otherwisely, thanks for reading and i'll catch ya on the flipside. peace out!
Friday, July 28, 2006
otherwisely, thanks for reading and i'll catch ya on the flipside. peace out!
Friday, June 23, 2006
but today i felt my first true sadness. my last night of work. i leave during daylight tomorrow -- and so it was strange this eve. the cleaning out of the desk, the collecting of my things for the nightly departure that i won't ever make again. just a whoa moment, a whoament. there is so much there, much memories and knowledge -- a part of myself, a great group of people i care about, a time that was. and there it was. and there it'll always be.
so i'm going to be setting up a travel blog (any site recommendiations, yo?) -- i'm looking for a place that'll be a little less bloggery than the function. i've heard of spotty blogspot issues abroad -- and i won't mention the random annoyances i've even found here on the homefront. so anyway, i'll set that up once i get around to it, and probably let the unguent simmer in its own salve-ation for a time.
so yeah. i haven't been on the internet a great deal recently -- i've actually been dorking out and trying to set up my iPod with the ideal music collection for my time away from my digitized musicalibrary (and oink). like, do I need more Van Morrison, or do I need less? I will wonder and ponder and picture. it is easy to get caught up, believe you me yes yes do. but that means no funny silly shit here. at this time. at this juncture. or much more many junctures mostly. mostly making a move away from it. for a bit. believe it.
can't say how it will be, but all i know is this next thing -- this trek off over to the southeast of the Asian landmass -- will be different. who can say how it'll all tie itself together -- is thissahere blog just a part of this one life chapter that is now coming to a close? or does it lead on into the next chapter, and will it re-emerge as a central clue to the riddle contained therein? is it a part of an entire sub-section? is it a part of the whole, a narrative necessity?
who can say? who cares? let's get naked! wootie woo!
but hey! hey, you! yeah, hey, first i did quickly want to mention that the bellacious Bella over at Bella Rossa dropped some virtual interviewation in my inbox, and i surely surely responded in kind. it was good fun, and i only half-regret half of my half-ass answers. but it was a very nice exchange, so mad props and many thanks to her.
and thanks and hi for stopping by. hope you're drunker than i am when you read this.
i've posted this quote before, but i like it:
And this? This is like my little window to the world, and every minute, it's a different show. Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I'll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I'm saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and good-byes. The ride does not require an explanation. Just occupants.
- Waking Life
ah, here's another one:
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
- Robert Louis Stevenson
and then there's the master:
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
listening to others, considering well what they say,
pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will
divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
- Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road"
Whitman is the badass-estiest! i'd actually like to scrounge around and find some more quotes, but my books are all packed up in storage and these are just the ones i really super remember liking and wanted to put up here in some way to express the thought i'm feeling here somehow, as said by them folks who knew how to say some shit.
seriously, I need to bring Leaves of Grass and read it. don't let me forget.
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
no duh Germany's going to win this group. no duh Poland will finish second. of course, this won't happen.
i think literally everyone on planet Earth is picking England to win this group, and maybe they'll all be right. in fact, i guarantee it! ... that maybe they'll all be right. mahahaha! Zlatan Ibrahimovic (what kind of Swedish name is that?) is sick -- when he wants to be. if he brings his A game, he's a difference maker. wait, what am i, a sportswriter? no, i'm not.
winner: Cote D'Ivoire
yeah, a mini-upset in this, the Tango De La Muerte (which translates as the Group of Death, doy.) i think the Africans pull an upset in their first match with Argentina, and then the Argentines have to scramble back to secure 2nd. every Cup there's a team from Africa that comes out of "nowhere" to kick ass. remember Senegal? plus, any country that puts their civil war that has been raging for four years on hold for the World Cup, well, they're alright with me.
ahh, the old Simpsons joke about international soccer... "this match will determine which country is the greatest country on Earth... Mexico! or Portugal!" hahahahhhehhahahahahahahhehahhahhaaa! yes, we all know they are NOT the greatest countries on Earth, so it's funny. oh yeah, good times. seriously though, Portugal is good. and Scolari, who coached Brazil to the title in the last World Cup, is their coach. I know, Portugal? seriously? on a side note, Luis Figo is a monkeyhumper. okay, not really. this is what he really humps. but he's still a bitchface.
