On the end of the OUGHTS and Isaac Hayes' Walk on By

http://www.newstatesman.com/ideas/2009/12/past-decade-world-western
http://www.newstatesman.com/television/2009/12/business-culture-cultural
2 sides of the same coin. The vacuum pushed to its extreme, soon any movement will be radical.
Reminds me of the question that I asked of our renowned international relations theorist at OWU, Sean Kay, after reading that field's silly excuse for theory. I: "This seems to be saying the same one dimensional western ideas with huge arguments over slight variations/differences. Do the Chinese have their own theory? Because maybe we should read some of that.." and in reply I got a bemused expression- "Chinese international theory? I don't know, but I do know that Merscheimer's book is a bestseller in translated form." Haha the idea of Chinese international political theory built on a different set of assumptions had not even occurred to him, or even that they would have different assumptions. I mean why would they not build off the great literature our western university professors had written? They might have been taking us seriously before, but with the collapse of the "western consensus" they're gonna have to come to the conclusion that we in the west have no idea what we are talking about let alone what we are doing and what is happening in the world. Then maybe we might have a true global dialogue, not a one direction thing at the moment where we right fucking tons with minimal thought and the developing world either writes little, reads us, and goes hmmm interesting or writes variations on the text FUCK THEM THEY FUCKED US OVER. oh well...what is sure is the 00's will be symbolized by our fascination with staged reality (reality tv), melting-everything into formula blandness mainstream culture (Transformers 2, american idol, 2012 etc), socialpolitical problem denial (republicans, global warming deniers, bankers/business), the pseudo-social/the lowest common denominator (fav books on facebook-twilight, kanye west hating on taylor swift, etc) etetetetetec whatever.

Now for the good news. I have been listening to the Isaac Hayes song Walk on By off Hot buttered soul at work over and over again for the last week. Fucking incREDible. The sort of art that makes you reconsider the merits of Scientology because the artist is one (thought about it and no). It is genius of the sort that you just don't hear anymore...15 minutes long, orchestra sound, the everything thrown into one song- an ambition that no one has anymore....maybe a type of artistry beyond our ability even/or if we tried we would sound foolish (an idea for another day). And, in my recent memory, the horn section after the second verse is a musical moment without peer. Do yourself a favor and listen to this with surround sound and just lie there for a second and dont check your email, dont read the newspaper, dont do anything and just listen to it.
http://22tracks.nl/#/originals/2/

where to go on the web to listen to music at work

youtube is only good to an extent...you have to keep clicking on new songs. I guess they have playlists, but still, the videos tend to lag the computer and use valuable RAM. Plus there is the added distraction of being unable to help yourself sift through the comments section of ppl's crazy online speak.

Yo so check it I got this illsite I always count on it when doing my menial data entry work.
http://www.22tracks.nl/
Its called 22 tracks and its different djs and shit who put out a list of 22 tracks they really like for a certain style, of which there is like 10 or so including reggae disco, techno etc. Shit is hot and definetely tunes you will never have heard before, good place to find new artists etc.

Check out the Beats mix, Originals, Relax, and soul which are just fire

hyperdub the sickest

gotta get some good speakers

"...for it is the world, the globe itself, that resists globalization..."

Slow at work yo after a three day weekend
aint doing shit so on the computer just breathing

Classic essay by Phillip K. Dick here, read it if you got time like me-
http://deoxy.org/pkd_how2build.htm

"But another way to control the minds of people is to control their perceptions. If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception. How do you get them to see the reality you see? After all, it is only one reality out of many (reality differs by species, person to person/schizophrenic). Images are a basic constituent: pictures. This is why the power of TV to influence young minds is so staggeringly vast. Words and pictures are synchronized. The possibility of total control of the viewer exists, especially the young viewer. TV viewing is a kind of sleep-learning...Our memories are spurious...We have participated unknowingly in the creation of a spurious reality, and then we have obligingly fed it to ourselves."

Been trying to use the great box of wonder to help me learn Thai. Mostly I end up just watching images as the language fizzes by me.

Actually the rest of this essay takes this concept of reality to a more mystical extreme. What is this site anyways? Deoxy.org....definitely a zone of forced otherness. Phillip K. Dick talks about how the producers of these shows don't know "how much of their content is true". He then goes on to say the same thing about his writing, and leads into a long discussion on things that he'd written coming true, figuring out later that passages were exact replicas of scenes in Acts in the Bible etc. His own theory of reality...I think his attempts to understand reality help us in our own relationship to it, I remember Tom and I had a talk once on reality and I can't remember what we were arguing about exactly but I think Tom said reality is always the same, a view that seems opposed to Dick's to each his own reality- but is it? The dual are one, the yin and yang, the mind with nothing to think about without reality, thinker and thought, consciousness and world. Dick's idea that behind our world it is 50 AD right after Christ's death during the Book of Acts is somehow not so unbelievable.

Caught the beginning of food inc on youtube - just that much freaked me out. I thought I knew about the workings of the food industry but seeing it all and getting it all at once hits you hard- the power of the documentary. (saw one called Flow too on water very painful as well I'm sure its on youtube)The scale and tradition... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDQnDSSpcLo

Have not been listening to much new music. I just got the new lil wayne mixtape no ceilings, which more and more is driving me up the wall with how technically good he is and how clever he is at saying NOTHING.

This Real Estate cd is hot though, for some chill summer laid back nostalgia vibes

Oh and I was thinking further about my dissatisfaction/the perceieved insufficiency of the English language. It's hegemony is beyond overwhelming here in Thailand (you should see the drama at my pharmaceutical company, another day), and I assume it is the same everywhere else (actually developing countries have it worse, and Thailand more so b/c she is so reliant on tourism). English is a language losing its meaning for at least 50 years now-
Note this hippy text that recognizes the problem but halfasses the answer, an occurence that happens on the regular with the left when faced against such a great totality http://deoxy.org/fuckgod.htm
The important part is the beginning

"Language prevents communication.

CARS LOVE SHELL How can I say "I love you" after hearing: "CARS LOVE SHELL."

Does anyone understand what I mean?"

Thus English takes with it its systemic bias and when placed all over the globe this virus infiltrates all minds (I guess the logic of capital/information overload/ambiguity has entered other languages too, but surely not to the same uncompromising extent that it has in English). I'm not trying to be arrogant when I say english is becoming unfulfilling, it literally IS- the great urge to be fluent in thai comes from this. The last thing we want is for English to become the one global language. There is no true other for Americans any longer- everyone can speak a little English and has seen American television (or is the other the contorted reflection of ourselves; culture existent in relationship to globalization, who are we?). A Thai person and a Brazilian meet, there is a true give and take. Yet America is present, cnn, hollywood- they are speaking in English. An American meets a Brazilian-"I know you" the brazilian says. "Everybody knows me.." I reply.

