Get Wild!

Woah. That was an accidental super-hiatus. What a total life explosion.

Dirt City Dream Captain update: in case I haven't squealed about it to every single human in the universe already: Me and Mr. Dream Captain are making it official this September! So, if anyone cares, sorry I didn't post for so long. Planning a wedding in 4 months is hilariously stressful. It went from a small and simple event to a big event with loads of details to be considered so fast that I didn't even see it happening. Also, in addition to my own crazy feelings and sleeplessness and eatlessness, HOLY SHIT, OTHER PEOPLE TURN INTO MARTIANS WHEN YOU ARE MAKING A WEDDING. Seriously. Previously sweet and lovely people have turned into wicked manipulative monsters. I hear that this is a normal thing that happens and that it will go back to normal after the thing is done, but jesus.... I am starting to fantasize about telling everyone to just get off my dick and eloping to a quiet beach.

ANNNNNNNYWAY. Sorry to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. I know no one wants to hear anyone talk about their wedding planning. It is hard to have something occupy ALL your time and ALL your energy and ALL your life and to have to bite your tongue

Here are some things that are nice for your eyes and life:

1. These lamps! Holy crap! I want to tear up my home and remake it around these lamps! They are dreamy!

2. These vintage photos of dancers with rainbow laser embroidery! (Thanks Dara for bringing these to my attention) Totally perfect.

3. Speaking of Dara, brilliant Dara Humniski is cooking up some new treasures for her jewelry line, Here With Me. I am drooling already. This is my favorite line of accessories ever. This lady's talent is pretty breathtaking.

I highly suggest everyone get her stuff now because she is going to be the most famous person we know and she will not undercharge for her beautiful things forever.

I have the long version of this necklace and so far I haven't found a single outfit that it doesn't drastically improve. :

Allllso, I am thinking about renaming this blog. I have to. Dirt City was a cute term when it was a thing that 6 people said to each other with a wink, but it is now a different thing and is used liberally all over (sometimes in ways that make me grit my teeth a bit) and it really doesn't mean the same thing anymore. Not to sound like I have any ownership over it or whatever, I really truly don't, it just doesn't seem appropriate anymore. It has been kind of wrecked for me. I don't know what the new name will be yet. I am open to suggestions.

Listen to this: Night Beats did a limited split 7 " with TRMRS.  Hear it here: Night Beats - Messiah

These guys are so good that it makes me feel weird. 

And I think that's it for now? That's all I have time for now. I resolve to be less ignore-y with this blog. Writing, even silly yelling into the void about my own dumb whatever, is my favorite thing.

Here is a summer recipe, as it is now summer. Thank god. It seemed like this winter was going to go without a hitch, and then suddenly a whole bunch of people that I love just totally fucking unraveled and there was just the smell of smashed heart bits on everything and just a feeling like a stomach full of rocks because I wanted to help and totally couldn't and it's not really my business anyway but that doesn't mean I won't lose sleep over it for weeks at a time. Anyway, it seems like the smashed things are being rebuilt and everyone is working hard and the best thing is that everyone just made themselves no-time-to-think busy with making totally great art and music and projects of all kinds, so at least out of the shit storm will come a whole bunch of really great stuff.  Oops, right. Recipe.

Ok, this is sort of made up so please forgive the inelegant language, but I swear it is super delicious.

Fruit Salsa and Cinnamon Chips OR how to be the most popular person at a brunch potluck:

Cut the following into small salsa-appropriate chunks:
(these are suggestions, feel free to GET WILD)
-mango
-strawberries
-green grapes
-bananas (don't cut these too small, they get mooshy and give your salsa a really gross snotty texture)
-grapefruit
-kiwi
-pomegranate seeds
-gala or pink lady or golden delicious or some other really sweet kind of apple

In a separate little bowl mix together the juice of one lemon (eyeball the amount according to how much fruit you use. Use more or less according to how big the salsa batch is!)
A couple of very generous splashes of maple syrup (don't use fake stuff! It's gross!)
and here's the secret winning ingredient: A TON of grated ginger. Like seriously a ton. The more kick the better. Don't worry, the sweetness of the fruit and maple syrup will mellow it out.