runner-up: Czech Republic
hello, world? hi, it's us, the U.S. soccer team. hi. yeah, we're playing some great soccer, the best in our history. we have some good experience, play with a lot of energy, and we're planning on sticking around this Cup for awhile this ti - oh. damn! damn damn damn! well, it's been real. see ya in South Africa.
if Brazil doesn't win this group, street crime will become an ugly reality in the streets of Sao Paolo. oh, what? okay, let's try this one: if Brazil doesn't win this group, some referees are going to die. murdered. possibly cruelly and heinously. specifically those referees that were bribed and prevented Brazil from winning their matches. hey, also, it's funny that the Aussies are known as the Socceroos. how retarded is that? very. which means they'll move on.
i really want to pick South Korea here. so why don't i? i don't know. shut up and stop asking so many questions. in that order.
Spain sucks balls, but they're better than the rest of the suckballs in this group. i don't know much about Tunisia, except that it looks a lot like Tatooine and Judea, ca. 30 A.D., and that i used to be friends with a couple Tunisians named Nabil and Wassim who were two of the nicest people I've ever met. so, i guess i'm hoping Tunisia does well so those guys will be happy.
Round of 16
England (over Germany)
Sweden (over Poland)
Cote D'Ivoire (over Mexico)
Argentina (over Portugal)
Italy (over Australia)
Brazil (over Czech Republic)
Switzerland (over Tunisia)
France (over Spain)
Round of 8
Argentina (over Sweden)
England (over Cote D'Ivoire)
Italy (over Switzerland)
Brazil (over France)
Argentina defeats Brazil
England defeats Italy
Argentina wins the World Cup
(and Brazil comes in third)
hey, it could happen.
Friday, June 2, 2006
two people cannot be said
to carry more meaning than
the ineffable sound of
a heart breaking.
a heart breaking
is the only thing to believe in
the only thing to believe in
besides the sunrise.
and the days run away like dreams,
fading streams of memory that seem like
they never were.
as if they never were
what we dreamed they would be.
and i thought the thought i had
about this dream i dreamed
was the same as
it ever was
but it wasn't.
the world may be a dream
today, i thought -
a dream unremembered,
a sensation or sight that cannot
be described, a delirium
that is infinite -
but the thought i thought
that has changed today
the world has no function
and there can be no end
to it ever.
i, after all, will never
when it comes.
but when my end comes,
what will i believe
by then -
what will i believe
when all i know
is that today is another day
and tonight another night
filled with dreams?
Monday, May 8, 2006
Lisa: Ralph thinks I like him. But I only gave him a Valentine 'cause I felt sorry for him.
Homer: Ah, sweet pity: where would my love life have been without it?
Lisa: What do you say to a boy to let him know you're not interested?
Marge: Well, honey-
Homer: Let me handle this, Marge. I've heard 'em all. (counting them off): "I like you as a friend," "I think we should see other people," "I no speak English," "I'm married to the sea," "I don't want to kill you, but I will..."
this Village Voice review of Ghostface's new album aggravated me for some reason. aggro-vated! just the way it's written. it bugs! check out the lead graph:
Five years ago it was clear that Ghostface Killah was going to be the last Wu-Tang Clansman standing. Career-wise, not literally, Russell Jones Dirt McGirt R.I.P. Chalk it up to Big Ghost's Everyman appeal—to the fact that he's now made five solo albums that the people enjoy and not one movie directed by Jim Jarmusch or about getting high at Harvard. I love Jarmusch, RZA, and GZA and think Meth is the tightest cameo artist in hiphop history—just don't try and sell me one of his own albums. And somehow we just know there are no Lee Iacocca or Charlie Rose appearances in Ghost's future, no Beyoncés either, and that's all fine by us. Us being the ones who actually listen to hiphop to satisfy the basest of urges, the artform's smooth and savage concoction of stupid beats, surreal rhymes, and that je ne sais quoi we know as unrepentant, unreconstructed, around-the-way negritude.that's right. "that je ne sais quoi we know as unrepentant, unreconstructed, around-the-way negritude." uhhh, what? from the first sentence -- was it really clear? is it even true? -- from the R.I.P to O.D.B. to all the strange references to Wu-Tang's other cultural endeavors to that turn of phrase at the end, it just seemed that the guy, Greg Tate, knows what he's talking about but was really trying to sound deep and cool at the same time. and not.