Pixies in the Palm of Your Hand

Yeah it's poppy. Yeah I heard it on TV. So what?

a crazy idea of paradise

TV

I found this cool article in Z Magazine on Liberation Psychology and the chronic passivity of the American citizenry in response to authoritarian injustice. http://www.zmag.org/zmag/viewArticle/23030
In the article there is a short passage on television:

"Eight Ideal Conditions for the Flowering of Autocracy." Television, [Jerry]Mander claimed, helps create all eight conditions for breaking a population: (1) occupies people so that they don't know themselves—and what a human being is; (2) separates people from one another; (3) creates sensory deprivation; (4) occupies the mind and fills the brain with prearranged experience and thought; (5) encourages drug use to dampen dissatisfaction (while TV itself produces a drug-like effect, in 1997 the U.S. Food and Drug Administration compounded this by relaxing the rules of prescription-drug advertising); (6) centralizes knowledge and information; (7) eliminates or "museumizes" other cultures to eliminate comparisons; and (8) redefines happiness and the meaning of life.

Tell it to your kids when they 'demand' to watch television. Also notice the inherent power in the list form

The Aral Sea has dried up and taken all the life out with it.

http://rapidcow.com/disasters-of-the-aral-sea-part-1-shipwrecks-around-muynak/

On Love and Chimpanzees

The most irresponsible thing a man can do is give a chimpanzee crystal meth and a hand gun. The second most irresponsible thing a man can do is wield a philosophy he does not fully understand. I will be doing the latter, and maybe the former if I can get my hands on a chimp.

Fear not George, love is only as real as the word love, which is not very real at all. Considering it is nothing but a sign of sorts that can really only be defined by its foil...umm heartbreak, yeah we'll go with that. Not only that but these definitions are constantly changing. Unfortunately, you seem to be basing your definition on very romantic ideals brought about by the rise of the English novel. Possibly a tool to keep the masses down? I'll let you make your own decision on that. Lucky for you George, intrepid traveler of the human heart, the very definition of love could change depending on what summer blockbusters are popular, and who wins Rock of Love (I really hope it's the slutty one that stands next to the whorey one). The next rising of the sun could see love as nothing more than sex, which would be fortunate for your fuck love outlook.

Not only that, my Rachmaninoff loving friend, love can really be broken down into nothing more than a complex series of chemical reactions in the brain. Purely an evolutionary response that could indicate you've found a female that would be an adequate receptacle for your genetic seed. This, again, is good news for you as there are literally billions of women in the world. That makes it statically impossible for you not to find an appropriate mate to procreate with and spend you winter years with sipping iced tea on the veranda. Not to mention the fact that chemical reactions in the brain can easily be altered. I'll give you the name of my meth connection.

You see George love doesn't really exist. And for that matter neither does heartbreak. And for that matter there really is nothing but good news for you. All you need to do is change the word games you play. Now I'm going to give Bo-Bo a heaping pile of methamphetamines and grandpa's old .38. Then I'll sit with her on the veranda with a glass of whiskey.

nEW mUSIC

Slow on this front. Sorry I've been in annoyed recently in the wake of Arsenal's season's end. But I got some new illness!
First off, esp you Peter cuz you are a big fan, you gotta cop that new Grizzly Bear.
Download it here: http://www.mediafire.com/?qmkq1mzc1j4
or if that doesnt work just search for it on google grizzly bear-Veckatimest-bolg-download or some combination there of and you should find it. Should work..Come on we aren't amateurs around here.
How hot is this cd???/? Hotter than a cigarette in the eye!!!- Pushed in gently. Listen to that drum break that enters Southern Point, the first song on the album. How the fuck do you do that??!?!? And you wont find a better arranged pop song than the second song, Two Weeks. Frere-Jones at the New Yorker called it a huge ice cream cone of a song, and thats what it is, rich as shit. And the cd doesnt stop, 12 songs that all go out in different directions, ambitious like only a group with 4 all stars can be (the celtics?).
My new recent favorite is Cheerleader, but you know, its a deep and intricate album and ive listened to it non stop without picking it all up. So hot. Cop it

And then there is the Burial/Four Tet split. Read this cokemachineglow review http://www.cokemachineglow.com/record_review/4515/burialfourtet-mothwolfcub-2009
They need to relax. But they are passionate and I like that. Cop that shit too its ill just dig through the interspace

Pandemic Zen

From Zen master Pooh himself.





Hi!

Fuck love.

I'm ragged. I'm running on an hour of sleep, the only thing I've eaten all day is two bananas, and my emotions are shattered. I don't feel like doing anything. No, guys, it's not because of depression, elephantitis, drug withdrawal, or lack of getting laid. It's because of love.


Fuck this. Love. What the hell am I talking about, anyways? Fuck love. I don't need nobody, I'm perfectly fine by myself, I'm self-sufficient, I don't need anybody...

... but she's so pretty and nice and

SHUT THE FUCK UP GEORGE. Listen to yourself, for Christ's sake! Do you hear the garbage coming out of your mouth? Don't you feel your testicles retracting? Don't you think that this is a little too much, all for just a female member of the human species...

... but she's so smart and beautiful and I think she's perfect and

AWEFJOSJDFGJAEWF. Enough! What about her turns my mind to mush, sends shivers up my spine and tightens my skin and raises my hair, emasculates me, weakens me, strengthens me, brings me to my knees (that's what she said) and makes me so happy and sad at the same time? What do I want? Why do I feel this? Why her? Or, more importantly, why me?

Fuck love.





You know, no matter how many times I say "fuck love," I never really believe it. Perhaps I'm nothing more than just a sentimental pussy. Here's some Rachmaninoff.

It's a Revolution!

This video's got my patriotism glands all swollen up:




UPDATE:
They took the video down between midnight last night and 2pm today. It was a "Tea Party" montage from Murfreesboro, TN, that struck me as the most useless, unreflective, straight-up strange attempt to convert the viewer into a follower of "the movement".

Really, though, if you've been paying any attention to coverage of these protests, you'll have noticed the populism at work. At many times it's been directed in ugly ways, and at most times it's been either strongly supported or lambasted by media networks, depending on which one you watch. The fact that our media is skewed is no big news, but it's interesting to watch the feedback loop at work

Watch Glenn Beck and feel the fear:




Now, I agree that it's scary as hell the amount of power our government has been wielding during the past months, and perhaps they've been overstepped their bounds in some instances. But isn't that why we held an election in which we brought to power a man who pledged to use the awesome power of our government to try to combat the financial crisis. It seems rather selective to preach about the abuse of our liberties in a tax situation and not in the policy decisions made by Bush during his 8 years in power (Patriot Act, Guantanamo). So there's hypocrisy.

