NEW/OLD

writing & junk from the past

hannah myrberg for hearty magazine 2010

i wonder if shaggy knows he got a mention in my old staff bio for hearty, back in 2010...'cause it's still on their website.

i wonder if that's why it was so hard to find freelance work when i was still writing and starving. meh. who needs money or food when your art is anchored to nuggets and shaggy, mon?

after the excerpt from my total clown bio, you can find links to my personal favorites from my brief, but blessed (thanks mish) time at hearty magazine.

ps :
i left to go to jazz school f/t. it was great, and i was the only female there, and i got to attend 3 years of school for free. my first year as a jazz guitar major was the happiest time of my life. i played music all day, every day, and didn't have to work (i got a grant that covered my tuition, and my...life.)

but that was five years ago, and i must say - both hearty and music school were magical, great things for my life - but they were also equally useless when it came time to career up. i spent my second year at jazz school homeless, living out of my locker and sleeping on floors.

and still, i don't make a living off either writing or music, to this day.

i work with drug addicts and mentally ill people for a living - which i love more than i can say. but still...i'm not the artist i thought i'd be by now. it didn't pan out, after a whole lifetime of practicing and playing and pushing.

but i guess it's a life of food/security/rent vs. a life of art. or something.

ah, getting older is such a treat. you end up having to choose between yr dreams or yr boring, farty old reality. and i choose nuggets, mon.

ok i'll shut up about my blessed life of failure and offensive bloodclot jamaican-isms now.

...mon.

cuz jamaican me look like an asshole, blog.

        "About Hannah Sarah:

Passionate about all sorts of nugget-based foods. Has the same birthday as the drummer from Hanson, Brian Boitano and Shaggy."               

                                                                                                           

irie white girl stuff + a fart joke disguised as an article.
                                          by hannah myrberg 



  

                                             

                                       novelty blanket revolution| better marriage farts      

                                         

              

       
sugar and spice | peter jensen resort/pre-fall 2011

                                                     
                                                                                           

                        m.i.a. sort of gets a "sorry"? 

                                 the queen is dead, long live the queen | courtney love

free fallin' | opening ceremony f/w 2010

hearty presents : ten reasons why betty white should tweet













                                                                        material girl | madonna's daughter blogs 

 

                                        

                                         alex and eli make suits | alex and eli s/s 2010 

no, but seriously...

sometimes i realize that my best friend is dead

and my (ex)husband is gone forever.

it makes me tired.

i think by spacing my sentences out like this

i can make anything look like really, really shitty poetry.

like seriously the shittiest poetry ever.

i thought writing this would be really emotional, but

i hit the 'enter' key by accident and

now this is happening

its so rad, when the glass really does end up half full

and suddenly you're all like "hey people that write poems

are the shittiest people on earth...

so, yo, like, seriously : fuck poems or

whatever

the

fuck..."

BRO HOLE

HOW I SPENT MY FRIDAY:

me and mish try to get the internet to work at the library/go searching for wireless

only place with wireless is a 'taphouse' (white people slang for 'bar with expensive fries')

'writing article' turns into john frusciante youtube videos + fries + beer

funky bro holes/unicorn and walrus tattoos

more beer

go home to find dad using new amp

get pissed because dad is way way better than i remembered

get pissed-er because i almost thought i had gotten better than him finally/could out drink him finally

tall cans
tall cans
tall cans

hashbrowns

my cat is retarded

suddently realize i should probably get a job /life

tall cans

unemployment specialist

in between fistfighting my amp, drinking beer, trying to get a US work visa, and being the busiest unemployed person ever, i have squeezed out two more things for hearty. thanks go to mish for helping with editing/resizing.

here they be:

FREE FALLIN'

NOVELTY BLANKET REVOLUTION (ALL ABOUT FART BLANKETS!)



PS

MARRIAGE FARTS!!!!!

TAROT WIZ

tonight i accidentally destroyed my computer and now have lost pretty much every important song, piece of writing, photo of iseult, resume, tax return, and all the junk i'd transferred onto this laptop from age 17 onwards. everything from detox diaries written when i was an 18 year old skid to my last scanned photos of iseult dating back to the tenth grade, to the stuff i was gonna submit to hearty tomorrow morning.

of course facebook tarot is eerily accurate again. when i went to check my email, i thought to look to the wisdom of the facebook tarot wizard to see what tomorrow/this morning would have in store for me. well fuck. way to wave it in my face, tarot genie, you smug fucker.




Death
Transformation. Death of the old ways. Making way for new energy and revitalization. Time to look for a new path. Change in a relationship, job or long-standing belief. Possible new beginning or liberation. Time to let go of something and let it pass from your life. Change of mind. Outside influence will cause drastic change. Accept change or change will be thrust upon you. Grieving a loss or change. Rebirth.