tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59755818230880699492024-02-19T11:13:17.139-08:00newyorkmachinealexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-6848390654715848962022-06-09T21:18:00.003-07:002022-06-09T22:31:17.476-07:00<p> nft<br />state of the union<br /><br />purple is not in final piece<br />the head of the statue of liberty in chaos<br />drawn by Alex Mercado (BEAST TREMONT)<br />ink/digital<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhplrPwsDHdxklSbOlj4lO6xShzYm7-mcN__FMUoQ0N6gHHwASDHEHkNks_i_cC2Tuem9IB9yIQiOIjvgR6cWx8qzniB_vft8QiF1SDEhgCOoj4N-YRwwRYram__48UOJTICtX2dSfRCvYCpSVFUQf6DCOMIC3uGwF1Yp79ytSHUbAZMGgTU9YWeggvgw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="2609" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhplrPwsDHdxklSbOlj4lO6xShzYm7-mcN__FMUoQ0N6gHHwASDHEHkNks_i_cC2Tuem9IB9yIQiOIjvgR6cWx8qzniB_vft8QiF1SDEhgCOoj4N-YRwwRYram__48UOJTICtX2dSfRCvYCpSVFUQf6DCOMIC3uGwF1Yp79ytSHUbAZMGgTU9YWeggvgw" width="195" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />kingdom<br /><br />digital<br /><br />the faceless king watches the world enter the void he <br />has his sword to deal with all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7_cTXhxiUs4MywT3kcWMcZMK-RYRhkKUF4PuX0bWAZhnFHjwBIc7igeH48sZB5QGft5V5rjgu96Q6RKTmYWhHTFNezMi0iPw5URl26Pjrzh1ObqAbnVMA7ZMZRvuKSDMTrgdEQNAcXrzKiVd7NspKDl55cjqsSc0lPt8fG4iqdlZa-9iXvVWnzgr7AA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1001" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7_cTXhxiUs4MywT3kcWMcZMK-RYRhkKUF4PuX0bWAZhnFHjwBIc7igeH48sZB5QGft5V5rjgu96Q6RKTmYWhHTFNezMi0iPw5URl26Pjrzh1ObqAbnVMA7ZMZRvuKSDMTrgdEQNAcXrzKiVd7NspKDl55cjqsSc0lPt8fG4iqdlZa-9iXvVWnzgr7AA" width="281" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-89475076559916149142012-02-27T08:20:00.001-08:002012-02-27T08:20:56.642-08:00in<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc864mqx6MMnFiCEACqiRHGqWfD2kA6AuiDdgxD4blfjpNdEi6An7YKfYsMcMwGRNZC78Rvk0arLbylhO6B3a51dI0ZvuDRVAYmyRTakQwfiLbIEyKpC__wohA0u5TN1W_2HdVudnJ5xoL/s1600/bridge04bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc864mqx6MMnFiCEACqiRHGqWfD2kA6AuiDdgxD4blfjpNdEi6An7YKfYsMcMwGRNZC78Rvk0arLbylhO6B3a51dI0ZvuDRVAYmyRTakQwfiLbIEyKpC__wohA0u5TN1W_2HdVudnJ5xoL/s320/bridge04bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713851171626752018" border="0" /></a>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-54880456275067255762011-02-23T02:13:00.000-08:002011-02-23T02:14:06.981-08:00nsfw<a href="http://www.makeagif.com/fjW0TH" title="Make Animated Gifs Online"><img src="http://www.makeagif.com/media/2-23-2011/fjW0TH.gif" alt="Gif Created on Make A Gif" /></a><br /><br />spread ti around, kids!!alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-84558603409791194842011-02-18T22:30:00.000-08:002011-02-18T22:35:52.783-08:00quickie reviews.... JUST WATCH THE MOVIES!!<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vnws8ZymxME" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />CONFESSIONS (2010) A masterpiece, unexpected.<br />turned out to be my favorite film of 2010, most beautiful<br /> revenge film ever lensed! even better than korean revenge<br />films (and i saw i saw the devil, and the chaser too!)<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o4dD1Fvw6XI" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />DREAM HOME (2010) A wicked, unflinchingly violent<br />film about a woman goign through any means to get her<br /> dream apartment. B-R-U-T-A-L! Highly reccomended.<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GuuHv1rZMhE" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />GANTZ (2011) Suprisingly sleek, and mostly faithful<br />adaptation of the gory pssimistic sci-fi actioner manga.<br /> the 2nd half comes out later this year.<br />High recommendation fun stuff!<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qo-RDJb4W28" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br /><br />TRUE GRIT: Pretty looking film good acting,<br />don't know what the fuss is about, missing about<br /> a half hour of character development, but the<br />actors do such a superb job with what little<br />they're given it's a fun little time killer.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1T6YM7RE5wQ" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />In the process of watching A SERBIAN MOVIE...<br /> very good, was expecting shitty exploitation film...<br />hideously grotesque and overtly sexual<br />(but nothing worse than in HBO series)<br /> it's got the same pessimistic, arty vibe that martyrs<br /> gave me which completely floored me.</div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-72740253785030293772011-02-14T10:14:00.000-08:002011-02-14T10:15:22.174-08:00b l a q u e: extended edition<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19933393?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="398" height="254" frameborder="0"></iframe>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-74824016499969869502011-02-09T15:05:00.000-08:002011-02-09T15:20:12.442-08:00in the L.E.S.I had contemplated whether or not I was a terrible kisser<br /><br />as both our faces crashed into one another.<br /><br />The clicking of our front rows of teeth send an electrical shock<br /><br />through my brain. I admire that slight pain.<br /><br />It feels alive.<br /><br />It feels like something has happened, and although we scrape each others enamel off<br /><br />in a furious accident.<br /><br />We're both inebriated, I more than she.<br /><br />It always feels like the first time as I try to siphon the passion from someone else's lips.<br /><br />the steam of our heat rising from exposed mouths dissipating into the winter sky.<br /><br />My lip is bitten over and over and it's incredibly amazing and off setting. Then my ear,<br /><br />then a nip at my neck.<br /><br />I am dealing with a pro? Am I a terrible kisser? Oh No!