so gregg and i are pretty much bff

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why the world needs girl talk

as i get older and become more knowledgeable in matters concerning rallying/tolerance/dancing/coffee/women/relationships/etc i approach new venues, beers, and dance floors with a set of expectations, hopes, and fears. as i live in MT, i can generally assume that most dance floors will be relatively empty as sick nasty electronic/house music bumps and vibrates the building itself. if the planets align correctly, or i stop by the local gay bar i may encounter some dancing spirit. dancing in MT is like cliff jumping or streaking or kissing your first girl...everyone is wondering who is going to go first. once a brave soul makes the plunge everyone stands back momentarily and waits to see if they will be glorified or ridiculed. MT has taught me a lot about its dancers. these are not hippie bellingham dancers that utilize space, hula hoops, dreadlocks and reggae to express themselves or portland hipster dancers bouncing and swaying on air-ride floors at lola's 80's night or utah bump 'n grind with a cougar dancers but an entirely new breed. (before we move on i must confess i am guilty of consorting with any and all previous dancing groups). MT is something else entirely. i have seen dance parties DJ'd with pandora (to my horror) and watched as girls walked off the dance floor after accusing me of being 'too agile'. holy hell.

our nation is ripe with confused and disenchanted college kids and young 20-something-year-olds (or 30 for that matter) actively avoiding a professional career and steady income while feeling post-college growing pains. we are all looking for movement, dance, any outlet to express ourselves. and lets be honest, most of us are willing to make the same mistake twice. maybe we don't want to dance with evan manning or freeland church, but we want to dance.

and thats why the world needs girl talk.

most people at dance parties prefer to dry hump the dance floor. they will mingle, giggle, take jello shots, act excited but never take the plunge. the dance floor is therefore left with blue balls. gregg gillis has found a cure for dance floor blue balls by creating girl talk.

girl talk is essentially a self-fulfilling prophecy...which is fulfilled on the dance floor itself. at its most basic roots, girl talk is one 27 year old dude from Pennsylvania who walks onto a stage, presses play on his macbook, and watches as the masses go bonkers. and its beautiful. girl talk is invincible. girl talk cant make a mistake. girl talk will always fulfill peoples expectations because they create the scene they want. we don't pay to see girl talk, we pay to see the effect girl talk has upon everyone else. i experienced it first hand with jcd and raynor, and it is an experience i will never forget.

bless you gregg, see you tomorrow night...and by the way, i regret nothing.

stencil art

in preparation for the girl talk show i created an 'i regret nothing' stencil for our v-neck shirts along with a 'team khanabad' logo...the bike stencils are just for fun

this poster was an accident/blurry but my roommates liked it so we hung it up


jihad and bicycles...

eat fresh

today i paid a visit to my old friend jared, at subway of course.

a mildly obese, motherly, red haired woman in her late 40s with too much makeup and hair product made my sandwich. she appeared incredibly concerned the entire time and took special care to cater to my every request. as i was paying she quietly said to the cashier, "lets give him a special discount today...i have a 19-year old son that is constantly hungry and broke so i know what he is going through right now." somewhat bewildered, i took the 70 cents i had saved thanks to my 'pity discount' and left subway wondering if i:

a. looked emaciated
b. looked poor (while wearing a patagucci jacket and smith sunglasses)
c. looked like a 19-year-old

thanks jared for that 70 cents. it really helped. maybe i'll go buy myself a tootsie pop or pack of RUNTS.

new trends

it seems that new years eve was just last weekend. where the hell did january go.

a month highlighted by:
bowling and consistency
late nights and car bombs
snowshoeing in the rattlesnake



acquiring almost 5 gigs of new music
obama inauguration dance parties and discovering a tank of helium
learning how expensive auto body work can be while attempting to convince an insurance adjuster a revised story of your wreck while avoiding insurance fraud
ridiculous and amazing movies including gran torino, man on wire, slumdog millionaire
purchasing my first smorkin labbit

a raise and promotion to supervisor at the coffee shop (im climbing the ladder folks!)


...and the countdown to girltalk begins...i can only guess MT's reaction