But if we look at this whole situation from a global perspective, not worrying about which side the protest comes from, left or right, there is the troubling idea of liberty lost. It's that we've ceded a vast amount of power to a national government that we are only in control of come election time. Between elections, the president has the power to make his actions secret, as we saw during the Bush administration. Good that we trust Obama to be transparent, but still we don't have mush control over his actions now, only the threat of voting him out in 4 years.

This is concern was debated at length in the Federalist Papers. Many argued that a strong central government would alienate the population. A couple centuries later, our national government is much more powerful, much more distant from Mr. Everyman, and this is scary. We need to seriously rethink how our government is organized. Remember, guys, it's for the people and by the people, which we forget, like, all the time.

So in that vein, here are some suggestions to bring our government more in line with "The People" and thus to reduce anxiety (and, hopefully, policy that endangers our rights):

http://amoreperfectconstitution.com/23_proposals.htm

Check it out, bro.

WHAT. UP.

Feeling virtual overexposure! Twitter/Facebook got my skin sunburnedddd careful gotta dodge cancer.
Bruce Sterling and Connectivity as Poverty: (blogger reflecting on it below)
"Well, as he pointed out, it didn’t quite work out that way, connectivity became cheap with cellphones, and he comically noted that “poor folk love their cellphones!” What’s happening is that this increased dependence upon connectivity, rather than being some kind of indicator of privilege, is actually a sign of our increased impoverishment. The fact is that the wealthy are those who can afford not to be connected, not to be pimping their “online brand” so shamelessly, not twittering their asses off at all hours of the day for a quick networking fix. The impoverishment of networks through connectivity!"
Not exactly sure I agree, seems a very American statement to me (poor folk in Thailand with cell phones arent even in a position to network and form a "brand", the cellphone gives them the illusion of modernity) but it is self-evident that those who try the hardest on facebook and twitter updating and what not are (usually) the most sad and desperate of people. We can all feel it, when we go on facebook and see all the status updates of people on our wall in the last 2 hours, mostly from people we dont know or dont like (which I only just realized I can hide, thats nice, I'm limiting access, I'm higher on the connectivity hierarchy!) and you can just see behind the facade of those few words either an incoherent idea expressed to no one at all (ie the person has no real friends) or the cool self obsessed girl (usually) who just really "gets" facebook and has adjusted her life to just update things all the time ie "time passes so fast ahh" or "im sick of rain i want SUN" - twitter version, confident in her "Brand" that ppl care.

Or not who cares. I only know that in my gut i feel awkward doing too much on these sites, I have too much respect for my friends to share such idiocies. so i needed a step back and now im back here. so wats new

IMF PROJECTS 4.1 trillion in losses ie 4,100,000,000,000. THat doesnt look like much?! come on where my zeros at??????????

• There are approximately 1 trillion bacteria living on the surface of our bodies.
• 3,500,000,000,000 - estimated population of fish in the ocean.
• Known digits of pi: As of 2002, the number of known digits of pi was 1 241 100 000 000.
• 200,000,000,000,000- The estimated number of ants on Earth
• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orders_of_magnitude_(numbers)#1018

and latest hot track:

you only think you don't like classical music.

Some Shit/Hipster Hop

I think NYC is starting to reawaken my love for hip-hop, the passion that I once had for it back in the day that has been gone for so long. As I left hip-hop to go other directions it seems its time in the wilderness is coming around- people are starting to push out, and wierd has become (in a macho homophobic way) strangely acceptable. Lil Wayne is a huge part of this, but so is Kanye, T.I, the autotuner, M.I.A., and the giant orchestral beat. But I think that it is the fanboy/sceintist approach to the music by hipsters, the indie press, and blogs that has caused some of this too. Some of these people, like at cokemachineglow, dig into the lyrics in the nature of their lit theory-music criticism that in some sort of reverse way it makes hip-hop musicians take themselves more seriosly, a good thing as the lack of analysis by the gernal fanbase had led to the complacency and a broad saying of nothing (It was sites like pitchfork that embraced Kanye West long b. It has brought out more in artists like Young Jeezy (maybe), and has caused haughty elitists like me to take him more seriously (truth).

I've been listening to The Recession (released early september! he was on top of his shit) recently, and while it is a flawed album, its highlights are complete showstoppers. He pushes his weak lyrical prowess as far as he can, snarling and playing with his graaaaavelly voice and picking the biggest beats he possibly can. It is on the tracks that are the best written songs that he succeeds the best. Listen to this (bump it LOUD):

"The ask me what I do, I say teaching for a living"

Now there is a new genre called Hipster-Hop or alternative hip-hop or whatever. The word "hipster" has developed terrible connotations, and being dubbed hipster-hop is a sort of slapdash insult/shove to the side. 2 at the forefront of this movement are Wale (who is called Wah-Lay, a little to close to Kan-Yay but ohwell), whom I've yet to really listen to but hes from DC so I should check him out, and Kid CuDi who first showed up on my radar on that Kanye I posted about before (Welcome to Heartbreak). So I got the A Kid Named Cudi mixtape, and this shit is ILL. Its boundless energy, diversity of beats, and creativity (the singsong rapping is exactly what im about too) has once again made me feel hopeful for rap. I put up 2 tracks: First single Day N Night is just one of the coolest raps ive heard in a while, with a subject mater more immediately relateable to me than anything in hip hop for years. And the vibe on the Maui Wowie is just chilll as shit. Great production too, it makes me wonder about all the other mixtapes I've missed, it plays like a class album.



Download it now:
http://crowndozen.com/main/archives/001810.shtml
Oh, and maybe because he knows hes so good, Cudi's not scared of the hipster hop moniker. He samples Band of Horses song The Funeral (!!) and the last song samples ratatat. This is my boy. One to watch

Anyways I hope these tracks work its such a fucking pain in the ass to get these up.

Watching the USA from Outer Space

What is wrong with this picture?

This is now a few days old, but I wanted to rant for a second. Just to take the title - "Presidential Bracket" - there seems to be an obvious incongruence between the noun and descriptive. Can a March Madness 2009 bracket really be presidential? I suppose it is if the president is the one filling it out, but what I find off is the fact that the enterprise in itself isn't presidential at all.

Filling out brackets is now part of the President's business. Wow. Whichever public relations guru came up with this move ("Hey, I know a great way to connect with what blue-blooded Americans all over the country in way that's both relevant and fun!") needs to be shot. Hey there Barack, if you really want to make a deeper connection with your flock, how about some photo-ops of you talking with a family freshly booted from their homes? How about being responsible.

Had to throw that out there. It's been bothering the shit out of me.

//// a few days later...

Danny, you've been killin' it on the posts. Well done, sir. And Ricecoldkillah (lil miss danny?), I'm diggin' the poetry of Billy Collins... The First Dream on his album The Best Cigarette gives me shivers everytime I listen. George, as in G-Dollar Bill Sign from OWU? Get K back here now. If you've been following his photos on THE BOOK, you will know he's been laying on the self-tanner and drinking goose with fake-looking bitches all over Italia. His dream, perhaps, but we know better - get him to NYC.