<br /><br />I am an incredible filth talker, but we're in public, and outside a bar, and it's weird.<br /><br />My hands begin to travel, and my brain is fighting a clinical assessment with my<br /><br />kissing style, my raging hormones, and a lack of equilibrium.<br /><br />the kiss breaks off and small talk ensues.<br /><br />I don't see her again.<br /><br />Our passionate embrace stuck in time in the L.E.S.alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-20373106811942250732011-02-08T00:24:00.000-08:002011-02-08T00:25:31.598-08:00ah.<div class="post_content"> <div class="post_title"> true story. </div> <p>“And so,</p> <p>the event rages on. the lights dimming,<br /></p><p>the bodies pulsating and sucking the cold<br /></p><p>out of the room. She approaches me, nose<br /></p><p>nearly scraping mine.</p> <p>“Oh god he’s so annoying.<br /></p><p>I wish he didn’t come here.<br /></p><p>I didn’t invite him.<br /></p><p>I wish I can make out with anyone.<br /></p><p>I want to just make out with anyone right now.<br /></p><p>I don’t care who. I just want to do it.”</p> <p>Her hot breath tumbles across my lower lip,<br /></p><p>the hairs on the back of my neck raise.<br /></p><p>This is what I’ve been waiting for, for a while.</p><p>She darts her head left and right, never leaving my personal zone.<br /></p><p>I tilt my head down, eyes fixed on hers,<br /></p><p>everyone else vanishing into a black void.<br /></p><p>“How about me?” I poise the question with a naughty assurance.<br /></p><p>Playfully. deadly serious.</p> <p>It registers on her face my intentions and she pulls back. “Not now.”</p> <p>somewhere a record needle scratches an imaginary 45.</p> <p>I feel the gravity of the situation crushing down on my head. stunned.</p> <p>“Not never.” I defeatedly reply.</p> <p>her answer is mumbled, but answer enough.</p> <p>hours later she makes out furiously with the annoying guy<br /></p><p>as I pick up trash from the gallery’s floor.</p> </div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-22559583832409088142010-03-31T01:34:00.000-07:002010-03-31T01:35:10.149-07:00end theme of DECEPTION w/photos<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZnd4j8nC38&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZnd4j8nC38&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-44293654031818135892010-01-31T01:28:00.001-08:002010-01-31T01:43:47.296-08:00stupor<div style="text-align: center;">I recollected a moment,<br />a long time ago.<br />helping a friend who was staggering drunk,<br />back home.<br />feeling abject horror at her state.<br />making sure she would be okay,<br />as she went on to ignore me.<br /><br />the foolish rush of blood to the noggin'<br />smitten with something that wasn't love,<br />nor lust . . . but need. that phase had passed,<br />we both had it out of our system.<br />but care was still in my heart somewhat.<br /><br />I made sure she got home safe and sound,<br />while I took the long road back, dejected and disillusioned.<br />not worried about her feelings about me,<br />but my feelings about me.<br /><br />flash forward, months after.<br />I, feeling dejected and disillusioned over<br />someone else entirely.<br />My feelings completely atrophied from this friend.<br />Yet we remained close . . . as close as acquaintances can be.<br /><br />the night moved on,<br />the scene full of pariahs and sycophants.<br />androids, dolls, machines with pleasing aesthetics lined up.<br />phony, i drink, where have i gotten myself into?<br />what is this?<br />i drink.<br />i assume i will be funnier tonight. but no,<br />i will unleash a backlash. my body punishes me.<br /><br />I have become the one staggering, blindly drunk.<br />the world gone topsy turvy.<br />a kaleidoscope of pavement, sky, and whirling lights.<br />loud conversations bubbling into murmurs of<br />inconsequential dialogue.<br />I beckon for her help, as I am clearly not fit to<br />walk the streets alone, since i had one too many.<br /><br />i was a fool to think they actually gave a shit.<br />I was put in a car that dropped me 5 blocks away,<br />alone, teetering on the verge of blacking out.<br />into the wicked, dark night of an unforgiving city.<br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-53581580847720534062010-01-11T19:57:00.001-08:002010-01-11T19:58:09.868-08:00red<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7969038&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7969038&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7969038">RED (there is no home) teaser 3</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/midnightpatrol">MPFILMS</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-13577973687942751022010-01-03T19:39:00.000-08:002010-01-03T19:43:40.379-08:00the gate<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />there is a vortex that appears.<br />past midnight.<br />the sky will open, the black will swirl<br />into a luminescent white.<br />A great glowing eye from the heavens.<br />the only way to see it,<br />is to raise your hand,<br />palm outward. flat.<br />and slowly spread your fingers apart.<br /><br />can you see it?<br />will you comprehend what it is,<br />when you do?<br /><br />when your heart beat surges,<br />and the calmness eventually overtakes.<br />will you feel it?<br />will you know how to react.<br /><br />will you be content?<br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-2927924615337494152010-01-02T21:08:00.000-08:002010-01-02T21:17:47.421-08:00absolute<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span><br />three hundred and sixty five days<br />internal chaos, self destruction and self loathing.<br />the faces that appeared and vanished in the blink<br />of an eye.<br />that eye punctured by the ugly sight of another world.<br />darkness creeping in. spinning. funneled into a mutated keepsake.<br />The snails pace of evolution.<br />the stolen kisses that led no where.