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