Lookahere brothermansisterlady, I don't know how it is between you and Ghost but I'm enough of a closet Marxist to get turned on by the idea of a blood who in another era would be carting a lunchpail to the plant being a monster poet up in this suddenly glitzaramic hiphop sheet.
Tate carries on, talking about all sorts of things, none of which really have any relationship whatsoever to the album being reviewed, which is great, by the way -- how you would know from reading this review, though, I have no idea. the funny thing about the article is that I do agree with his take -- that Ghostface is "Burroughs, Ellroy, and Bukowski rolled into one garrulous gregarious grungy gruesome ghettofied writer." that he's "a one-man Wu reunion out his own mouth." ohh, word? word.
this exquisite dead guy has noticed something awesome going on at the Amazon page for that Harvard novelist/plagiarist girl. Amazon customers have been tagging the book with all sorts of great and crazy tags, like:
liarand, the awesomest:
should be kicked out of harvard
lil miss plagiarist
slap in the face to legitimate authors
could this be the moment at last when publishers stop buying books from boring Harvard prodigies and start buying zombie booksrad. just rad. when will the zombie books start showing up on Oprah, I think, is the real question here.
now if someone could just explain what tags are to me, that'd be great thanks.
send more paramedics is a funn blogg, anyhoo, too.
these re-enactments of famous movie scenes by Brandon Hardesty are fricking dynamite. my favorite is probably the Princess Bride one -- his Vizzini is spot-on -- but his Candy/Martin from Planes, Trains, Automobiles is pretty great, as well. shit, they're all great. more great shit from the land of the internet.
a couple days afterwards, Matt Gonzalez taught me what the deal is with Cinco de Mayo.
both these next are via the nonist, who has a smart new design and always keeps my head smart.
only 21 finalists remain in the final stretch of the public's selection of the new seven wonders of the world. you know, because the seven ancient wonders of the world aren't around anymore, except for the Pyramids. so it's time for some new wonders, dammit! hells yeah!!!! so here's where my seven votes'd go:
- Taj Mahal
- Aya Sofia
- Angkor Wat
- Machu Picchu
- Great Wall of China
and this is the most interesting news story i've read in a long while: an alert unlike any other. a group of linguists, anthropologists and scientists are all working on this project to determine some way to communicate with people in the far distant future, to try to warn them about the deadly radioactive sludge we're burying deep underground in New Mexico. what a really extraordinarily great job.
i'm not even being facetious when i say i'm glad that our American tax dollars are going toward something like this. this seems rather noble and intelligent for us, for a change.
good music I've been listening to the past couple days: Friends of Dean Martinez, Pavement, '98 Phish, Beethoven and this song by Rilo Kiley.
good blogs I've found the past couple days: laura the tooth, basketbawful, sophisto, gentrified rice, and you can't get arrested for being awesome.
good ideas I've had the past couple days: to eat more cucumber in salads, do more push-ups, carry a pen, check email less often.
mirrors are people aquariums,
the sofa lies.
today is tomorrow
Saturday, May 6, 2006
the bummer at this point is that having pursued one course of treatment -- oscillococcinum (which I just found out has been shown to kinda, maybe reduce the flu by six whole hours) and cough drops and soup and advils and lots of vitamin c and zinc and wellness tea with honey -- it's too late to switch over to another way. like, jump over and take a bunch of the sudafeddy stuff. i did actually take a couple nighttime sudafeds a couple days back -- the night i was up coughing all night. you'd think the sleep-aid in there would have knocked me out through all that hacking, but nope. instead, it just made me superfuckingtiredanddelirious while i was up all night. at one point, i was standing in my bedroom, with my hands and knees, out of fucking breath from coughing so much. at 4:00 a.m., on sedatives. good times.
i guess it's all about finding the cure that works for you -- next time, maybe not oscillococcinum so much. but really, most times the body is pretty badass at taking care of itself. if something is going to fuck you up for a few days, it's going to fuck you up for a few days. you can bombard yourself with all sorts of drugs and herbs and teas and everything, and you're still going to go down for a few. you might feel better, like, six hours sooner than you would have anyway. but the only real cure is that age-old and annoying one: sleep and time.
and, uh, video games and web-browsing? yeah, the boredom is pretty brutal, as well.