<br />challenged libidos, justified the mistrust of others.<br />the disgust.<br />not falling. not slipping one's toe into the black abyss.<br />teetering. not becoming the shadow . . .<br />the shadow the malformed brain guarantees<br />it will provide a cushion. a safety net from reality.<br />not possible. not falling into the trap of<br />misanthropy. misogyny. the lulling call of her . . .<br />the one called absolute.<br /><br />she beckons, but must not be shown audience to,<br />her song will whisper around the ears, but<br />the moment it hypnotizes, the moment it<br />travels through the canals, the bloodstream.<br />it is over. she must be rejected or she will<br />swallow one into the deep recesses of nothingness.<br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-77576159890929409022009-12-25T22:54:00.000-08:002009-12-25T23:01:41.947-08:00yule tide<div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">The rain sweeps across the highway outside of my window.<br />the trailing sounds of heavy wheels discharging the water,<br />a phantom moan of disappearing strangers.<br />Into the darkness they vanish.<br />It's Christmas night, I have gorged.<br />The addiction, compensating for what's no longer here.<br />The emptiness, the shadow play in my mind.<br />It can't be like this forever can it?<br />My psyche tugging my body with marionette strings<br />fueled by apathy.<br /><br />I listen, the sounds of the rain drops pelting,<br />the asphalt, the Doppler effect.<br />If I commit myself enough.<br />If I focus enough.<br /><br />I will become transparent,<br />I will become translucent,<br />I will lift into the sky like<br />the dampness does by morning time.<br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-84694778811471799262009-12-25T22:50:00.000-08:002009-12-25T22:53:10.658-08:00phone tag<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />The final insult flung, she spat venom into my ear<br />through electric currents.<br />Flustered, frustrated, beyond repair.<br />I, monotone, defiantly replied "Don't call me anymore."<br />Thinking I was bluffing, a tiny cackle crept into her words<br />"Okay."<br />She smiled at the other end of the line, proud of not giving a shit.<br />I ended the call on my cell shaking with a static fury.<br />Two years later she calls again, and for the fifth time<br />I pass on picking it up, on hearing her voice again.<br />She is enveloped in the passage of time.<br /><br />Welcome to the ether, bitch.</div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-76764294840781801292009-12-25T22:49:00.000-08:002009-12-25T22:50:33.211-08:00verbal spar.<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">she called me an idiot. Ironically, I knew deep down, she was a moron. Vapid, empty, hollow shell of a deliciously sculptured goddess. We were made for each other like a bent key for a broken lock. I stared into her deep black eyes as she kept mouthing unintelligable words . . . my peace was diminished, I burst into flames.</span></h3>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-13175330852580497932009-07-13T12:43:00.000-07:002009-07-13T12:45:07.351-07:00"Ask Will" episode 1WARNING: OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AND TOUCHY SUBJECT MATTER.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6XKYY5tWwI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6XKYY5tWwI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Ask Will is a short interview series, where I ask an <br />abundance of questions to a former co-worker Will. <br />I find him endlessly funny, and unabashedly unfiltered.<br />He will give his opinion, and not shy away from it.<br /><br />EP 1: Pre-Obama election/current politics.<br /><br />NOTE: All of the opinions heard and said in this <br />video are given by said main subject. I am not here <br />to objectify or slander anyone's beliefs,<br />be they political or religious. That being said, this <br />is a look at a young man's random thoughts about the <br />world we live in today.<br /><br />I neither condone or object to one's beliefs, and allow <br />them to speak their mind. My opinions, unless asked will <br />be of my own, and not part of this video series.<br />I am merely interested in porviding the viewer with <br />compelling footage, and a look into the thought process <br />of individuals you may never have the chance to <br />converse with.alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-83761438379803987072009-07-06T21:58:00.000-07:002009-07-06T22:42:05.201-07:00Breaking News<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /> It's something I just heard about, and it's absolutely shocking.<br />It's 12:57 AM, July 6th, 2009, and I'm hyperventilating as I write<br />this. Now, take a seat. (well do you stand at your computer,<br />you hipster-non-comformist scum.) This is real heavy.<br /><br />Michael Jackson has passed away. I know, I know. it's terrible.<br /><br />Okay, now you can have a moment of reflection for the loss of<br />our "King of Pop". I had to take a moment myself, whether to<br />actually capitalize the letters in that moniker. I are no English<br />major.<br /><br />But seriously folks, what got me to write up this stunning<br />announcement was the footage of Michael Jackson's ghost<br />on "Larry King LIVE". Now I know you're thinking, the only<br />ghost on that show is Larry himself, but people are actually<br />claiming to see the gloved one's apparition loafing<br />around in his Neverland ranch.<br /><br />Here's the video.<br />(accompanied with some copyrighted horror music)<br /><br /><div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"></div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Am67-Sew7k&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Am67-Sew7k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Now, weirdos, ahem, I mean <span style="font-weight: bold;">people</span> are actually<br />debating this as paranormal fact. As you can see,<br />the shadow, er ah, Jacko slinks through some sort<br />of hallway vanishes into thin air. Now, this leads me<br />to the realization that people are more <span style="font-weight: bold;">fucking</span> nuts<br />than ever.