Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Plastic Surgery Disasters
I don't do much for Halloween anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't still dig it.
: Why haven't any of you bastards invited me to a party yet? Don't you like me anymore? I'll wear my Ida Lowry mask...
Am I beautiful?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I dreamt this morning that I was walking around Memphis, and decided, for reasons not explained in my dream, to go into a church. And as I entered, I discovered to my delight that I'd arrived just a few minutes before something apparently amazing was set to happen. I was ushered to a seat in the pews and I waited to see what was up.
It was a Richard Pryor concert. I thought he was dead?! I thought he was at least sick
? But there he was at the altar, looking young and healthy. And while I don't remember his set, I know that it was brilliant and biting -- the best I'd ever heard from him.
I guess subversive comedy really is
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
A Shameless Plug On Behalf Of Friends
The thing that has begun to vex me in most mainstream music lately is the numbing similarity of it all. So many bands produce album after album of songs that all sound the same, and all the bands sound the same, and I don't think I can be blamed for not knowing one from the other since they all insist upon playing the same fucking music.
My friend Doug has a band called Chess Club
that's not like that at all. Their songs all sounds intriguingly different, but somehow coherent and unified. They play artful, intelligent pop songs that have clearly been thought about at considerable length -- they tend to go in unexpected directions and resist taking the easy or obvious way out. They deserve a bigger, more enthusiastic audience than they currently have (although they've got a couple of die-hards); we all know that if we could get more people to listen, more people would dig 'em.
Lucky for you, their new album, A Generation of Pleasure Seekers
, is finally propagating through the internets. In spite of my adoring status as a friend of the band, I wouldn't plug the album if it wasn't genuinely good -- and it really is goddamn good. They pulled out some big guns for a local band, and the love and effort they put into the record is obvious. "Boy on a Bicycle" somehow manages to work on both a microcosmic and grandiose scale at the same time; "Drowning Stick" is like an angry bee attacking your head; "Devastortion" is a particular favorite of mine for reasons that don't bear going into here. Their show favorites are present and accounted for. The painful thing is, I know of at least a few more fantastic songs that will apparently be waiting for the next album -- but it's good to know that the band has plenty of fuel left to burn.
In any case, it's a good album and you should listen to it. If you're impatient, you can download the album from iTunes
. If you're one of those that likes to fondle some packaging while you listen, you can buy a hard copy at CDBaby
. Or, if you dig personal contact, you can buy one from the guys themselves
-- they could probably be coerced into signing/modding/molesting a copy for you. Best of all would be to come to a show and take it straight from their grasping, clammy hands. I don't see how they could make it any easier for you to get your pop noir
Friday, October 20, 2006
Birthday Season Begins
Now through December, you're going to be seeing quite a few of these.
Sweet happy birthday wishes to my good ol' Mom, who is the only reason I'm as sane as I am. I couldn't have asked for a better mother, and I love her completely.
And happy birthday to my friend Dom, even though he never reads this blog and we rarely write to each other anymore. I remain his friend nonetheless.
Yay for old people!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I really am sorry about the dead air here on the blog -- my head's just been in other places lately, consumed with other things. Good things. Things that make me happy. And somehow, when I don't have much to complain about, I also seem not to have much to blog about. Go figure.
Anyway, I'm working to get myself back on the wagon here -- it's not as if I don't have half a dozen blog posts planned and waiting for me to fill in the texty bits. It's just that it's so much easier to let my mind wander away to other things.
Bear with me. PS
: It's very autumnal here today. The cool weather isn't helping my urge to be anywhere other than in front of my computer.PPS
: Here, read some other people's excuses for not blogging
. Or not. Like I care what you do.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Have A Coke And An Infarction
I love soda, I truly do. I love it too much. I haven't had any soda in weeks -- that stuff is sweet, fizzy evil and I'm trying to quit -- but I miss it every day. My point is, I really
love soda. It's my one genuine vice.
But even I can't condone this abomination:
Now, vendor Abel Gonzales Jr. has come up with a new artery-clogging concoction for the State Fair of Texas. It's fried Coke.