Shout outs, complete.

Final note.

In the continued quest to acculturate myself and those around me, despite the obstacles of the day-t0-day life of an undergraduate ("Four more years!"), here's some knowledge:



Also, on the cinematic tip...
Watch the Watchmen, of course, but READ THAT SHIT. So worth the while.
See Chinatown for 1930s dusty LA gangsters and shananegins (sp?).
For a stretch, see Band of Outsiders for post-WWII Nouvelle Vague existential frenchitude.

Your mother.

Get it!

Aw Sht

We chiiillin now. Is this quick hands george on the piano who's on now? You got more than just the writing man put up some of those piano compositions on here! You hear my song? Go back to the resonator's set to brooklyn- damn, so good. But the emphasis back on text is good, this blog was not meant to be videos and what not its just an easy way of getting ideas out there quick. This shit started out all wandering stream of consciousness (look at the first few) so don't worry. And intuitional-otherspace? Ok thats sort of a joke I meant it to sound fancy (better to articulate an abstrect sense of a goal for effect than nothing at all..right?). But beware I'm gonna be dropping made up concepts all the time, like online time tavel, cinematic vision aspect, petro-hooliganism, derelict marketing, and sloppy copy demarchy. It's all winks and chuckles. BALLIN! I wish my friends George or K were in the city to see Jim Jones' play he's putting on as part of his new album release strategy. Jim Jones + musical (actors and dancing) = What the fuck really? I also really wanted to catch that movie Knowing with Ncage but I can't risk the disaster it might be on my friends, they may never forgive me. So the watchmen it is....I think I saw that you liked it right lynny (facebook) so another superhero movie watevs. This leads nowhere! Here's a poem/quote/song to end on, the State of the Union according to Destroyer:

Once again,
a wreck
on the observation deck.
Watching the news come in,
watching the books burn,
what did you learn?
I learned girls are great
Grated on my plate.
And boys are best
Served with a stake through the chest.
An overwhelming yes for
State of the Union from an unlisted address.

Your pissed-up Yes Man
Belted the bride today
He voted 'No', now there's nowhere to hide.

Maybe I know where to run.
Brother, I know where to hide, maybe.
I know where to run, Brother.
I know where to hide

(Its all about the delivery though)

Oh btw I saw Be Kind Rewind last night, really fucking good and hilarious. Gondry is a g-enius. Highly recommended.

Welcome George, there are no rules except vision, creation, new sun!
This is for you:

Taking of Emily Dickinson's Clothes

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.

And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light forward pull.

Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that it takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer's dividing water,
and slip inside.

You will want to know
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed,
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor.

The complexity of women's undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and moorings,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.

Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything-
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how her hair tumbled free of its pins,
how there was sudden dashes
whenever we spoke.

What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzing in a windowpane.

So i could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset,

and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed
the way some readers sigh when they realize
that Hope has feathers,
that Reason is a plank,
that Life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

-Billy Collins

i guess

"Intuitional other-space?" What the hell is that?

No matter. I have no purpose here, no histrionics, no fireworks, only words. It's funny, because I'm reading this blog - eclectic and a bit off the beaten path, but interesting nonetheless - but soon I realize that there's not really a space for a contributor like me, I guess, because all I do is write. That's it. I don't have YouTube videos of liquefied men or Communist children singing praises of Mister Chairman Mao. I don't have crazy cool current events or music culture. I don't have mind-expanding, cathartic experiences to pass on to you. I'm not all that interesting. All I do is write, I guess.


I guess.


I guess I'll make for a bad contributor. People don't like to entertain themselves by reading; instead, they like to be entertained by their reading material. I guess you're going to have to put up with my strange, meandering thoughts and dreams that drift and whirl around in the air like crazen, drunken fireflies; that fly nowhere but still shine so brightly; that spin circles around your confused heads; and that - after days and weeks of joyful, carefree, albeit aimless flying - dart straight smack into the Mosquito Lamp of Reality. And anyone that's had dreams knows that 100 amps of Reality coursing into them can kill them pretty quickly. And anyone that's had dreams killed knows that it leaves you feeling as empty and impotent as a frustrated 80-year old man with ED. (I guess you all should also know that I suck at metaphors and similes).

But I digress. I don't mean to talk about dreams, nor fireflies, nor erectile dysfunction. I guess this is just a introduction - or a precaution, who knows. Disclaimer: I'm not liable for any brain damage done by anything I've written or will write.


I'm done now, I guess.

beautiful

Speed

Sorry Lynny for taking so long to get back to this. It seems times have gotten busy here in New York, and there'll be moments like this where it will need to be you who keeps the blog alive. So invite your friends. Anybody invite anybody, just as long as you feel they will understand the original purpose of this blog (intuitional other-space). On your Dashboard go to settings and then go to permissions and invite people.
I have just started working, and so have all my friends so that is one reason we've slowed down. Also, at least for me, things have really started moving so fast. Tom reads novels, and I try, but I find I can't just because its hard even to keep up with goings on now. In this respect it will be you and your friends that will help us out. I can only try to help generate a framework. like Twitter....WTF? when the fuck did this shit sneak up and take over the world. On this point I give you a quote: (http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/foucaults-facebook/)
"We are expected to be, or become, “omnivorous consumers of momentary trivia.” Not only that, but we are expected to produce that trivia ceaselessly and eagerly. This calls to mind Foucault’s ideas about power exercising itself not as repression—that is, as forbidding us to speak or to act in certain ways—but as permission, as a kind of broad encouragement to speak (albeit through discourses that constitute our identities along certain prescribed lines). Our participation lets power work through us, which we can experience as being exciting—as being part of the action; we are all under surveillance, but we understand that emotionally as “Hey, we’re all celebrities!” Foucault calls it “control by stimulation.” This is why people seem to feel compelled to use Twitter. We want to participate, want to be counted, want to count."
That is the weirdthing about having a space to write that you are in a way promoting ourselves and giving ourselves voice, but not this jumbled cramped meaninglessness we see everywhere, and the boundary between the two is thin. I find it's these moments of otherness, when they are able to infiltrate our power structures and hit them with a blast of sense, that I find most fascinating, and this is when I find the daily show and the colbert report most powerful. Watch Colbert's destruction of Ayn Rand. And watching the BBC news the other day, them showing a clip of Colbert raising a pitchfork and saying "let's go get AIG" as some sort of evidence that populist rage is rising up (haha). I am just trying to keep up with things and I will be here when I can.

On another note I was listening to Prince's 1999 recently and realized it had serious apocalyptic lyrics.

