Wonder...

Bloo Ridge Inmedy Tour
"recurring image - BBW as lover, protector and cannon fodder"

in whose eyes does 135 lbs = "BBW"? Somebody gayer than Isaac Mizrahi, that's who !

Nevertheless
here’s how to fix netanyahoo, palestine should get in a car with his sister and drive over to isreals house and scare the shit out of her and if that doesnt work offer her a piece of special pie. or even better hamas shd pull a mind trick where hamas sends netanyahoo a mix tape with get this sarkozys name on the return address (tee-hee). that will totally freak isreals shit out.

not bad,
.. but *then* you do the Eagles (as did Patti Davis).

Jeff Responds:
"Thanks for the tutorial and, no, you're not the first to bring this to my attention—and you're not the first to completely misinterpret the lyric and miss the metaphor. Believe me, I've consumed enough alcoholic beverages in my time to know how they are made and what the proper nomenclature is. But that line in the song has little or nothing to do with alcoholic beverages. It's a sociopolitical statement. My only regret would be having to explain it in detail to you, which would defeat the purpose of using literary devices in songwriting and lower the discussion to some silly and irrelevant argument about chemical processes or whether the Pepsi 400 is a night race."

PLetny of Roam at the
.. we used to know

[ * i love Mizrahi, of course / heard a fine, fine story about him in Alexandria. guy's a yooge celebrity, right? well, get this: No Swole Hed. none a'tall .. ]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Golden

[ There are three total, two yet to be seen in the World. They want to be recognized, appearing by "accident." They will not speak. ]

The wooden idol? Buried in the southern slope descending by the hospital (to be discovered in Winter).

First Night
Dreamed I was kissing Stephanie Yeh in the rough vicinity of Cindy Hobart's work (hence the anxiety [ she was teaching Music Theory at some medium security facility ]).

Wish I was a single girl again
Is this the story of Jennifer Elizabeth "Jen" Hoffmann?

May '08
Diagnosed Jennifer's music career a "hopeless case," presumably because the subject made no effort to sound like Cher. And while she's telling me this, she does her sad-eyed, lip-curled "pity face," feeling genuinely sorry for me that I don't grasp such elementary business principles.

(for next time)
"What is the money for if it won't bring something like hope?"

Isabelle Huppert
Susan E.S. / 1969-1973, Mt. Lebanon H.S., Pittsburgh, PA
"basia bulat" put her with your Girl of Mt Lebanon high


Capt. Jeffrey Osborne --

they called him "Tiny Rollins" in boot camp


It's Amy Garrett, Stupid
The Astounding Vanjefe -- the 9-foot piece of shit dressed as a bear so you'll be more inclined to warm up to him.

Language Cues (1 of a million)
Doktor Frankenjefe on Gristina: "I was just her way of getting a free place to stay in Manhattan for a few days ... Her eyes were/are full of jealousy, envy, spite, greed, SELF-ABSORPTION in the highest of degrees /ETC"

".. In both cases, at any rate, the fear is that of proletarianization, of slipping down the ladder, of losing a comfort and a set of privileges which we tend increasingly to think of in spatial terms: privacy, empty rooms, silence, walling other people out, protection against crowds and other bodies. Nietzschean wisdom, then, tells us to let go of that kind of fear and reminds us that whatever social and spatial form our future misery may take, it will not be alien because it will by definition be ours. Dasein ist je mein eigenes - defamiliarization, the shock of otherness, is a mere aesthetic effect and a lie."

'splain *this*, sgriswold :
an entertainment blogger writing as "jefevonstanley" wrote off Bleeding Through Ink by West Virginia citizen-poet Jason Kline in the most dismissive terms (reminded *this* Observer of the shrill Hollywood response after the people of Tangier Island told them to make their shitty Kevin Costner movie elsewhere). Vonjefe's angle can be summed up thus:

dumb hick from Appalachia too cheap to pay protection money to “writers’ guild” back east.

... so how is this Quefe guy not mafia? huh?

The danger/problem/downside to being loving and kind to people is that some people will take advantage of that and start imposing more and more on you. At some point you will fail to live up to their impossible demands, and then they'll make you out to be the bad guy.
It doesn't even have to be a matter of degree, but of type as well, because the person who does this to you is often narcissistically obsessed with themselves, and can't see you as you. So what might be a perfectly reasonable expectation for them, is an impossible burden for you, but that's what they'll demand of you.
No matter what, they'll keep going till they break you, and then they'll blame you. It's the only way that sort of relationship can end. Most of these people have become very good at arguing other people down who dare to assert themselves.
I'm not sure what the answer is except to notice it early and basically stop interacting with them once you do.* Above all, don't lose your temper or panic around them, because that gives them more ammunition later.

