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Damn. Tomorrow's Friday the 13th. Should have posted it then.

Bonde Do Role In Future Snowboarding Magazine

Adult.

Raw electronic Detroit sound. Doing it since '97. Respect. Photos from a recent show at the Casbah in San Diego. Track them down here.

Tokion Magazine Creativity Conference

The itinerary lists some cool-sounding, likely useful workshops. Though with only an hour for each panel, lecture or whatever smart title they bestow their session, I can't imagine the digestion of material much outweighs what some surely see as more a networking opportunity.

"The Magazine as an Art Form" and "Nightlife" are two of the workshops I'd be down to check out. If I lived in New York.

Unleash your inner creative self by clicking and signing up here.

Latest Newsweek Covers: U.S. Versus Rest Of World

Completely buried in work this week. But this. Whoa.

It's a Pierre Bourdieu goldmine. Social theorists are probably choking on big ideas about economic censorship -- that what gets published is "determined by the owners, by the companies that pay for the ads, or by the government that gives the subsidies." Or symbolic functioning -- calling attention to those elements "which offer something for everyone. These are things that won't shock anyone, where nothing is at stake..."

It's cool for the rest of the world to engage themselves in a quagmire we started, but we Americans would rather read and be visually enticed by "Annie Leibovitz, our most famous photographer, [who] places celebs side by side with surprisingly personal images of love and loss. An exclusive."

Awesome.

Analog and Vice Magazine Present "Fiesta Loca" AKA "Party of the Fucking Year"

ASR is a surf and skate trade show held in San Diego. Every company who likes to think they are somebody throws a party. So, Vice and Analog throw a party. But these motherfuckers did it right. They rented out a social club in Tijuana. Most people were like "No way, man. I'm not crossing the border for a Vice party. The Federales are going to be all over that shit." Excuses, excuses. Most people are just pussies. You could throw a party at a gay biker bar and people would be like "I don't want to see those creepy dudes with leather ass-less chaps and hairy chests," but really they want to see that shit.

Anyway the Black Lips recorded a live album on Vice Records, complete with a Mariachi band and they had free warm 40 oz. Tecates and cheap tequila and lots of teenage mexican hipsters got wasted and it ruled.

ASR Runway Show Presented by Foam Magazine

Hot model wearing Stussy polo, American Apparel shorts, and a creme Split Belt. I will never sleep with this girl, though masturbation remains a possibility.


Foam cover girl Olivia Munn, B level TV personality, reminded the crowd of her celebrity status. "You may know me from (insert obscure late night cable show) or Nickelodeon." Hows about the next time you blab on and on about it taking three grueling(!) shoots in Hawaii to nail the cover shot you come out wearing a grass skirt minus the panties. Then tell me whatever you want.





















The music of DJ Miss Dust had the same funky flavor as the silver bikini top and star necklace she wore. Amateur, but sexy. She was gettin' down with some thick diva beats--think affluent gay couple at the discotech. What's fucked up is that I was diggin' it.



Ezekiel top, jacket, and short (Nautical look, right).


















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The Roots Headline Southern Comfort Music Festival in Downtown San Diego

The Roots officially kicked off their worldwide tour to promote Game Theory, released Aug. 29 by Def Jam. Representing Philly (literally, with a shout out every fucking 30 seconds), The Roots do kill it live. For their encore, they showed crazy range by playing covers--mostly commerical classics like Kanye, Snoop, Biggie, MJ, Tribe--adding that distinctive jazzy flavor only The Roots can bring. Alas, there were the gratuitous "go buy our album" plugs. So incessant was the self-promotion that Black Thought (in the pink shirt below) came across as desparate. Than again, all hip-hop crews do that shit. Rarely does the rocker tell a room to go buy an album, but rappers have no shame in pushing their goods.

Read what Pitchfork has to say about Game Theory by clicking here. Or sample it yourself on their myspace page.