blog (November, 2004)
idiot dignity in*dig*nation
If you really are curious about the future, just study the present. Because what we ordinarily see in any present is really what appears in the rearview mirror.
-- Marshall McLuhan, The Best of Ideas, CBC Radio, 1967
Moral indignation is a technique used to endow the idiot with dignity.
-- Marshall McLuhan
not almost as planned
wandering
and ol' poke's home
folks are roming the halls waiting for footfalls and bedstalls
no deletes are invested in tested methods of bested forethought
tonight a tiny "progress" was made - tying tighter those strings that hang off past things, singing songs of whatthen, whatnow, who's where, and she's there? Engaged? unraged really, and sweetly forgotten, it's long since that went rotten, no child begotten, no distance spotted, no mister potted, no mottled blister blocking this door, leave it open, I'll prolly come back for some more, I know I haven't had enough yet, no stuffed pet, me, no cuffed get, no tough threat, puffed muff, future rebuffed bet,
but, yeah, we're all boring all snoring and such; trying to keep awake on eachothers poring for data and dust and touch
linking is clutch, and thinking is must,
oh and i met a socialist or some such
less of a
So what if I can prove to them? I'm not aggregating my own, not inflating
my bone, not generating alone trials
an smile driving piles of creative worth
while style so what if I can impress myself
for a minute? So what if the rest of my
life's dressed in spin it spun homestyle god
like precedent comical wanton prejudiced interwoven
threadbare staring juice of precipitous wildest
mousenose hairy, wary fairy trenchant
trudge dungeon bludgeon sturgeon ralph
turgeon emergin as anew version of lurching
birch tree near water for fire for hire whom
soever tires roll i'er.
Soo what word was it started with back?
Think -- prescient ink -- plink brain tinker
train toy with mind find the time to sign off
on nitrate fellate egregrious boob tube sub-
aru, subterra, sub way stogie scare, a
terrible crash, fatal flash cradle lash, ladle
on the mashed; in gravy, slavery to hotspot tech spec
maven cravin for something more real steal the
show from someone knowing slow slow slow. It's
potential.
blvd.
Mashed, visible machinations of the ego inspire small crises.
I become character parodies.
My designs are simple;
I want to be this, him...
and these patterns I follow are predictable,
right down to this: destroy identity pattern.
and then, highlight and display.
And then, chagrin?
arrangements of that
Be nice to the monster crab, it's only another arrangement of that which you are
-- Jack Kerouac, Old Angel Midnight
His Royal Hipness
He marched sixteen nude people through the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, organized his own brand of religion (The Church of the Living Swing, America's first Jazz church) starring himself and a pair of belly-dancers on a split bill which had the distinction of being the only church performance ever raided by the vice squad.
His Royal Hipness, Lord Buckley (1906-1960): Cat who spoke jive word in clubs,
no shrinking beatnik mumbling poetry in a corner, but a heads-up, belly-in, screaming blaster in a red-faced rage
protected by gangsters, borrowing money from everyone he knew:
To know him was to have him owe you
He did not treat his money any differently than he treated yours, and it seemed that the only thing he was concerned about was to get rid of it as quickly as possible. I have seen him buy dinner for thirty people with money he borrowed from me or anyone who happened to be there.
-- Charles Tacot (ca 1969)
This album I chance biblioborrowed has him doing the Gettysburg Address and Marc Antony's funeral Oration, talking about The Hip Gan (Gandhi), The Nazz (Christ), and some others, all in early-last-century jazz speak.
Lord Richard Buckley - People (Epilogue) (0:25, 400KB)maybe tomorrow
Today I was doing it right, all right: some solid gold workaday and fine riding, got some top brass at the library, then good yoga class with some new itches knocked out the eye twitches.
On the way home considering my plans, as per a couple days ago, to straighten up. Dig myself out of some procrastination that's becoming increasingly apparent. I started ticking out some to-do's, then flicked the list and picked to stick to the present -- lick one thing at a time.
All the new stuff has become rote, but instead of finding more new and overloading and falling down/off, I need to keep pulling from the pack I've already slung on back.
But... I ended up futzing with housemate's Xbox trying to get his new wireless adapter to talk to our network. Nothing but frustr. We gave up and wired up and its been Halo2 oer the net til half-past westcoast midnight. Only we're not westcoast.
Work will be wow. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember my vow for Quality.
buried
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law & order
That tends to keep a good man underground.-- The Flying Burrito Brothers, "My Uncle"
tweak twitch
The most common things that make the muscle in your eyelid twitch are fatigue, stress, and caffeine. Once spasms begin, they may continue off and on for a few days. Then, they disappear. Most people experience this type of eyelid twitch on occasion and find it very annoying.
-- Adam Health Illustrated Encyclopedia: Eyelid twitch