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
but that's not what I want to talk about. what I want to talk about is: did you see this poster?
i find this highly engaging and amusing and bemusing and interesting. first: what, you have to co-opt the famed Apple ad style in order to resonate these days? if you're indymedia, I thought you're supposed to be all No Logo on that tip, ain'tcha? guess it's not okay to just have a message and a groundswell of mass action. but then the usage is pretty, y'know, heh heh, clever: "iMigrate". immigrate/I migrate. but with the capitalization funny. haha! that's great. immi-great. yeah.
and then: what the heck is going on in that picture? looks like someone jumping over a barbed wire fence with wire cutters slung through their beltloop. right? so why the hell aren't they using the wire cutters to cut through the fence?!?!?!!??!?! I mean, on top of that, they're not actually jumping over the fence -- they're failing miserably. they're giving a miserable effort -- I mean, look, it's not even close.
now, don't get me wrong. one could read into the metaphorical imagery here. there are wire cutters available to a possible migrant ("a green card"), but who wants to deal with the hassle of trying to cut through fence after fence after fence ("the citizenship process"). so, the fence is there, and they are caught in the barbed wire, symbolically looking back with an expression of being trapped. or stuck, in-between their homeland and here.
okay, one could read into it in this way -- but why go to such symbolic depths for a poster that is just really meant to rally support to the streets? won't people look at it and wonder where they can get their very own iWireCutters? or just want to know what the deal is and why they should care? which, I think, most middle class (white) Americans are kind of doing right now. they just don't know the proper, judicious attitude about this inflammatory subject. they want to do what's right, but they like getting their house cleaned. and barbed wire scares them.
so I think it's great that this is becoming a national issue, even if it is dicey and complex. dicey and complicated things should be made into a national issue more often -- everything isn't cut and dry and five minutes later okay to move on from. so it's great that people are having to look at it and discuss it. because it's been the shadow fact of life for so long that now people are having to address this societal structure, and are being confronted with real questions about goodness and humanity and equality. not that I really believe this idiotic legislation will be enacted, or if it somehow is, that it will be obeyed or even remotely possible to enforce. not that real change will come, not with the way the American -- and world -- economy works right now.
but hey, at least there is some acknowledgement. at least voices are being heard. I don't know if this is a civil rights issue -- I don't know if anyone knows if it is. but it could be. and anyway, I'm thinking that there are just a whole lot of people in this country, all different types, and we're all tied together in this enormous kettle -- or pot, if you will. it's as if everyone has all melted together, and here we are. I know it sounds strange, but stick with me. yeah, it's as if we all live together in this giant melting pot -- every ethnicity and class -- and we all struggle to get by, some struggling more than others, others still finding their place in the recipe. but the giant stew is constantly brewing, with sometimes some sweet flavors and sometimes some foul stench. but I guess the real question is: what do we have to do to make the stew most tasty? and: will the pot boil over before we get there?
Friday, April 28, 2006
this just might be the best search referral I've ever seen 'round here: hurting whilst pooping. so terrific, and apropoop.
I've just listened to the new Flaming Lips and Pearl Jam albums. the Lips definitely do come through with a couple songs -- "The Wizard Turns On..." is "Breathe" as rewritten by the Flaming Lips -- but overall the album seems like they're either not quite there yet, or over it already. but good. Pearl Jam sounds a whole lot like they did on Yield, which is to say good but uninteresting. there ain't no "Betterman" here, no "Evenflow", even. a couple times they sound almost like My Morning Jacket, but not as mellow, or not as something. I do like the last song "Inside Job" though.
and I'm struck with the thought that it seems as if the great artists of my generation are struggling to make a huge artistic statement. I don't know what sort of statement there is to make, of course. or even if there is one. but it sure seems like something better needs to come out of this difficult and upsetting decade than all the retro craprock coming out, stuff that serves as posture more than power.