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br />Poor Jermaine, a chance to bask in the light after all<br />these years of eating beans straight from the tin can, absolutely<br />shunned by society. The public, more in favor of his talented,<br />highly controversial brother. Now MJ is stealing his thunder<br />once again! Holy Mackerel, you done good, Mikey.<br /><br />Which leads me to the celeb frenzy that occurs when one reaches<br />a status that few can. "Celebortality", because my penchant for<br />phrasing is awful. One can be canonized no matter what they did<br />or didn't do that leaves a stigma on them when they're alive,<br />but vanishes once they're no longer on this earth . . . er spiritually.<br />I'm sure 35% of his original body is there somewhere at the funeral.<br /><br />No, I'm not trying to make light of the situation,<br />but it's amazing how quick the tide has turned in favor<br />of Jackson. I myself, who is somewhat an emotionless tool,<br />was caught off guard when I actually felt a jolt of sentimentality<br />hit me when I heard "The Way you make me feel" on<br />the radio the day of his death. I received a call informing me he<br />had died hours earlier, and I replied with the<br />flippant "Bullshit." There it was though,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jacko gone</span>.<br /><br />A friend of mine commented that he thought<br />Jackson had absolutely no talent at all,<br />and didn't understand the big deal. While he<br />is a fair many years shy of my age, I tried to<br />explain Jacko's impact on the world without<br />sounding like a maniacal fan. Alas, he complains<br />that Jackson never wrote any music that<br />dealt with healing the soul and the world like<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Angels and Airwaves"</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Coldplay"</span> do.<br />I kind of figured from there, that, ah he's probably<br />never listened to the music once. So I'll just let that<br />go. Musical tastes aside of course. Busting<br />your balls here, bro! What's the worst that<br />can happen to him, a bunch of saucy fruits in<br />lycra jackets tying their arms to his and having<br />a dance off?!<br /><br />Unfortunately for Jacko, his negative buzz<br />stuck with him well after he was no longer relevant.<br />The abnormal lifestyle, the cosmetic surgery, giving<br />Marlon Brando a cameo in his<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"blood on the dance floor"</span> video. It goes<br />on and on. Although, now the public has been<br />rushing to cash in on Michael's notoriety,<br />and I don't blame people on wanting to<br />make money. Holy shit though, now I'm seeing as<br />much MJ paraphernalia as I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">Obama</span> shirts.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EJ7ZbrPaRJD-Tewurk3lrDkAga_eMm5pHJBxSnOftKrOl9ybVCW8r6B-_VQBjTcqBWADi2_4pr1B-i5GHxtEkZDuLciBa09sTu3c-a0lgpTZtowp-3qv2XKHviaaO9c1G3O-1EkMXV4H/s1600-h/obamaone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EJ7ZbrPaRJD-Tewurk3lrDkAga_eMm5pHJBxSnOftKrOl9ybVCW8r6B-_VQBjTcqBWADi2_4pr1B-i5GHxtEkZDuLciBa09sTu3c-a0lgpTZtowp-3qv2XKHviaaO9c1G3O-1EkMXV4H/s320/obamaone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355585033382031602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(That's an actual shirt. I kid you not. I facepalmed hard when i saw it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">on sale at Union Square Park.)</span><br /><br />Infact, I know a girl who's selling <a href="http://vanatei.com/blog/"> I heart MJ </a> shirts, it's quite a smart,<br />simple design, and I'm sure when he <span style="font-weight: bold;">comes back from hell </span><br />to drag her down, he'll look snazzy in one too. In final<br />remembrance of the quite talented Michael, I leave<br />you with one of his more rare collaborations<br />with a fine pop singer of the eighties, a Mr. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Murphy</span>. <div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9cQOcAC_K8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9cQOcAC_K8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-44379228251862208342009-07-02T22:57:00.001-07:002009-07-02T22:57:45.270-07:00FRIDAY 6-8A FRIENDLY REMINDER FROM ANTIMOTION / F9<br /><br />Please join us for some drinks + music on FRIDAY - JULY 3RD at ZAKKA<br />BOOKS in DUMBO, BROOKLYN, to celebrate the release of FUTR WRLD.<br /><br />The store will feature artwork from the collection from 6 - 8. ALL WELCOME!<br /><br />Thanks again for your support - ANTIMOTION / F9<br /><br />For more info on this project visit:<br /><a href="http://anti-motion.com/futrwrld.html" target="_blank">http://anti-motion.com/<wbr>futrwrld.html</a><br />or email:<br /><a href="mailto:info@anti-motion.com">info@anti-motion.com</a><br /><br /><br />for directions visit:<br /><a href="http://www.zakkacorp.com/contact.php" target="_blank">http://www.zakkacorp.com/<wbr>contact.php</a><br /><br />155 Plymouth St, Brooklyn, NY 11201<br /><br />Link: <<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=155+Plymouth+St,+Brooklyn,+NY,+11201&ie=UTF8&split=0&gl=us&ei=IL81StjyJoGMtgfBkdi7CQ&ll=40.704343,-73.987083&spn=0.009256,0.014012&z=16&iwloc=A" target="_blank">http://maps.google.com/maps?<wbr>hl=en&q=155+Plymouth+St,+<wbr>Brooklyn,+NY,+11201&ie=UTF8&<wbr>split=0&gl=us&ei=<wbr>IL81StjyJoGMtgfBkdi7CQ&ll=40.<wbr>704343,-73.987083&spn=0.