She slowly raised her hand from her mouse and turned off her monitor. The afternoon sun was coming in through the window and reflected off of her blond hair on to her desk. She looked out the window, uncrossed her legs and started to stand up. She saw the sun light gleaming off the river, she saw the birds flying above the buildings below, and she saw the traffic on the street. She started to think about all the things she could had been doing with her life. She thought about the time she almost dropped out of college to become a chef. She thought about the time in junior high when she told her science teacher she was going to become an astronaut. Looking at the traffic down below on the street made her think about the time she was lying in bed next to him and all the memories came back to her. This is the best it has ever been. I don't want to be anywhere but here. This is the most important thing I have ever done and only I know how much this means to me. She looked out the window one last time and saw the birds flying around each other in random patterns. Closing the shade over the window she sat back down, turned on her monitor, and decided things were looking up.

The kids are doing great...thanks for asking...and i feel like i'm playing the best tennis of my life

Missed Connection

Skully's C-Block victim - m4w

We exchanged few words in the beautifully choreographed 40 minutes of full contact, panting breaths on each others necks, tugging on the small of each others back, drunken tango to Cure songs on this past Thursday. You spilled your drink down my leg sexily. I took every opportunity to jut out my groin (in drunken rhythm of course).

The chemistry was POWERFUL. So much that I was mentally preparing to put your name on the deed to my house only I never really got your name so much as pretended to hear it over the roar of Culture Club. At any rate our time together was something special. At the very moment that the sweat, grinding, frenzied tugging, and soul piercing eye contact made our move to the next level an inevitable foregone conclusion... your friend executed the most vicious C-block in all of human history.

This was no ordinary C-block. This was a soul crippling legendary C-block; the horrors from which I'm certain I will take with me to my grave. Now even though this struck at the very heart of me, I still admire the artfulness of it. The impeccable timing... right as the wave of chemistry was about to crest. The confident and clear proclamation "We'll be right back." while marching in the general direction of the bathroom which just happens to be THE SAME DIRECTION AS THE DOOR! NOOOOOOO! Not so much as a phone number!

Frankly I'm embarrassed that I fell for such a primitive ploy. In my defense I've been out of the market for a while and clearly I've got a little ring rust. But I'll be back Miss Cockblock and you're going to have to be way more crafty next time.

Green dress brunette... please forward your name and address so I can proceed with the changes to my deed.

Denim on Denim likes it when it wears denim. This is why

My True Love Died In An Old Pan of Oil

Missed Connections - Craig's List

twitter - w4m


I miss my hubby, he talks more with twitter people than me. I'm not a bad person. I'm very sad and alone thanks a lot. I love you anyway.

Wasps!!!

Missed Connections - Minneapolis, 4/13/2009

My Best Friend - m4w - 42 (Card Board Box)

Wow. I see now you will do whatever it takes to make life difficult for me. Why? This whole thing is stupid. Stop the lies please. I do hope that everything in your life goes awsome and I do sincerley feel that. There is some wierd ideas in your head and I only can think of one place that you have gotten them and thats to bad. Not like you care,but I am sticking to my game plan that we talked about. I have not wavered in any way. Bonnie would be proud of me. .. If there is anything I can do for you let me know and I wont be contacting you. Good luck with everything. You know deep in your heart that my love is always there.

That's all there is. There isn't anymore.

Here at Denim on Denim, if we are anything, we are professionals. The staff would like to take this opportunity to thank you the reader for stopping by. In the past couple weeks Denim on Denim was purchased by Ruport Murdoch, and due to his generous donation of cash we have been able to go out and hire dozens of new staff members. We are excited to get down to work and start bringing you the hard hitting features you have been demanding.



By the way, we are going to try and do more then just videos here. We have a couple ideas but one in particular that requires your help. We want to hear your stories. Every last boring one of them. It doesn't matter if they are true, made up, total lies, but we want to hear your stories and interview you about them. We can do it over the phone, over email, or in person. We can change the names of people in the stories if you want, it doesn't matter to us. We want to hear stories on any topic. Love lost, love found, stories of heroism, goofy stories, sad stories, whatever. We just want to talk to you. So let us know if you are interested and we can set something up.



This post is going to be a little long, but that is only because we are just starting out. Please note that they will probably be much shorter once we get this thing up and running. You can probably expect some writings about true things, made up things, bigfoot, robots, pirates, etc. If you have any suggestions just let us know.



I think we will have a proper manifesto/statement of intent later this week, but until we get our lazy asses around to doing that, enjoy this; "Twin Beaks", brought to you by Monsterpiece Theater.