* Some of these people are tricksy though and start out very giving and kind at first, and then slowly frog boil you, turning gifts into loans, gradually discounting your end of the balance, etc.

is this *you*, Indian?

"Jeffrey A. Stanley / that Jeffrey Stanley's an integral part of Roanoke's burgeoning film industry (Crazy People, What About Bob, Brain on Fire).

He's also the active igredient in Allegra.

Maybe teaching Play-Writing at NYU. Involvement in Post-70's New York organizations (New York Neo-Futurists) and Drama (the Amy Miller stand-in in the original stage production of Tesla's Letters [1999]). Attempt to initiate feud with guy he went to High School with (whose change of name and relocation to another state wasn't enough to shake the author of the 1999 off-Broadway hit, Tesla's Letters or his singular - mostly - determination to aggravate ..")

It is thoroughly ironic that Mort Zuckerman, a naturalized Hebrew-American, would side with Saudi Wahhabists against Islam's Shia minority. The Wahhabist cult is Islam's answer to the Cromwellite's genocidal perversion of Christianity. Wahhabist schools - hate factories, essentially - teach that the Shia are as much the enemy as the Americans and Israelis. Does Zuckerman forget who attacked us on 9/11? Has he missed the fact that al-Qaeda and the Taliban are radical *Sunni* orgs? Perhaps his loyalties are more twards the "petrophiles," the lovers of OIL, fellow billionaires like the House of Rockefeller and House of Saud.

Gary Carnot
March 18, 2007
moneta, VA, USA
I was sophomre in high school. President Kennedy visited Tampa a week before he was assassinated. He had an appearance at what was then Al Lopez baseball field (the current location of Raymond James Stadium) and if you had a note from your parents, you could get out of school to attend. I regret that I did not go and see the president, but I will always remember sitting in social studies class when the word came over the PA system that the president had been shot, and a short while later they announced that he had indeed died. For the next three days, there was nothing on television but coverage of the life of the slain president, and his funeral/burial.

"The pataphysical spirit is the nail in the tire -- the world, a wolf's mouth (lupo vesce). La gidouille is also a hot-air balloon, a nebulous or even a perfect sphere of knowledge -- the intestinal sphere of the sun. There is nothing to take away from death. Does a tire die? It renders its tire soul. Flatulence is at the origin of the breath." -- Jean Baudrillard, PATAPHYSICS

Carlossuarez46
******************** bDay bLow ..
day of the dead decor / salmon colored Mex grocery?

a WoNDER cake

In 2009, Harvard Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr., was invited to the White House to have beers with U.S. President Obama and Camridge, Mass., police officer Jim Crowley and to discuss their disagreement over Crowley's arrest of Gates two weeks earlier. Gates initially said he would have a Red Stripe, but facing criticism from Boston beer fans, he changed his choice to Sam Adams Light.



Red Parole ..
'In Junior High School Lynette was active with many after school activities. She was a member of the Athenian Honor Society as well as the Girls Athletic Club. In her drama class Lyn befriended a young Phil Hartman, who eventually gained fame on shows like Saturday Night Live, The Simpsons, & Newsradio. When her class gave out superlatives, Lynette was voted "Personality Plus".'

cool. now maybe she can chase D_ck Ch_ney 'round the schoolyard with an unloaded gun ..

[ i kid, i kid ..]

"Things have changed and quite soon
Condominiums on the moon
Will you still hate me?
Will you still rate me so low?

And no man is beautiful,
but be kind to me,
I'll make a sudden change in
uniform, but it's still me
I've owned you for centuries..."
- Robert Pollard

The problem I have with Postwar (i.e. modern) society is that we've abolished the old culture and tradition that made life at least somewhat interesting for the peons (i.e. all of us) and kept the power differentials. So in some ways it's the worst of both worlds, except maybe that the upper middle class slaves of the world (i.e. the West) have nicer stuff to play with when they come in from the fields.
Now that we're here, there's really no going back to the Ancien Regime, and really, we wouldn't want to. But... I think there could be an involution, a way of reversing the spell, so we dump all the power relations and retake the pre-war past from obscurity. It requires breaking the membrane, the Bereshith of the Poison Mythos. It requires redefining "traditional society" and "family values" to mean something other than the 1950s. It means de-mythologizing WWII and the Great Depression. It means rebuilding our sense of shared Context.