I know it's hard to compare, but when was the last time there was an artistic achievement that galvanized the audience, impressed critics and made people feel the appreciative awe of a soul who's made better by hearing this new musical moment? I understand such a feeling is entirely subjective, but it's amazing to me that there hasn't been more of an artistic, cultural outcry in the same way there was with Woodstock and so many songs of protest. and I don't necessarily mean more protest songs should be out there -- I just mean that culturally, the things that aren't being talked about are becoming more noticeable, at an equal to or greater rate than the amount people ignore them. I mean the small problems people have with their government, the bills, the quiet desperation of a future in which individual contentment will be removed from a sense of belonging -- the plurality of peace and comfort that reigns over the leaking faucets and broken roads that are starting to spread -- the disconnected spirit of duty that the nature of living now makes all the more real. is each individual genre going to cannibalize itself, become more self-centered? or will music fans become more and more dilettantish and omnivorous, enjoying only the best artists in each field but always feeling slightly left out of the scene?
I also mean, why does the TV have to be there, as a member of the family -- do you think the couples who watch TV together, stay together? what does it mean when more and more people retire to their own room only to seek out other people, who are in their own rooms elsewhere? do the couples with an equal amount of MySpace friends, an equal amount of MySpace paraphernalia, make the best match? where is the real community, and how will this sense of self and togetherness shape our society? and not in the future. I mean, now, five years from now. what happens when the world becomes entirely virtual, entirely distant and nearby and interconnectable? will anyone leave home, will anyone be able to? will anyone want to?
I don't know if it's always been like this, or if I'm the only one who believe this is a great and growing shift in our society's behavior -- and if I'm the only one who views it all with a general pessimistic passivity -- but I suspect not. I suspect earlier people didn't have time to stop and regard their lives with wonder and awful lonely glee. but doesn't that seem interesting, then, too?
on that note, I like the lyrics to the new Lips song, "Goin' On":
We hold our breath 'till the morning comes
And at last the sun shines through
But the night's so hard and it seems impossible
But what else can we do?
Listen, you'll hear it
We're gettin' near it
It's gone and I can feel it
'Cause I know you are going away
Listen you'll hear it
We're gettin' near it
I know I really fear it
But we pretend it's just another day
We tell ourselves it's all just normal
The worst of it is gone
And you get up
And you get up
And you just can't take it
How we keep goin' on
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
i am tremendously uninspired yet i feel the need to post something in that i have a sinking sensation that lately i have spent too much time dawdling
'elsewhere' wouldn't fit in my blog post title there. i guess there's a limit. s'pose this was the first time i'd pushed the title length limit here. always pushing the limits. to the limit. to the maxxx. extreeeeeeeeeeeeme!
i took this random IQ test i found on someone's theirspace page and it turns out i have an IQ of 135. yay! i guess. so this means i'm smart, right? i am so smart, i am so smart! i mean, uhh, if the entirnit says so.... yea, it says my verbal, math and general intelligence are at genius level (what what!), and that my logical intelligence is below average. below average?!?!? what the fuck? that doesn't seem logical to me. ah, but there you are. there. that's where you are: there. makes sense. or don't it? shit. i guess i do struggle with logic.
i'm just pissed because they don't give you the answers. which motherfucking other statement must be true dammit?!?!?!?!??!
and yet the picture there with the results is quite soothing. it gives me a peaceful sensation, as if a cloud really were floating in my head. i enjoy revelling in this mindset. a smile of most extreme contentment, eyes placidly amused.
so you know what's pretty funny sometimes is craigslist rants & raves. i mean, sometimes. i mean, only those times when i'm really brutally bored and feel the need to look at obtuse and pointless observations that are neither rants nor raves, really, just sort of strange statements of displeasure or silliness or horniness or racism or stupidity. and the other day i was really fucking bored. i totally was. and i said so. i ranted about it. i said, "i'm fucking bored." because i totally was.