1999 [Video] - Prince

I was dreamin' when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin'
Coulda sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple,
there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' to run from the destruction,
U know I didn't even care

john stewart undresses these flashy economists and calls them out for how it is. must see for anyone who hasnt

The Daily Show With Jon StewartM - Th 11p / 10c

Jim Cramer Unedited Interview Pt. 1

Daily Show Full Episodes
Important Things w/ Demetri Martin

Political Humor
Jim Cramer

The Daily Show With Jon StewartM - Th 11p / 10c

Jim Cramer Unedited Interview Pt. 2

Daily Show Full Episodes
Important Things w/ Demetri Martin

Political Humor
Jim Cramer

The Daily Show With Jon StewartM - Th 11p / 10c

Jim Cramer Unedited Interview Pt. 3

Daily Show Full Episodes
Important Things w/ Demetri Martin

Political Humor
Jim Cramer

below is the sermon given today by reverand jim wallis (who is working as obamas theologian/faith council i believe) at the national cathedral, referring to john as a "comedian prophet". religion is on the rise!



http://video1.cathedral.org/wmv/jw090315.wmv


on a different note, check out this sweet link.
http://thru-you.com but if you cant press the play button go straight ahead to
http://thru-you.com/#/videos/

its samples of youtube music and video and its SICK NASTAY

Besides every single genre of music, the grammy also awards:
Best Zydeco Or Cajun Music Album
Best Rap Solo Performance
Best Album Notes
Best Historical Album
Best Boxed Or Special Limited Edition Package

The list is actually very extensive and impressive... much more worldly than what they show tv. Anyway, guess what won best boxed or special limited edition package? In rainbows, of course!! haha. Thom Yorkes performance at the grammys looked strange to me... He got some jonas brother haircut and danced exceptionally enthusiastically. Is he always like that?

Davey Crockett!? C-League today yo BIG

Wow Davey Crockett day in the MD General Assembly? A hero that our generation doesn't give 2 shits about, the "Crockett Craze" of '54 had every kid in America wearing a Coonskin hat (and in England too where Disney tried to ship the craze). I guess that the the people on Maryland Capital Hill right now must have all been kids right at that time, fuckin crazies, they were probably the first generation of kids to be blasted with insanity by the Disney Corp. If it was cooler and more patriotic High School Musical might be playing on those speakers in 50 years. Sadly High School Musical (which I havent seen) has no redeeming value and at least Davey Crockett is based on a "real American hero" (As in great Indian "varmint" killer).

Here is the full 6 minute song itself. In its credit the song says Davy Crockett said the Injuns could keep their land and were due justice. The real Crockett hated being called Davy, he went by David, had a stint in the US House of representatives and then died at the Alamo. He was largely forgotten until Disney exhumed him, and I guess will fade away once again until another TV company takes a shot at him. For a while though kids in elementary schools across the country (i think up through the 70's), probably more so in midwest, had to learn the song and maybe do a one-act. Glad to see that the politicians are having fun...

On another note this is a Chinese rap video that is NASTY and has Mao leading an orchestra with his fast paced raps and woos from the kiddy choir.

Friday was Davy Crockett day in the house of delegates, MD general assembly. Nearly half of the delegation, 50+ people, were wearing those hats (what are they called) that are dead raccoons without face or legs. They bought one for Speaker Busch, who wore it throughout the entire session. And as they debated and passed bills (not really), the soundtrack "Daavveeee, Daaavvvvvyyy Crocket, king of the wild frontieerrr" played not so quietly in the background. Nothing got accomplished, but at least our democracy is fun! Is government like a sport? Where the fun of the game should, I think, outweigh the winning? Or like Marxism, where the end product isn't the concern but rather the humanity that is saved during the work process? Or going for hike, its about enjoying a walk, not running towards the towaring cathedral that marks the end destination youve been striving towards for weeks. Or the Buddhist proverb, wash the dishes for the simple pleasure of washing the dishes. It goes on and on. Where do we draw the line and why?

any unemployed/under employed people looking for something to do? i know the answer is yes because word has it the brooklyn hoodlums are just that... broke hoodlums.

while sitting in a cafe in annapolis, i started chatting with the guy next to me. he is about to launch a website, uncannily similar to this very blog, but instead of an unrestricted mush of bullshit, its focus is reusable energy. Itll be a collective of different local companies, activities, events, and general movements, what he described as a craigslist for green energy. Anyways, very much like our blog, he is looking for contributers and liasons from all parts of the country. They could help host events in the area, contact local businesses, etc. He said with each local business added on, the addee would recieve comission. Anyways its a really good cause in general, hes very excited, i saw the draft of the website which looks LEGIT, and it should be up and running within the next month. It could be some pay, and filler of free time. If anyone is interested, talk to danny who should call me anyway, I have his email and also the website to the underconstruction blog.

The Resonator's Set to Brooklyn

While I'm searching for a rap persona. Pappy hope you enjoy its similar to Terrestrial Tones

I Disagree

But before I respectfully disagree with Danny I'll agree with him. Kanye is a huge leap forward in the hip-hop/R&B world. His recent singles have the artistic vision and musicality that the genre has been begging for since the late 90's.

But it is not the leap that hip-hop/R&B needs, and it is not the blending of hip-hop/R&B and rap that will save both genres from being more than an interesting footnote in history. Kayne's artistic vision provides a nice candy shell around a hollow tasteless center that is his lyrics. When you cut through all the smoke and mirrors, you find Kayne is not doing anything different than anyone else in the hip-hop/R&B world. He's just doing it artistically. Don't be fooled by flashy music videos.

Kayne is also a horrible live performer who uses intricate stage set-ups and flamboyant effects to detract from his horribleness. I don't believe artists whose live performances fall so flat, will ever be able to significantly change a genre. How will listeners ever be able to trust the musician?

There is absolutely no need to sacrifice the complexities of rap lyrics so that they my be fit into a musically styled song, and there is no excuse for a musician to be so horrible live. To illustrate this I provide two examples.

The first Gnarls Barkley. Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo blend masterfully the musicality of Danger Mouse with the gritty rapping and gospel singing of Cee-lo. With this blending there is absolutely no sacrifice of lyrics, which remain complex, extremely dark, and not centered around the ego of the performers. The song "Crazy" was a huge leap forward which brought to the mainstream good rap, good beats, good singing, and generally good music. Not to mention a unified artistic vision that is astounding on the album, in the music video, and live. In the future Gnarls Barkley will continue to evolve and significantly contribute to not only rap and hip-hop/R&B but to evolution of music as a whole. Behold!



The second example is Lupe Fiasco. I'm not going to belabor the above mentioned points, so I'll be brief. Genius lyric, musicality, artistic vision, good live, and a mainstream recognition. He knows he can't sing so he doesn't try. Behold...again!



Kanye is not evolving anything but interesting videos and bad music. We are about as lucky to have Kayne as we are to have T-Pain. I am equality concerned about Kayne's lack of a fulfilling life as I am about T-Pain's love of a stripper. And now for something completly different.