<wbr>009256,0.014012&z=16&iwloc=A</a>><br /><br />ZAKKA NYC<br />155 Plymouth St, Brooklyn, NY, 11201<br />*F Train York St. Station / 1st. Stop from Manhattan<br />718.801.8037<br /><br /><a href="http://www.zakkacorp.com/" target="_blank">www.zakkacorp.com</a><br /><a href="mailto:info@zakkacorp.com">info@zakkacorp.com</a>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-73014705079730849622009-06-25T09:42:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:12:36.921-07:00finding work in the new age depression<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpqmWnS7P9HsJrwKvJHqsW-xeL_sCMUev2_8oYzACeMCFjrh83Q9TupoFYEOztv46hxli-ao-SpsRvznECLojguJZbU0Frk3bwkQdJhEx4eSsiH1Sc1orTegSSCldGsL_ICugmWBPBGjk/s1600-h/ted-dibiase.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpqmWnS7P9HsJrwKvJHqsW-xeL_sCMUev2_8oYzACeMCFjrh83Q9TupoFYEOztv46hxli-ao-SpsRvznECLojguJZbU0Frk3bwkQdJhEx4eSsiH1Sc1orTegSSCldGsL_ICugmWBPBGjk/s320/ted-dibiase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313079446742914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />So, scouring the internet for work is not only a massive effort of<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">placing correct "keywords" in search engines and hoping for<br />the best. The journey itself consisting of how many jobs out<br />there necessarily don't adhere to what you studied four years<br />in college for. While I do consider myself a Jack-off-all-trades<br />(yes I do note the second 'f')<br />I find it a complex nightmarish plunge into the unknown.<br />When 90% of the time you get work based on who you know<br />(and that's basically the template of my monetary gain for<br />some reason) I hardly know anyone anymore<br />because I do work so much.<br /><br />Stuck as a corporate goon, not wanting to raise up<br />in one's position because time will be lost and there<br />will be no creative fulfillment is a hell i wouldn't<br />want to wish on anyone. So where do we go from here?<br />Daily visits to craigslist (and by daily I mean, by seconds<br />of each day) to scour work, that would be feasible as<br />compared to winning the lottery.<br /><br />I scour the 'Arts and entertainment' as well as<br />the 'writing' positions, but in all honesty both are scarce.<br />The writing section you need to have a masters<br />in language, even though, clearly they can see that you<br />write well. It's not legitimate unless you<br />have that BFA in that field.<br /><br />So on I search, banging my head against my keyboard.<br />Luckily enough, in times of desperation I've<br />begun to learn editing skills on my new Imac,<br />complete with Final cut pro. With that,<br />I have to purchase a new digital camera,<br />as well as new fire wires to complement the process<br />of new found skills. So there's that to look<br />forward to, but, the filming process<br />is a looming beast that's also problematic.<br /><br />The main motivation right now is a mix<br />of two things, well, maybe three.<br />Justification for my BFA from Fashion Institute,<br />my artistic gratification, as well as my<br />unabashed desire and love for money.<br />I don't care, I like money, having money,<br />spending it and smoking cheap cigars and<br />acting obnoxious with my friends as we do it.<br />So I ask the many gods of this world to<br />set me on the right path so I can get back to<br />the fiendishly reaganesque levels of<br />debauchery.<br /><br />But back to reality.<br /><br />So where am I stuck looking? Well,<br /><a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/">craigslist</a><br /><a href="http://simplyhired.com/">simply hired</a><br /><a href="http://jobs.myspace.com/">myspace jobs</a><br /><a href="http://www.monster.com/">monster</a><br /><br />and those are the low rung of finding work in this world.<br /><br />But as I build my pesky <a href="http://www.coroflot.com/amercado">portfolio</a>, that I have the worst<br />patience with. Books on Dreamweaver piled<br />upon my desk, I question myself, what am I<br />doing at this moment? Where have I gone wrong?<br />I realize, I was writing this post instead of<br />looking for new work.<br /><br /><br />byeeeeee!</div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-41555452117532055532009-06-22T17:04:00.000-07:002009-06-22T18:06:28.458-07:00i am not spartacus<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />So this weekend was pretty uneventful, due to major storms,<br />boredome, poordome, people canceling, general lack of interest<br />of what I do and so on and so forth. How's that for a run on<br />sentence.<br /><br />I find myself amazed at how much my A.D.D. affects me in<br />general situations, it's like a shark let loose in a fiesta,<br />constantly moving. I have to keep going or I'll just start<br />spiraling down in boredom and the creepy black hole of<br />depression starts to soak up my brain.<br /><br />Anyways, this friday, hung out with some people that know<br />people that I hardly know. Which always makes it completely<br />uncomfortable for me. I always feel like I have to be on,<br />when in actuality no one really gives a shit.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbKPejh2OsjYBPiNYQ0zYY6E5QBI9YQ73iFfgXbCKDu-kxO-8WmehGmaR7yDKFiyR-KvXaGQy8uhNi6zxOL_IGB54BqLApluAjdBA5anAZWYQzp4p5BqqRLw6s-aJroers6CJEYAF3ILk/s1600-h/3748_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbKPejh2OsjYBPiNYQ0zYY6E5QBI9YQ73iFfgXbCKDu-kxO-8WmehGmaR7yDKFiyR-KvXaGQy8uhNi6zxOL_IGB54BqLApluAjdBA5anAZWYQzp4p5BqqRLw6s-aJroers6CJEYAF3ILk/s320/3748_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350313758364017650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That is a tale for another time. What's more important, is the<br />introduction to that tale. So i was summoned to <a href="http://www.radegasthall.com/">RADEGAST</a> beer<br />hall, in Williamsburg Brooklyn. Where forearmed sized mugs of ale<br />will set you back about 14 bucks. It's a nice little spot to chat<br />with friends, get to know knew people, oggle the beerwenches.