Pour the mixture over the salsa and mix it together really well. This salsa is really good right away, but fucking DEADLY if it can sit and marinate for a while.

Then you need these things:
- soft flour tortillas
- a couple of tablespoons of melted butter (in a pinch regular canola oil or whatever will totally work, but will just be slightly less delicious).
- a mixture of cinnamon and white sugar.

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F.

Brush one side of the tortilla with melted butter and then sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar. Cut into little wedges, spread them out on a cookie sheet and bake them for about 8 or 10 minutes, until they are crispy and brown. Keep an eye on these because the time between browned and blackened is not very long. These are super delicious so make lots as you will likely "test" a few before you head out to the brunch you are about to be the queen/king of.

There you go!
xo!

Take 'er Sleazy

Hi loves! 

I can't stop losing my mind over Night Beats.

Remember when Ikea had round beds? Did I ever miss the boat on that one. I have this really funny memory of scamping through Ikea (for some reason!?) with this guy I didn't really know very well after a super hilarious night of gin swilling (like we met up at 9 in the morning to go to Ikea on purpose, wtf?), having $2 Ikea breakfast and ending up taking a hangover nap on the floor model of the round bed. Swedish for common sense? Not always. Anyway, I want one so bad now, and preliminary internet research makes it seem as though you can only get custom ones for like $15,000 now. Crap. Look how awesome this is, I NEED it (except I have some taste and imagination so the rest of the decor around this awesome bed would not be shitty and boring):

Ugh. Anyway, for a bit there is seemed like I was just THE WORST at life (everyone was so mad!) and when it seems like you are just THE WORST at life, sometimes it helps to look at something that is every single different kind of bad. Really. It helps! Here you go!:

Dear lady: What are you trying to achieve? Why are you so mean to your dog, and why don't you understand art or peacocks? Why does that dog bone dress exist? Why do you have a pretend Oscar trophy beside your purple poodle? Look how sad she is. She is going to bite your face off for this someday and you will deserve it.

The normal cycle of events seems to be happening, getting winter bored, getting depressed about it, whining lots and staying in, bathing less and going mental, getting fed up, setting up 1 trillion art projects, getting so busy that your head is going to fucking explode, grinning at how nice it is to have an art boner again, (lather, rinse repeat). I am sad that none of these things that are coming up are announce-able yet because they are sooooooooo awesome. This spring/summer/fall is going to rule.

As part of one of these projects, I have a new friend Joe. He's a drum smasher and seems to be a like-minded maniac and this morning he covered my Facebook page with awesome jams that have 100% saved my day and life. This one in particular makes me lose my mind:

 

 (It's nice to have new maniacs around. They're the best kind.)

OH YEAH, ALSO... I know everyone's probably heard this already but for the benefit of all the bots from Russia and South Korea that for some reason land on this blog hundreds of times a day, everyone's favorite rascal Travis Sargent made a record and it is awesome and everyone should listen. It's a warm and dirty living room recording, jangly and spare (in the good way). He switches back and forth (sometimes a few times in the same song) between earnestly holding out his dented and weary heart, and telling you to fucking get stuffed because who gives a shit anyway. Sounds like the real thing. Nice to have that dude back. 

Apparently I am too spastic to embed his tracklist but I insist that you immediately go and listen to his awesome songs right here.


Ok? Ok. If you are not dancing around your bedroom in your underwear, there is no hope for you.

While you're at it, look at this awesome surrealist series by Amy Guidry:

 

 

No recipe! I am on a cleanse and don't want to think about food! Instead have a look at this blog that everyone I know is losing their mind over: My New Roots 
I have yet to try any of the recipes featured here (although they all sound totally amazing), but I have heard some rave reviews from people (about the desserts in particular). Also the woman who writes it may actually be the cutest person that ever lived and I have a raging girl crush on her.

Ok! That's all! xo!