Kanye West Welcome To Heartbreak Video

Alright, so we got some posting on this shit. To cap off video week on C-boys and U-os (in contrast to college basketball's "judgement week", every weeks a something week!) I post up the latest Kanye West video. Mind you I seem to be having some disagreements on the musical merits of 808's and Heartbreak, especially with my sister, but as usually happens as I am older and wiser, she is wrong haha. Now the new Kanye is not a masterpiece, but it is finally a step forward in a new direction for hip-hop/r&b, which, especially hip-hop, hasn't seen much progress since The Cold Vein (Cannibal OX. I would argue that Kanye's last album before this also was big, esp. with its samples of Can and Daft Punk, but Kanye's early stuff, while being excellently done, was still working well within the rap matrix) Hip Hop has the assorted verbal geniuses still going (Ghostface, MF Doom,Sage Francis), and the genius producers (Timbaland, uh..there's others) but no real unified artistic vision that requires a merging of the two to take it in the new directions it desperately needs to remain relevant. This is what Kanye has done, and why he has biggest musician on the planet even though he is not that great a rapper. The best stuff out there has this element of musicality, whether it be M.I.A. to The Bug to Lil Wayne (in his voice) blah blah watever. A smooth flow is not enough, you need to fit into the backdrop, even if the rapping loses some of its complexity.

Ok this extended theorizing may be flawed. But...808's and Heartbreak is good. And we are lucky as FUCK to have him and he can be cocky as fuck as long as he keeps producing illness. Exhibit A: The song Bad News. Exhibit B:


Now if you have a slow computer you may not be able to watch this. And if you can don't worry your computer is not broken. Watch it. Carefully. Your mind will be blown. Props to the director, who threw in the whole history of film into this music video. It is a true masterpiece, with one incredible moment after another: Kanye swirl green windows visualizer like, to him talking to himself, the freeze, and then then he pops in between hidden on the wall, to the right foot tapping and his body sliding across the tv test colors when the synth strings come in. Has there ever been a better music video in its 30 year history? Anything so ambitious so flawlessly executed? the effects and procedures of the past, the pixelated fragments, the internet, the future. And I kept but think it says something about the modern human condition. What that is I won't go so far as to speculate. I'm just going to watch it again.

i'll add a welcome!



dont let the blindness stop you from doing what you want to do!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cx_i2EmBP4&feature=related

I'm Here To Get You Wet

Holla holla holla holla holla.

Meditate on this:



!!!

"We will dominate this information revolution."

Listen. To. That. Bassline.

In honor of Peter Woods' imminent enjoining with the blog, I post this video. So fucking cool. Bootsy Collins kills it, the horn solo in the middle is nasty, and James Brown is soooooooo young. Before color tv???

Herro

hello cowboys! finally, one of our ideas have breathed life! Ill try my best to put in the little sister perspective. danny told me the first thing i should write should tread along funny/absurd/insightful. Well, i wrote this poem that isnt any of those things, but it was inspired by some blog below. seems appropriate since we're feasting off our collective ideas.. virtual collective, right? and robots are always pretty cool.

pick up phone
good morning machine,
you sound fresh!
have you taken a morning jog?
oh is that so?
but I must confess
I didnt call for Mrs. Mclousky.
no I must confess
I called for you

Something surely Tom will disagree with

As we have run out of steam and arefreaked out by our own words appearing outside of our bodies and becoming immortal ("Who wrote that? I remember it but it surely wasn't me..") I have taken to finding what others have said so it speaks for me, as I am them and they are me (if at the moment I feel that way).

HOW TO BUILD YOUR OWN HOMEMADE TEXTUAL WAR MACHINEWRITING IS AN ACT OF TERROR OR IT’S NOTHING AT ALL.
…for we are no longer interested in writing for the State-run institutions, for the supermarkets, academies, and bestseller racks. We’ve no desire to write for the commercial profit-run enterprises that feed an unending appetite for the humanist fairy-tale. We are striking against all notions of verbal communication as a medium of entertainment or enlightenment or education.

ok? It gets worse though:

It is not merely a matter of destroying all sympathy and empathy in the literary arts but of the concentration of a hatred for human communication that burns so intensely it streaks towards earth like a death-comet from the most alien section of space…it’s a matter of punishing, brutalizing, disgusting your readers, of keeping them out of the test-grounds where your apocalyptic war-machine is being assembled.

how scary to articulate this belief seriously. That is why quoting it is much easier, I distance myself from this crazy.

http://www.cold-me.net/parts/forum/messages/179.html

Check the link for the full characteristics of the "textual war-machine" in contrast to the characteristics of the "State-novel".

Key point being number 10:

10. An assemblage with absolutely no commercial value (aggressively non-commercial)—a text that can only be given away free if anyone is expected to read it: AND THEY ARE NOT EXPECTED TO READ IT.

YES THE BLOG LIVES AGAIN!

I got Money in the Bank, Shorty wat you drank

Straight ballin. I found this job to be an entry level trader on craigslist and for some reason it has the stink of destiny for me. I think I could sell myself in the cover letter.....

Cut Up in Betweens

Phone calls to make, all day again. So I will write this blog over the course of the day, one word to one sentence at a time in between picking up the telephone.

I don't know about a bill, I'm just a messenger.
Just let it ring out...Its 9:45 you really going to pick up a call from a random number?

The Cydonian face, merely pareidolia? Just let me leave a message please.

I get it! Apophenia! That still doesn't explain the convincing connections between Nostradamus and 2012. (Bleh->Skeptic's Dictionary) Answer me Answering Machine!.

New Age! I will be on the edge of paradigm shifts, sifting through the I Ching. Theosophy, your relevence is relevant and I guess you may be, blasphemous but now seems such old news to me.

Everybody already has a mobile, you sir on the street are preaching to the converted! The cellphone industry will be the first in a line of Malthusian-esque catastrophes.

God put his name on the no-solicitations list the day man discovered the telegram. (Who needs me when you have Magickz?)

http://www.myanimalhome.net/ (my animal home??) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. Tooooo Sick....thats reminiscent of To Sit. 2 Sick

http://www.ontological.com/ Got to go to this place. The ontological-hysteric theater?? Astronome with John Zorn? Yeah.

Cool message + singular name, and I'm going to google you.

Organic

I’m writing this offline, in Microsoft word, because my internet isn’t working, which seems sad (though I’m smiling) and remote (though I’m sitting next to Ryan) in a way that I’m sure is relevant to everything we’ve been writing about. Next I’ll be sitting on my bed, in my absurd (ryan?) green room (painted that color on a whim), writing blog entries in my journal with pencil and paper to be transcribed later and posted on the internet. I’m not connected to the world via the internet or any other means, and the space I’m building right now is being opened up in isolation. That’s fucked up, if you ask me.
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Am I being social in my antisocialism or antisocial in my aggressive socialism?