<br /><br />So as I make my way to the bar, my friend, has not arrived yet, and I<br />circle the two areas about two times. Later on I would find<br />out that the people I was supposed to sit with were already laughing<br />and joking, completely oblivious to who I was and<br />vice versa.<br /><br />So on one go around, I head to the bathroom, and take out my<br />illegally opened container of alcohol and ... oh nevermind.<br /><br />SO, I'm waiting in the restroom waiting for any available slots.<br />Some inebriated guy comes by, and he's looking nervous.<br />I'm just avoiding eye contact. Then he does that usual, dance of<br />anxiety. So I try to give that reassuring nod of, "I know. I know."<br /><br />He's like "My friends in the stall, but I see four feet"<br /><br />So I look closely at the bottom of the occupied stall, and sure enough,<br />there were two people inside, or a shaved deer with vans.<br />I was like oohhh, snap.. there's a hook up going on. I realize how<br />terribly empty my life is... then the door jolts open.<br />The most zestiest man with light eyes, orange-iest tan and<br />bleached hair steps out...<br />and announces<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Hello my name is</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">SPARTACUS</span>"<br /><br />I can only assume he was homosexual because not only<br />was he dressed better than I (which is not hard to do)<br />He twinkled like those vampires from TWILIGHT.<br />the anxious guy had a look of fear on his face, and I figured<br />there was no chick in that stall. I promptly spun around, because<br />magically I didn't have to go anymore. Stepped out the restroom and<br />hightailed it.<br /><br />Back into the brouhaha, I finally met with some people,<br />was already drunk, but due to my A.D.D. and lack of<br />women, and the prospect of early work the next<br />day, I dejectedly called it a night.<br /><br />Lest you people think I am homophobic,<br />I am not. I'm just not cool with dudes<br />that call themselves after 1950<br />Kirk Douglas films.<br />(My gay friends will agree to this)<br /><br />So godspeed to you, Spartacus, whomever you are,<br />you had more action than I got, I will think twice<br />about going into any stall from now on.<br />To affect my life is like to affect others<br />on the heels of rosa parks, J.F.K.,<br />Neda and Obama.<br /></div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-29899579365976788382009-05-07T21:02:00.000-07:002009-05-07T21:19:28.151-07:00from the shadowzone!!So it's been a pretty eventful(less) time in my life<br />these past few weeks. The Antagonist Art show was<br />a success, all my 30 plus business cards were taken,<br />didn't receive one phone call or e-mail from anyone,<br />so I assume everyone used the cards as throwing stars<br />and/or alternate toothpicks with the nearby pizzeria.<br />(Hell i got one free sicilian and a drink comped!)<br /><br />Anyhoo, with that dangerous headfirst plunge into<br />the artist society, (I'm more of the fringe type since<br />I'm so hip NO ONE knows about me) I had to go out and plan<br />what to do next. I have a friendly interplay with Antagonist Art<br />Movement people (michelle, Un and all) so I was flattered when<br />they said it was cool if I wanted to continue doing work with them.<br /><br />Apparently the art director for the Ramones liked my stuff,<br />so that was very cool to know. Next project on my slab is now<br />going into hyper mode.<br /><br />Going into the Antagonist art deal again though,<br />I'm working on writing a short film for them that will be artistic<br />and trippy and just plain watchable. I'm working with Mike Robayo,<br />you can check out some of his reels like this one right here...!<br /><br /><div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7oN_kCcqkM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7oN_kCcqkM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I've handed in the black and white images for a twisted comic book<br />my friend <a href="http://web.mac.com/danielwalbert/daniel_albert/Daniel_Albert_Home.html">Danny albert</a> has writen (Now I have two other books<br />I will work on with him.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUxvG17zDtzg2a3TJ4uZX9U-YsqCErh3ON9yLurZDFYtERgfQkif2aQvf9vPqWDgPEYbLJxxm2oK27pBFXvQ6f-HOj3A_JjvEBxtHvkGgizXXyfE5j0RNZ4m_S0vHEtNpn1wUffqPPQR-/s1600-h/NELSON10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUxvG17zDtzg2a3TJ4uZX9U-YsqCErh3ON9yLurZDFYtERgfQkif2aQvf9vPqWDgPEYbLJxxm2oK27pBFXvQ6f-HOj3A_JjvEBxtHvkGgizXXyfE5j0RNZ4m_S0vHEtNpn1wUffqPPQR-/s320/NELSON10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333301590195317394" border="0" /></a><br />I am writing (!) a series of illustrated novels<br />with my artistic hero Winnie Chang. She was a<br />manhua artist in Korea, but got burnt out by it all.<br />She is giving me all the notes and basically,<br />I am going to pretty it up with words while she<br />does all the gorgeous art.<br />You can check out her site @ <a href="http://winnie76.com/">http://winnie76.com/</a><br /><br />Other than that I've seen some really messed up<br />stuff too, and I'll update on that later. The nyc transit<br />system is probably hell on rails. That last ying yang battle<br />I saw was topped by the utter ugly side of humanity<br />when ... ah I don't want to get into that into this blog,<br />the next one... here are some puppies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvxj4lqkAwiWJIvsoEiRVzgD7-ymlm5YPuJMTvI-XKfh2164pTEwEPbBlP1WDrLu39Ck3eCNeDPCoV_Pu8k20NhQU0vuiaAIRKpL_znwbw4d7Jtb2OW0n4WmiE2uansmz7795zhqGOgcT/s1600-h/puppies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvxj4lqkAwiWJIvsoEiRVzgD7-ymlm5YPuJMTvI-XKfh2164pTEwEPbBlP1WDrLu39Ck3eCNeDPCoV_Pu8k20NhQU0vuiaAIRKpL_znwbw4d7Jtb2OW0n4WmiE2uansmz7795zhqGOgcT/s320/puppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333302490877930498" border="0" /></a>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-21832391901568097282009-03-30T18:38:00.000-07:002009-03-30T18:48:34.885-07:00Previews