For this to work, we need to hold onto the things that are worth keeping, while discarding what isn't. Bruce Lee understood this principle in his development of "Jeet Kune Do".
It requires devolving all the Archons back to "just people like us". The means by which this will be done I think is through the idea of "remix culture". But it has to be done right, in a non-trivial, non-shallow way.

Everything works from resonant, hologrammic principles. We work from the small and local and this change in the local pattern changes the larger pattern as it resonates outward. At the same time, we must realize that there are barriers put in place by the archons to disrupt this resonance.
Thus once again, the need to truly pierce the membrane. To work outwards from ourselves, and have it mean anything, we have to be willing to push beyond what has been put in place inside us to keep us trapped in our local optima. We have to challenge our very sense of Identity and Truth.

Going back to Bruce Lee, we must take self-expression seriously, as the highest art and praxis we can perform. When enough of us are in place, these relay beacons of human ineffability might just tear apart the walls of the False Selves that keep us separated into groups, and heirarchical. I know from experience that it's not easy, but it is worth doing. Otherwise, what are you here for? The slow jams?

(curtsy of ShVHYH ..)
Heh. UTB was the first GBV album I was exposed to. I fell in love, but never followed up. Such was my life in 94-95.
My favorite Gurdjieff quote is "If you're going to go on a spree, go whole hog, including the postage".
I take it to mean, ala Yoda and J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, that if you're going to do something, DO IT. Or don't do it. But don't like half-way dip your toe in the water.
Here's a nice little quote from GP Orridge on this subject:
"Finally, in terms of thematic content, decide what really OBSESSES you, YOU. What really turns you on, your deepest (possibly most secret) fetish (sexual, paradoxical, philosophical, political, literal, mechanical, it really doesn't matter), and make that central to your work either directly or obliquely, regardless of medium, accepted traditions of talent, or any other practical considerations. If you analyze your SELF effectively, with brutal honesty, this core integrity will charge your work with REAL individuality, charisma, influence and longevity of power. Surrender to a greater group does not erase self-esteem, ironically, and magickally, it accelerates a flow of matchless integrity into a consciously constructed personality. (By the way the most effective tool I can recommend for discovering and directing "true will" with minimum deviation or self-delusion is the ritual SIGIL process described in this r-evolutionary manual). Tell your SELF that you will make the entire world agree with YOU, rather than compromise by trying to figure out what the world will like and agree with I.T. in order to please and be pleased. The process is the product and regardless of how long it takes, one day the clarity of intent permeating your work WILL be recognized and your L-if-E will have purpose. Always and ONLY create based upon the assumption and sincere recognition that you may be so old that you really don't care if they ever "get it", and that it doesn't matter because the worst thing that can happen is that your physical body dies of starvation or neglect in the meantime."

This boy I used to date has an Adult Swim show now.

http://www.adultswim.com/shows/tom/index.html

According to Monsieur Mosurak, it is highly unfunny.

I feel like it should be 2pm or something.

...I'm holding it for someOne esle (ha!)

3/6/09:
SET ONE

Fluffhead, The Divided Sky, Chalk Dust Torture --> Sample in a Jar, Stash, I Didn't Know*, The Oh Kee Pah Ceremony --> Suzy Greenberg --> Farmhouse, NICU --> Horn, Rift, Train Song, Water in the Sky, The Squirming Coil, David Bowie

SET TWO

Backwards Down the Number Line, Tweezer --> Taste, Possum, Theme from the Bottom, First Tube --> Harry Hood, Waste, You Enjoy Myself**

ENCORE

Grind, Bouncin' Around the Room, Loving Cup

3/7/09
3/8/09

...and this was what was on the kitchen table:

1. wrapper from a microfiber cloth for cleaning our new floor
2. new roll of duct tape
3. juror summons

thanks D!

...in with what I tell you - that she's all, as I've called it, fine cold thought. She had, to her own mind, worked the whole thing out in advance, and worked it out for me as well as for herself. Whenever she has done that, you see, there's no room left; no margin, as it were, for any alteration. She's filled as full, packed as tight, as she'll hold, and if you wish to get anything more or different either out or in -"
"You've got to make over, altogether, the woman herself?"