so i post this and a few minutes later i get an email from someone, a girl named Eva, and she's all, "ha ha, that kills me. boredom sucks, eh?" and so i reply back, "yeah, it certainly does suck. what also sucks is that i can't leave the office and i can't drink beer. yet." she replies back about, "well, as Scarlet said, tomorrow is another (fucking) day." (Scarlet? like, Scarlett O'hara? oh, right. anyway...) and so i go, "it certainly (fucking) is." these short statements, just bored emailing to some stranger about nothing. she replies, "yeap." back and forth, just like that over, like, twenty minutes.
so, needlessly yet boredfully wanting to carry this on, i'm like, "hey, let's keep replying back and forth like this for no reason because hey, why not?" silly, smarmy provocation, but fun. and she goes, "well, i'm with someone, so it may not be a good idea." like that. and i'm all, uhhhhh, huh? like, uhhhhh, like my whole ploy here was to try to get a date with her, that posting to rants & raves was a circuitous effort to meet chicks. that our connection in our email replies was so immediate and intense that it was pretty clear that i was bound to want to go out with this girl. which, hey, maybe i did want to go out with this girl. but that's not the point!
so anyway, i replied, "ah yes. it may not be a good idea indeed." actually with the italics, and now actively trying to get a date with her at this point. okay, not really. really just being brattish. brutish? bratty? yeah, that. well, she didn't reply, shockingly. and dismay filled my heart and ran through all my emotional centers.
shit, maybe i should put this rant up on rants and raves. sheeeeeeeeiiiiittttttttt. but that's my point here, i think. it's that there's this place for all the misplaced anger and boredom and weirdnesses that people keep bottled up but need to express somehow -- even if it's a kinda half-assy way of saying something but it's something anyway -- and so they go to this forum where all they are really trying to do is provoke a response. shit, all i was trying to do was provoke a response. and while the response i got was mildly entertaining -- enough to break my boredom, at leastly -- it wasn't anything like a satisfying personal interaction. or was it? i guess it was. i'm sure she's a person, just living however she is. and yet i have no idea who she is.
i guess reaching out to some strange person who posted on rants & raves isn't something someone does every day or anything, so that's nice that she at least gave props to me for that. and maybe because i don't post shit there that often, i'm unable to gauge the seriousness or non-seriousness of one of these random email encounters. or whatevers.
but my question to you is, does a completely random email exchange automatically count as a come-on? a flirtation? i mean, sure, it can. but this is the first time where something so distant and -- to me -- frivolous, all of a sudden was like, whoa. how did we get here? and so soon. then again, if a guy had replied, would i have carried it onward in the same way? perhaps not uncertainly no. geez, maybe it did affect my emotional centers after all.
and anyway, what the hell is the deal with that place?
the only other time i've posted there, awhile ago i posted a rave about girls who wear boots with dresses. that i really dig that look. but not with ugg boots, nope. should be cowboy boots or boots like that, and those swishy summer skirts. rave! but no email interactions came out of that one. alas.
also been ravin' 'bout Tom Waits' Bone Machine. how come nobody told me this album is some badical-ass songsmanshit? thanks, nobody. but seriousness, seriousness:
There was thunder
There was lightning
Then the stars went out
And the moon fell from the sky
It rained mackerel
It rained trout
And the great day of wrath has come
And here's mud in your big red eye
The poker's in the fire
And the locusts take the sky
And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming ... of you
and that's song number one. there's much such chewy goodness in there throughout. endorsed heartily!
lastaciously, i'd like to mention how the other night some friends came up with and started throwing around this new phrase. i'm hopeful and fairly certain that we'll use this in continuance. we should anyway. it's certainly got a nice ring and an apt potency to it. here it is...
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
- because it's going to be great. that poster is pretty sweet, for starts. but Korean director Park Chan Wook really has to be the uniquest radicalest cinematical guy around since Tarantino and he's gotten nearly no run in the U.S. what gives?
seriously, you might want to get on the bus on this one early, or earlyish anyway, before Hollywood signs the guy up to make Snow Crash into a movie and everyone starts acting like they've heard of him all along.