Advice

You Are Here

If you want bigger answers, you have to ask bigger questions, you have to make bigger choices, and you have to take bigger risks. You will lose, but you will also win. You can’t let the universe push you around. It’s your life. It’s up to you to live it.

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Thoughts

The World is Both

The world is both light and dark, and darkness is half of everything. You must accept darkness, and yet choose to live in the light. Consciousness is the gift of that choice. Every day, and at every moment, you can make the world darker or brighter. You alone are responsible for that decision. Every day, and at every moment, you deserve either the credit or the blame, depending on what you do, the actions you take, and the choices you make. Darkness and light, at all times, at every point, you have the power to make a real difference, and the responsibility to make the right choice.

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Conversation

Learning to Fly

Some of you might not know this, but my name “Nunich” is the Dutch German Canadian re-imagining of my Laotian nickname which means “litte bird” so flying with Jo was both fun and appropriate. Also according to Dylan nearly half of my conversation amounts to statements like “I’m hot” and “I have to pee” so I guess it’s good I know how to write since I suck at talking.

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Advice

A Deeper Shade of Green

People wearing green are apparently statistically rated significantly less attractive than people wearing any other colour so ladies if bitches be casing your hot man just dress him in green from head to toe and the whores will puke and run, wholly unaware of all hidden handsomeness. Normally green is considered to be a favourable colour with many positive connotations and is seen as a sign of health and goodness. It’s just not a good idea when it comes to clothes, unless you’re trying to protect your man from whores and get him safely home.

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Hair

A Cut Above

Introducing Dylan’s fancy fun new do. When the top blonde part isn’t tied off into three small buns, the locks are silky and full and long enough for emo hair flipping. During live streaming yesterday someone seeing Dylan’s hair remarked, “You look like if Donald Trump and Skrillex had a baby.” Not absolutely accurate but mildly funny. Then someone asked if Dylan was part of the Illuminati. Dylan said, “Well, duh. Obviously!”

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Hair

Look At Me Now

Yesterday I googled “best colourist for Asian hair near me” and was presented with Yelp’s top suggestions. I called the place that seemed most relevant that could do what I wanted that could see me at once and suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of Asians. From the stylists to the clients, everybody was Asian. They all seemed startled to see me, I was startled to see them, it was a mutual startling. My stylist as predicted didn’t hide the fact that she was strongly scandalized, perhaps even outraged, by the previous state of my hair, admittedly it was a shocking affair. That’s what I get for thinking I can do everything myself. Seems there’s a limit to my skills set. But look at my beautiful hair now! My hairdresser’s an actual genius. Team Asia straight crushing. If you saw the before picture you would more deeply appreciate the magic achieved. I am over the moon.

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Priceless

There’s a wonderful couple who are longtime supporters and big fans of Dylan that conceived a child during an ill.Gates set at Priceless Festival so they named their baby daughter Gates. Fast forward a few years and now Gates is a gorgeous young lady maybe five years old, walking and talking, with skills, capabilities, interests, thoughts and feelings all her own. Every year at Priceless, Gates’ father gifts Dylan a bottle of fine Scotch, and this year young Gates was allowed to stay up far past her bedtime. Her father brought Gates to the dancefloor so she could enjoy her first ill.Gates show. Gates’ dad held her joyously aloft as Dylan dedicated the set to her, everyone cheered and clapped, the whole thing was touching and delightful. Clad in heavy ear protection young Gates danced to Dylan’s set smiling shyly and holding her father’s hand. Later we all went to the family trailer to visit Gates and her mother and draw pictures. Gates asked us to draw on both sides of the pages and she made charming appreciative comments. Then completely unprompted and involuntary, Gates in the pure luminous tones of a little girl said, “ill.Gates you’re my favourite dj in the whole world.” Before any of us could finish marveling at the sweetness of the moment, Wayne the resident shit disturber of our group said, “Clearly you’ve never heard of Bassnectar.”

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Conversation

Coming Clean

I thought quitting smoking, drinking and doing drugs would be hard but actually it hasn’t been hard at all. We’ve been staying home holed up hiding and working though not going out to clubs and shows in order to avoid temptation and the possibility of relapsing. We’re not going to go out until we’re strong enough to do it without breaking down. So far so good and actually I’ve never looked or felt better, in fact I think I look and feel better than I did when I was twenty. I always knew smoking was bad and drugs were bad, I didn’t know that actually alcohol’s the worst of all. Take it from me, if you want to look and feel your best and notice an immediate and amazing improvement, quit drinking. I almost can’t even believe it. Looking and feeling so great more than makes up for not being able to drink. Now I just gotta see if I can go out, dance, have energy and be fantastic company without drugs or drinking. One day at a time right you guys. Straight edge is awesome, just gotta figure out how to do it without being preachy or dull. What makes being bad enjoyable is danger and risk, the challenge is to somehow make being good fun.

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Advice

Twelve

HOW TO BE WONDERFUL IN 12 EASY STEPS
1. Make sure that you look and smell good. Make sure there’s nothing stuck between your teeth, that there’s no gunk in the corners of your eyes, that your hands are washed, that your nose is clean, and that both your body and your breath smell fresh. These basic details of personal hygiene and self-presentation are important and when there’s something wrong in any of these areas, no one might tell you, they might silently be various levels of turned off or grossed out, and you might never learn why or be made aware. It’s your job to take care.
2. Learn new things and hone skills. Practice daily. Become an expert in what you care about in all the areas you like.
3. Develop your own style, in how you dress, how you act, in the art you create and in how you express yourself. Style is who you are and style counts.
4. Volunteer some of your time doing something that matters to you. Donate some of what you have to groups you want to support.
5. Men don’t be assholes and ladies by all means be a bitch. Just don’t overdo it because there is such a thing as being too much of a bitch.
6. If someone needs your help and you can help them, help them.
7. Stop wasting time and stop making excuses. Do good work, do good things, and do it now.
8. Learn what you can forgive, what you must accept and what you have to change. Learn to say I’m sorry and learn to say I love you.
9. Share all you have and all that you are with someone deserving.
10. Don’t harm anyone, not even yourself.
11. Let go of hate. Love deeply.
12. Smile often, laugh a lot.

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Conversation

The Art of Producing

Dylan emerged from music making saying, “That’s it, I don’t think I can produce anymore.” “Great,” I said, “let’s stick this pickle up your bum.” “I don’t know about that,” said Dylan nervously. “Do it,” I said. “Life is for the living. What are you waiting for. Try something new.” “I should clean up that bassline and fix those drums,” said Dylan and he hurried back into the studio.

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All Apologies

Apologies to anyone who might’ve been triggered by my recently calling all men retards. Fag is another word that can get me in trouble, especially since many of my closest friends are queer, a lot of the best people in the world are homosexual, and some of my straight single male friends might as well be, so much so that I often tease them for it. Like the reason they can’t get girlfriends is because they’re obviously gay. One sensitive straight male friend once stood tragic before me and said, “Nunich, it really hurts my feelings and makes me feel sad, when you say I’m gay and call me a homo in front of my friends.” “You know why it hurts your feelings and makes you feel sad?” I asked. “Because you’re a fucking fag,” I said. “That’s why.”

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Quote

Mask

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any largescale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”

Jim Morrison

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I Feel Joy

I Feel Joy

“So,” I asked, “how was the flight.”​ ​“I dreamed I was a tiny African child who just pooped his pants,” said Dylan.​ ​“Please explain,” said I.​ ​“I was this little black boy riding bumpily along in the back of a rebel van and I pooped my pants. Then I woke up and realized the plane was landing and I guess the change in air pressure activated my anus so my body began to fart longer and louder than it has ever farted. I was in a kind of sleep paralysis too where I was trying to put a stop to the situation once I became aware of it but I had no active ability or bodily control. All I could do was slowly shake my head with a look of total horror upon my face as I was waking. Earlier I ate this huge vegan burrito stuffed with spices and beans, hence I guess the thrust and fullness of the action from my anus. I was seated next to this angry fat woman who previously fought me for one of my middle seat armrests. She wasn’t versed in the Jim Jefferies school of airplane ​etiquette (wherein window gets an armrest and a wall, middle gets two armrests, isle gets an armrest and a leg) so a part of me hoped the others on the plane would think this endless farting horror was her. Meanwhile all I could do was slowly shake my head. When I realized my wild eyes and head shaking only incriminated me more, I forced my ​head still and ​​tried to just look neutral. The looks on peoples’ faces were like are you kidding me right now and ​holy Jesus Christ shit and what the goddamn actual fuck and this just can’t be happening. All I could do was sit there. Helplessly farting. Loud and long and endless. I could even feel my bum cheeks flapping, such was the continuous energy and pressure of the fart. It was the longest loudest fart of my life. I worried that I might really have shit my pants. And the whole time I just kept on farting.”​ ​“Hm,” I said. “I feel joy for not having been there.”​ ​“Yeah,” said Dylan. “It was one of those times when I was​ really glad you weren’t.”

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Thoughts

Chameleons

It would be so cool if like chameleons we could change what we looked like, if we could change our races. I’d be all, “Honey, could you be black tonight?” Sometimes I think I should be a serial killer, because historically speaking, Asian women just don’t have the most interesting rap sheet. If I could be the best driver and the most successful serial killer, then I’d really be set. Up the Asian girl ante. As a group we’re a bit too goddamn demure. Bunch of goody two-shoes.

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