for the Niagara show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZdQfYY9Nyb64CHD_i1HAcQfheoZd5174-6rBXXrhasA7QZxozHNlFWPi0yQRTlZzas9dk-uZK-H-XYPiIAOuXsa7hWI6MQPo8hJooYfTcX24kxRcRRMQl5I0zrBX2cc6vd1X169T7YFl/s1600-h/schizoPREVIEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZdQfYY9Nyb64CHD_i1HAcQfheoZd5174-6rBXXrhasA7QZxozHNlFWPi0yQRTlZzas9dk-uZK-H-XYPiIAOuXsa7hWI6MQPo8hJooYfTcX24kxRcRRMQl5I0zrBX2cc6vd1X169T7YFl/s320/schizoPREVIEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319162527578765282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhcqAY8X5LHusP6psZQSY2IIkhhR919KWUwYmY2ZlFrm9Yc_lVO04bVV4wbPeuE_mgmSPAUBRnCrha16n49BkZCQGjKjlBlIkvbteOrjbO_H9iI-iPiQrZxRb8x4_Dd8NAAzK2lXPB-xh/s1600-h/ACHPREVIE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhcqAY8X5LHusP6psZQSY2IIkhhR919KWUwYmY2ZlFrm9Yc_lVO04bVV4wbPeuE_mgmSPAUBRnCrha16n49BkZCQGjKjlBlIkvbteOrjbO_H9iI-iPiQrZxRb8x4_Dd8NAAzK2lXPB-xh/s320/ACHPREVIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319162529373953570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnab44WElL_ljYYsxHVCwE_yGbuS9gN1iPse7Nf8lvEks8ADWsZKWhAKd-ep_YbKossdPMjiQl1KAS1O9xJInQW5Vy-Ehi1VCAv_Gu-48qILV6cfNzqVVUTmTlOH_fmnKu246sQd1Xb-D/s1600-h/HUNGER2PREVIEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnab44WElL_ljYYsxHVCwE_yGbuS9gN1iPse7Nf8lvEks8ADWsZKWhAKd-ep_YbKossdPMjiQl1KAS1O9xJInQW5Vy-Ehi1VCAv_Gu-48qILV6cfNzqVVUTmTlOH_fmnKu246sQd1Xb-D/s320/HUNGER2PREVIEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319162530287303314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />these are just tiny sections of much larger pieces appearing<br />at the NIAGARA ANTAGONIST THURSDAY! SHOW.<br />I'm nervous, but genuinely excited to show them out there.<br />Hope to see you all there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ANTAGONIST THURSDAY! ONE NIGHT ONLY ART SHOWS.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THURSDAY APRIL 2ND 9PM-2AM</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">21 and UP!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Myself (Alex Mercado) and Ramon Trif will</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">have some of our work on display</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">@ the NIAGARA BAR 112 ave A.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L.E.S. in the EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN N.y.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">come see our art, drink, be merry, mingle, make connections and have fun.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/niagarabarnyc" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.myspace.com/niagarabarnyc</a><br /><a href="http://ramonvtrif.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://ramonvtrif.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://alexmercado.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://alexmercado.blogspot.com</a>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-90378492089537375582009-03-28T18:16:00.001-07:002009-03-28T18:16:41.486-07:00ANTAGONIST THURSDAY! ONE NIGHT ONLY SHOW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ_wnZY0xm87Fz0O94DEdUqtlUkDA7LRc8vFkqkwIh4lS5tAVqsOdINkNE6KtOVaTGEbeOCB-GBvqZf0XdjIofHT1XfXcQzFWucd1jRJqOWmCyt5ULmFM1JqPtd46ak2OpbkNUqBfXB4/s1600-h/ANTAGONISTB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ_wnZY0xm87Fz0O94DEdUqtlUkDA7LRc8vFkqkwIh4lS5tAVqsOdINkNE6KtOVaTGEbeOCB-GBvqZf0XdjIofHT1XfXcQzFWucd1jRJqOWmCyt5ULmFM1JqPtd46ak2OpbkNUqBfXB4/s320/ANTAGONISTB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318412160183227890" border="0" /></a><br />ANTAGONIST THURSDAY! ONE NIGHT ONLY ART SHOWS.<br /><br />THURSDAY APRIL 2ND 9PM-2AM<br /><br />21 and UP!!<br /><br />Myself (Alex Mercado) and Ramon Trif will<br />have some of our work on display<br />@ the NIAGARA BAR 112 ave A.<br />L.E.S. in the EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN N.y.<br /><br />come see our art, drink, be merry, mingle, make connections and have fun.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/niagarabarnyc" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.myspace.com/niagarabarnyc</a><br /><a href="http://ramonvtrif.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://ramonvtrif.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://alexmercado.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://alexmercado.blogspot.com</a>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-25190055771734050262009-03-23T23:41:00.000-07:002009-03-23T23:45:02.372-07:00this weekend mar 26th on....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br />things to do this weekend . . .<br />So as I arrived back from the wonderfully boring<br />landscape of downtown Orlando, I realized, I have<br />a hefty plate of “to do” items back in NYC.<br /><br />I have to prep for a tentatively scheduled<br />“Antagonist Art Movement” show in<br />The L.E.S. (wow, I’m so trendy, I’ll be<br />Sure to wear my skinny jeans, and hipster<br />Glasses!) So I am genuinely excited for that.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ3bMzX2EXr7amT972bHYJEntJ6BWDPWtk08rnqqwExbz3vxhMchzfuaJeTRhPPocvOUJ4rtbv7vLlxnubH1iMcHFdRUvFWLVvatDZ8i0u3yd-1ErmvpoqSLckTS4Zj4uG0Q_c_1PF8U/s1600-h/AQ06-04_Yoshitomo-Nara-wallpaper_Birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ3bMzX2EXr7amT972bHYJEntJ6BWDPWtk08rnqqwExbz3vxhMchzfuaJeTRhPPocvOUJ4rtbv7vLlxnubH1iMcHFdRUvFWLVvatDZ8i0u3yd-1ErmvpoqSLckTS4Zj4uG0Q_c_1PF8U/s320/AQ06-04_Yoshitomo-Nara-wallpaper_Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316638568244628098" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">At the Marianne boesky gallery<br />The works of Yoshitomo Nara are<br />Being displayed from feb 28th till March 28th,<br />So CHECK IT OUT<br /><br /><a href="http://www.marianneboeskygallery.com/current/2009-02-28_yoshitomo-nara/pressrelease/">http://www.marianneboeskygallery.com/</a><br /><br />This week down to OULU in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.