Gonzales deep-fries Coca-Cola-flavored batter. He then drizzles Coke fountain syrup on it. The fried Coke is topped with whipped cream, cinnamon sugar and a cherry.
Monstrous. Is there anything these people won't dip in batter and deep-fry?
Friday, October 13, 2006
A Sad Case Of Neglect
I'm so sorry, blog -- look at you, so skinny and underfed. I think I can see your ribs sticking out.
Here, have a blog biscuit and a pat on the head. I'm flat out all day tomorrow (I have to get up at 4 AM, jeebus help me), and then I've got stuff doing on Sunday too. But Monday, dear, sweet blog -- Monday it's just you and me. I've got plans for you.
I love you too, patient, loyal blog.
Monday, October 09, 2006
The age-old war between good and evil within you is over, and evil lost. From now on, the forces of beauty, truth, love, and justice will grow in power.
The last few years have actually been quite rough, in their way. Progress has been hard to come by, and minimal gains have required big efforts. More than once I've felt lost and adrift, not knowing where to go next or what I should be doing. I've had years of false starts and backtracking. It hasn't been without victories -- I've found some things and people whose value, I think, will only be fully revealed over coming years. But it's been a long, slow, difficult slog up this mountain.
But I think maybe -- maybe
-- the summit is in sight. In recent months, even though there have been no dramatic changes, my own headspace has been gradually improving. The terrain's getting a little easier, and while I'm still not sure of my destination, and I know I've still got some ground to cover before I get there, the cosmos seems to be throwing me a few more markers along the trail -- "go that way." I don't know where it is I'm going, but it's reassuring to think that there might really be a "there" there after all.
Or maybe it's just circles and circles. Have I been here before?PS
: I'm a complete sucker for Family Circus remixes. I can't get enough of them, no matter how pretentious they are. Here's today's new find: The Nietzche Family Circus
. I don't know how it works, but it does.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
My paternal grandmother left to learn the secrets of the universe last night, so posting might be patchy over the weekend (like it's not anyway.)
Go hug someone you love.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Gratuitous Image Post #3
See? I told
you that kid with the banjo
(Ookpik via Swapatorium)
If I ever have a kid, I want it to be one like this one.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Last time I saw them, which wasn't too long ago, my favorite aunt and uncle told me about how they used to drive through the Dallas suburbs as beautiful young hippies, way back when, and remind each other, "remember, we're
Words to live by.
Who is it that gets together in mobs and hunts down, tortures and kills people who are different from them? Who is it that teaches modesty, courtesy, and generositv but lives in depravity, rudeness, and greed? Who is it that can gather together the time, energy and money to murder millions and destroy cities for the sake of a flag, deity, or economic system? Not weirdoes, not kooks or cranks or nuts. It's the "Normal" people who do those things.
It's the "Normal" people who believe there's only one "real world" and it's the one THEY'RE living in. It's the "Normal" people who kill each other over differences in that reality, and if someone can't trick themselves into ignoring the millions of inconsistencies or can't gloss over the gaping flaws in that reality-construct, or can't even pretend convincingly that they believe that flimsy and self-contradictory world is ALL TRUE, rather than have their own illusory stability undermined or accept that other ways of thinking and seeing might be valid, the "Normal" people imprison those "mentally ill," and experimentally destroy their personalities by use of drugs, electroconvulsion, and brain surgery.
(by Nenslo, but lifted shamelessly from BB.)
I've been reading a lot about the universe around me these last few months, trying to wrap my head around the nature of reality. And the more I find out about it, the less sense any of it makes. But it certainly does free one from any residual pressure to be "normal."
In sadly related news, Robert Anton Wilson isn't long for this world and is facing dire poverty is his few remaining months. So if you've got some spare cash and value his work, "Bob" will value-match every donation, dollar-for-slack.PS
: Incidentally, that aunt and uncle are still the weirdos.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Gratuitous Image Post #2
Because it's always more fun when it's close to home.