Note: I’m not a socialist, but based on what I know about their ideology, I doubt they’d mind sharing the label.

But to the point!

AN ODE TO DANNY BROWN!!!!

I’d rather…
Burrow into your brain bit by bit,
Than explode our blog with random shit,
My liver is failing,
My mind is flailing,
So pick your point and plunge your prick.

Haha – maybe I need to slow down with the William Gass. Nonetheless, I’m sure cyberspace will make your member tingle.

On another note, but one that is certainly in the same key - (Organic is old, or… ganic is old (I’m enjoying my word games)) - this was how someone once explained conservatism to me:

Imagine that the whole world is a boat (the evangelicals took this too literally and thought it was grounds to assume that Noah was a conservative, and hence, that god hates GAYS! Their logic is flawed, but so are their morals and their haircuts, so it’s a mystery where to start. Did their haircuts affect their logic or did (A implies B → not-B implies shit) manifest itself in the real world as a mullet?) and that it’s cruising peacefully across the Atlantic, occasionally getting shat on by an egret or a seagull (aka the Mohammedans). To try to rebuild the ship, from scratch, while at sea, would be complete lunacy. Instead, according to the conservatives, the ship needs to be constantly maintained and gradually improved, plank by plank, so that it doesn’t sink. The key here is the emphasis on maintenance and gradual reform. In other words, the radical-rebuild approach (aka revolution or progressive reform) is nothing short of madness.

My point: conservatives have a monopoly on the organic food market.

Alright, I’m going nowhere with this post. I have a lot to say, but I guess now is not the time to say it. More to come, eventually, on organic and authentic (I think they go hand in hand, but correct me if I’m wrong) and the lack of urban planning in Bangkok. I’ve even got a road map that I’m going to post, so get excited.

Continuity Continued

------Phew, I was wondering if you were going to respond to me in terms of "blog theory" or if a response meant trying to match my random machine gun fire of text. I'm kind of sad it wasn't the latter, but I think your pretty much mostly right. I would love for an organic growth of this blog where our minds work in sync toward something greater. But where is our goal, and what is our starting point? I thought that maybe if I used different text colors, italics, and laid out embryos of a hundred different ideas we could somehow use one of them, or merge a few of them (in actuality they were born to die on the spot, or maybe more like a clashing with everything else- mini explosion- and thats it). I don't want to butt heads (but I do think there is bound to be a little of it, cause I can sense a chasm in our ideas of philosophy, writing, and creativity, which I'm sure is true between all people but especially painful between you and I [Tom] because we both have thought about these things alot and want to share it with each other, a process still in its early phase yet we think we are old/smart enough that we don't take well to disagreement even though disagreement and difference is string-theory reality), personally I am interested in theory but I find it hard to discuss with you in a sort of analytical/logical framework my intuitions, in this sense I guess I am less articulate (I guess it might be more of a problem with me, as you may be more practiced in having serious conversation and dialogue through your lit. theory-where there is deeper thinking because of its accepted open subjectivity, in contrast to my experience in politics, where subjectivity is told to sit on the bench- thus my tyrannical form of argument), I want just to do. I don't want this to become some sort of contest about who can thread together the most well worded sentences together which are in actuality meaningless. But my doing, and I guess this is what I was trying to describe as I was doing it, had the feel of an inside joke, an introspective outerness, not a diarist but a columnist speaking to those crazy enough to try to understand him (which may be ok?).
------So a dialogue is better. And I guess in some ways this means it need be more personal, which I was trying to avoid but was failing at and only created a impenetrable personability. Still all this returns us to our original matter of discussion- continuity and direction. I have no clear ideas on this. Blogs in general that I've read have no real continuity besides a theme they focus on (which I never like), such as "continental philosophy" or "left-wing politics", or "new music releases". There are also the ones where we talk about what we are doing and how we are feeling and what we are thinking which I guess we are doing now but as a general trend I think is also weak. Creativity right???? Creativity flows in so many different directions, in so many different formats, even within this limiting format of the typed word. But I think there is nothing wrong with us getting into each others heads right? Anyways, we didn't really get that much figured out. But this is good. And its only 10am in the morning here at work. Shit I've even have a whole schedule of my day written out (cuz you said it'd be good for a story!!!) that I did last week which I've spared you guys because only so much should be done. Who said blog posts are supposed to be short?

Uh oh I need to go somewhere else now hope I dont have to make phone calls.

searching for continuity

(d)bro, let loose with the lasso and become what you need to become (what is the internet for if not for that?).

still... I think we need some continuity. It's like we've ripped a gaping hole in space with this blog, or rather, like we've inserted pockets of space into time (i might be wrong, but I think that's what you've been getting at with your posts about us hanging out and writing this blog at the same time and how the two - the hanging out and the writing - are impossibly linked), like some diver dude with the bends, or pepsi blood (something worked in that new add campaign). Anyway, the way I see it, all of a sudden there are pockets of space where there's only meant to be a single point (or where there used to only be a single point, because who am I to make value judgements on this shit) wrapped up neatly in the presence of the present, and I'm waiting for the redshift to kick in (because that's what that's from right? space expading simultaneously outwards from every point), and when it does this blog is going to explode, and it's going to be nothing more than an endurance game: who can wrap their mind around it longer? or it's going to turn into a battle royal: each of us competing to mold it into something manageable, which i actually think would be cool in a weird way, like a chess game, only the point would be to remake everyone else's ideas into something of your own, like that crazy african-american signifying monkey. Now that i think about it, isn't that what i'm doing right now? - taking your ideas and squeezing them in places and cutting them open in others until they bleed and choke and die and are reborn in the image of something new and of my own. Eventually, your voice and your ideas (or mine depending on who wins), will start to sound and look foreign to you (although this is not my intention), becuase there's no way I can read your posts and fully grasp what you're trying to say, and so, when i chew them up and spit them back out, they're bound to seem strang and oblong where they once looked round, like a chinese man in harlem, or a black man at the skiway for that matter. Eventually, you'll get into my head, and i'll get into yours and you'll start using my words to think your thoughts and vice versa, until one of us becomes schitzophrenic or goes completely mad. Instead, i think we should establish some sort of loose direction to this blog so that we're not forced to chose between exploding our blog and lobotomizing each other with words, video clips, colors, and music.

Brain Games

"Here's a pencil pad, I'm gonna spread some information." - This force released onto the internet, a glacial mass spreading down slowly taking over lands unreached and mapping them out with 0s and 1s, I thinks and what fucking idiots. Whats the inspiration? Shuggie Otis released his first album when he was 18, and then his classic when he was 21. And that was it.

"I slept on the Bridge." - People are now jealous of teachers because of their pensions, job security, and benefits?!? So children are the future? (I thought it was the legacies of institutions, conglomerations, and infrastructure) We can't even train them to catch up to the present. Movin' on, from Slum Village to Microcastle.

"Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessel are the written mythologies of memory and desire." - Eh, is that the same as writing as a "mythology of the future"? Blood and nerves constantly remade anew.

"Around 20 million migrant workers have returned to the Chinese countryside after failing to find work in the cities because of the economic downturn, a senior official said today....underestimate and say the real figure could ultimately reach 40 million." - Numbers. Too. Big. Something profound about US-China trade relationship, civil unrest, China owning American debt, etcetcetc.

"The aerolite, or whatever it is, seems to be about fifty or sixty feet long, cylindrical, and about ten or twelve feet in diameter. Great excitement exists in the vicinity and the round-up is suspended while the cowboys wait for the wonderful find to cool off so they can examine it." - The one clear mention (and first hit) when I googled cowboys and UFOs was this 1884 newspaper article where the two [might have] coincided in time. The third link I find is- our blog!! holla

"Channels transmit.
The problem of knowledge is: how do you construct a channel capable of expressing it? Ideas are ideal problems; the reality is complexity. The purity of ideas give way to the fissures and leaks of the real." - The blog (or whatever this is, as there is no one to read it except you) is an interesting medium. I catch all these thoughts that have only a vague relation to what I'm thinking or my relationships with you guys, and then you get to read them (or never do) at a time outside of any such context of our hanging out. We are straddling this nether area where we do not communicate on this blog thoroughly online like most ppl do but at the same time it is not an extension of our casual conversation. It is freeing in its range of possibility but also terrifying in that I find myself all alone in a pseudo-dialogue, a ying-yang of both shouting into a void and slowly putting together the lego blocks of a hurricane. For real though, this shit really keeps me going at work. I really wish you guys would write something, anything, and not leave me stranded on ice while all of it breaks around me and i drift...

Also I'm going to slowly ratchet up the crazy. I think soon I will be writing outside of myself as you know me but as the lost denizen of Cowboys and UFOs, the nomad anyself.

journalism

Yo, the lady i'm meant to be working for didn't show up, so i've had nothing to do either, and I'm thinking about leaving if she doesn't get here in the next thirty minutes, because all i've been doing is reading my book and a few random articles online, both of which I can do at home or at the tea lounge. But anyway, i found an interesting article on the new yorker website. It's about the slow and painful death (like liver failure after overdosing on tylenol) of journalism and what needs to be done to save newspapers like the washington post, and incedentally, it's written by a family friend who used to be the washington post correspondent in India.

http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/stevecoll/2009/01/nonprofit-newsp.html?yrail

Art, Computer

Thank you. I wish I still had the beautiful art I created while on the campaign trail in Connecticut. No work today so far at the office, they are painting or something here and the fumes are causing the true grunts to peace to the outside world. My stuffy nose ain't smell shit though. Im gonna try to make a collage now.

danny: it is astounding how your brain works...as i twiddle my day away at work, i am envious of your capacity to, what seems like, entertain yourself through the twists and turns of your brain.

iIl-Literalists???????

haha. The context to the below is I listened to a david lynch lecture on creativity and consciousness, almost all of it being on the pluses of meditation. More craziness on its way on this Friday.
ARSENAL SIGNED ARSHAVIN! We're going to win the league (or at least champions league)

An Ewww Huh -------- ILL-LINEARLISTS

--------------Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool down. One thing at a time, beware the current that finds you far down the timestream where you missed your destination, your insert situation. My vision touches on too much shifting virtual, the back of my brain flashes a neon red in reflection of all the artificial taken in that must dealt with. Shut my eyes... I've heard so much of this blank wakefulness, this one with all-----I don't know it, upon their closing it is a call for all within(those brain denizens [cells] like in Far Side comics) to shut down, to take their midday break from all their training they've had. They are an orchestra, each attempting to master his own instrument while experimenting and recording at the same time, his and the whole and his with the whole it is oh no to the conductor, me, head of the class and I can't control these bratty little kids (I = bratty kid? I cant control myself? Who is in charge? The conductor is always changing, hes replaced with a new somebody who finds he also cant handle it, but Then-Success, for that split second the sparks fly and genius is made and then it is gone). I take in a new experience, stimulation, 1-shot knowledge, and there is no synthesis. I write in reflection to the daily, to the instant, not to any field of unity. Shoot a different direction..NoW>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>nope there's no space to return and shoot from anew, I am yet still in my same instant. Now it's like what job am I going to get after this one, Edit: stress, stress, stress, and im chill again. Niche? I think I need a solitary niche, a sound/visual space for me to collect myself cause see I havent made raps in a while.

--------------I'm going to start meditating (which i have said many a time); wait a second, meditation??!?!? Shit I want to play some DoTA=opposite of peace of mind. Toby when you get back from your retreat will you lead us in meditation sessions? Or at least me? I promise to take it seriously.

(Edit: Now I go on tangent because of my asking Toby something which I will probably need to do again later.)
-----------Who is my audience right now? How does posting on this blog relate to us hanging out? How does me writing this at work relate to the blog? Shittttttt. Like Ryan, I just read your entry on the "treasures" today after our whole hanging out. This causes things to be outside of time, illinear (illinearlists?? ill-linearlists??!!!) an alternate space from which we are living. IS THIS EVEN WORSE?? Im trying to be at one with anysort of unified whole/consciousness, not trying to ride the virtual into a partitioned head space. Im going to post this up and trip out later (Edit: Naw me no trip.) I wont know how it relates to me as I see you the next time at 5:30 in the afternoon. Danny-eating-Dinner is already estranged from Danny-as-blog-typist!! Danny-as-he-types is intimidated to become Danny-as-editor. Danny-editor doesn't know where to take this, how does he synthesize Danny-blogger and Danny-eating-dinner??? And Infinite/always-future-Danny doesn't give a fuck duh. This will just be another odd reflection of an unsynthesized moment, lost in internet-time and computer-space. Should this even be posted?? If i delete it, its like it didnt exist, I cant do that!!! DAMN SON.

Edit2.0: Its Cowboys and UFO's

what you say goes

if its for the blog

its seperate from a log

of a life or a time its just a split second then its fine

do it big kid I do it how it is i get it out i get it out.

Edit: Just Writing to stay awake and have something to do. (Up and Down)

Danny from the future: Just warning you Danny-in-the-present and friends-in-the-present, this could be the point where your blog begins to implode.
Danny now: Its already done. Plus all these italicized edits are worthwhile and original in some way.
Danny from the future: Dude your turning this blog into your own wierd public headspace for you to air out your idiocy b/c your so bored at work.
Danny now: Naw, its a team effort. I would not be so creative on my own. Each of us will rise up in our own way and siphon the life force of the moment and put it on the internet. This WONT be alone and lost.
Danny from the future: Text color too? This is stupid.
Danny now: probably.

..BALLING!!