<br />http://www.oulunyc.com/ to have some farewell<br />drinks with my friend, Iris, who is a philanthropic<br />sweetheart going off to teach English to students<br />in Thailand. Go Iris, go!<br /><br />Also check out,<br />The KRAZY! Showing at the JAPAN SOCIETY<br />Remember Fridays are free 6-9<br /><br /><a href="http://www.japansociety.org/event_detail?eid=6ee001d9">http://www.japansociety.org/</a><br /><br />Friday night, my home girl DJ Xio will be dj’ing<br />At REVOLUTION! At the Bruckner Bar<br /><br /><a href="www.myspace.com/revolutionny">www.myspace.com/revolutionny</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQUe8fIYPummwWtkf4eImeSBoorT70oI_iR3tZPSS81zrsqw09S9NB9Z8QEA0NGVyZ0ScgLeHdpn2ePng4GgipoBS6aKwzbX2Tn1edRyp_F1I7O53hRvcKr5v7cw1qc4cFi_7lQhIcK0/s1600-h/DJMARA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQUe8fIYPummwWtkf4eImeSBoorT70oI_iR3tZPSS81zrsqw09S9NB9Z8QEA0NGVyZ0ScgLeHdpn2ePng4GgipoBS6aKwzbX2Tn1edRyp_F1I7O53hRvcKr5v7cw1qc4cFi_7lQhIcK0/s320/DJMARA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316639305946424226" border="0" /></a><br />Although, my satuday night is free (so far),<br />let's see what's happening then,<br />hope to see you ppl out there, supporting the arts...<br /><br />toodles!</div>alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975581823088069949.post-27220526108964235722009-01-27T23:26:00.000-08:002009-01-27T23:31:34.748-08:00that gross story<span style="font-weight:bold;">WARNING, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU EATING,<br />OR A QUEASY.<br /></span><br /><br /><br />So this past Saturday was quite the <br />eventful one, with my completely numb <br />acknowledgement that I was going to audition <br />for a band. My friend and I were scheduled to try <br />out as dual vocalists for a “Screamo” type band. <br />All the previous week, we collaborated on lyrics <br />(surprisingly it’s quite easy to work with him.)<br />I, with the haunting past of O.C.D., reread the lyrics <br />chicken scratched into my notepad about ten billion <br />times.<br /><br />I’m the melodic vocalist, while my friend does the <br />screaming thing. I have no idea how one can abuse their<br /> vocal cords to release a sound so furiously engaging. <br />I get jealous.<br /><br />This is kinda what we're going for.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23Ivt-ikYIk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23Ivt-ikYIk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"This could be anywhere in the world" - Alexisonfire<br /><br /><br />Anyways, so I have this creeping little notion in my <br />head all morning, about how it’ll go, will they like us? <br />Will they like me? Will I screw up royally.<br />How will I sound. Will my vocals fit the music? <br />(I saved tracks off of their Myspace page through an flash <br />system that keeps it as MP3’s, easy as that. Playing them over<br />and over.) So I tried not to worry about it too much, I mean <br />I sang in a choir as a child.<br /><br />Hell, I was kicked out of the choir as a kid for laughing <br />at everyone when they forgot the lyrics to the song we <br />were performing at the unveiling of a new building.<br />I mean, it was hilarious!<br /><br />Anyways, I kept it out of my mind. At work, <br />I was just focusing on the time left for the day. <br />So I decide to further forget about my future <br />date with destiny by getting lunch. Yes, that’s it, <br />I’ll get some lunch!<br /><br />So back to the O.C.D. thing, I can not leave a place <br />without furiously washing my hands.<br />(Hell I’ll open doors with sleeves!) I lie to myself and <br />say that I’m doing this so I won’t catch a cold that’ll <br />ruin my performance. But we all know it’s because<br />I might just be a lunatic.<br /><br />I’m washing my hands at the restroom, speaking to a<br /> friend, when I look over my shoulder. I hear a shuffling <br />of feet, and a man with ginger hair and a horrified <br />expressioncomes running in, hand clutching over his mouth. <br />I see something begin to stream between his fingers.. <br />a mucous-like, orange-colored fluid. I know what’s going <br />to happen, because in that split second I spin into the <br />mirror and hear the pitter patter of my entire back <br />showered with the insides of someone’s stomach. <br />It was like a burst of air, and my back feeling quite drenched. <br /><br />The was was literally covered in something and my <br />outline in the center of it. I can’t tell you the irony of the <br />moment where I wanted to wash my hands from the dirt <br />and then as easily caught a possible AIDS-bath. I ran so <br />fast into a janitor’s closet and stripped it’s not even funny. <br />Cursing, and in panic, I scrambled to see a water hose and<br />Spun the handle for release. I didn’t hold onto the hose, <br />and comically, much like a three Stooges sequence, the <br />hose whipped around uncontrollably and doused me <br />even more. I had a friend pick up a new shirt for me as <br />I laughed off the moment. Fearing I would run into the <br />assailant again. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want an <br />apology. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that guy’s <br />mouth opening towards me again. I was so disgusted, <br />I wanted to just kinda peel this first layer of skin off or <br />something. <br /><br />YUCH. <br /><br />I mean I had to laugh it off (but cry deeply inside) <br />But I looked at it like It was a sign of good luck… <br />not the kind of luck I’d look for. But whatever.<br /><br />Yeesh.<br /><br />They told us to come back and audition again, so…<br />Thanks, pukey.<br /><br />- Alex M.alexmercadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984112602837796912noreply@blogger.com0