TRANSIENT PEAKS
"...not a breath of the cooler evening that wasn't somehow a syllable of the text. The text was simply, when condensed, that in these places such things were, and that if it was in them one elected to move about, one had to make one's account with what one lighted on. Meanwhile, at all events, it was enough that they did affect one - so far as the village aspect was concerned - as whiteness, crookedness and blueness set in coppery green; there being positively, for that matter, an outer wall of the "White Harse" that was painted the most improbable shade. That was part of the amusement - as if to show that the fun was harmless; just as it was enough, further, that the picture and the play seemed supremely to melt together in the good woman's broad sketch of what she could do for her visitor's appetite."

SILVER MOON SAIL UP AND SILVER MOON SHINE
...seeming singularly to simplify, certified to him that the objects about would help him, would really help them both. No, he might never see them again - this was only too probably the last time;and he should certainly see nothing in the least degree like them. He should soon be going to where such things were not, and it would be a small mercy for memory, for fancy, to have, in that stress, a loaf on the shelf."

We've done them for the last couple of years to great success.

Basically, we stick a sweet potato in a glass jar full of water, let it get scummy, keep it filled up, and you can see the roots start to grow. After a while, it'll sprout leaves, and you can pluck those off and set THEM in water to start growing roots. They're ready to plant when they've got a second set of leaves on 'em.

Some people just chuck a whole sweet potato in the ground, like you would for growing regular potatoes. I haven't done that, and I honestly really enjoy the process of sprouting roots and leaves from one momma potato.

As far as depth of planting -- you plant the little guys like you would any seedling. They vine out a little so you want to give them some room, and you want the soil to be loose and a bit sandy so they can get big without getting smooshed and weird shaped.

20. via superbomba / via clair voyant

I'll be your BEST FRIEND!


Angelic Pretty Cinderella OP in black. A dream item, yes.

Halp! I got a SECOND CHANCE OFFER on THE DREAM DRESS:



A 1930s ethereal dress that isn't white!


A handwoven Uzbek suzani featuring girls and deer.

BROWN POSTCARDS
"I don't care the least little 'hang,'" he smiled, "for their nationality. It would be nice if they're Polish!" he almost immediately added.
"Very nice indeed." The transition kept up her spirits. "So you see you do care."
He did this contention a modified justice. "I think I should if they were Polish. Yes," he thought, "there might be joy in that."
"Let us then hope for it." But she came, after this, nearer to the question. "If the girl's of the right age, of course, the mother can't be. I mean for the virtuous attachment. If the girl's twenty - and she can't be less - the mother must be at least forty. So it puts the mother out. She's too old for him."

"Nature breaks its own rules whenever it wants. Science cannot avert a single thunderbolt. Western science is a product of the Apollonian mind: its hop is that by naming and classification, by the cold light of its intellect, archaic night can be pushed back and defeated."

"Evolutionary or apocalyptic history is a male wish list with a happy ending, a phallic peak."



"James's last novels, published early this century, belong like Death in Venice to the fin de siecle. No other English fiction is so encumbered with Alexandrian ornamentation, the sign of a "late" style. The English social novel, I noted, has few androgynes. James's sex reversals are a symptom of his covert Romanticism."



THE AMBASSADORS
The "little" review that Mrs Newsome *allows* Strether to edit is called The Green Cover. That's the "cover" name for Joan Didion's The White Album in The Transmigration of Timothy Archer.

BAREFOOT CONDUCTS HIS
...seminars on his houseboat in Sausalito. It costs a hundred dollars to find out why we are on this Earth. You also get a sandwich, but I wasn't hungry that day. John Lennon had just been killed and I think I know why we are on this Earth; it's to find out that what you love the most will be taken away from you, probably due to an error in high places rather than by design.

OH
...if you forbore to guzzle here on scenes of things," she replied, "you might easily die of starvation." With which she smiled at him. "You've worse before you."

A few months ago a friend of mine stole from her work. She successfully stole well over 10,000 dollars in merchandise with another friend of ours. They sold most of it, but a few key items are definitely still in their possession. The theft would be really easy to track if the correct dates and names where given to her employers.

Normally I wouldn't consider turning someone in for something like this, however this friend of mine and I had a falling out because of a guy. An ex-boyfriend of hers and I became a couple recently, and it infuriated her. She destroyed everything I had left at her apartment that was mine. This includes THE BEST PICTURE EVER TAKEN.

Is destroying this picture worth turning my friend in for this crime? So far I have 3 yes votes and 2 no votes. One of the no votes is from the other friend involved in this heist.

...on a ligther note:

You'll not see nothing: