Alice Duke

Just added a few art links. I particularly like the work of Alice Duke, a student in the north of England.

First Aid

There used to be an ad in the back of Thrasher magazine, many moons ago, said: If you skate while you drunk, you think you got it made, but boy you better bring along that old first aid.

Bats

He did bite bats. Disghusting bastard.

Calvin

Just a simple observation. Around here the same guy that's peeing on Chevy and Ford logos, flippin me off occassionally, and sometimes mooning me has now begun to appear kneeling in front of a cross. I am wondering.... In which order did this happen or does he do this every week. I know the rest seem to repeat these actions weekly.

Cernunnos Bock

Awright, here's the deal. I went out to bowsers grave today. He' next to the tree of Cernunnos. I got drunk on Ziegen Bock and after dancing around and grunting out in the woods for awhile, I came in and started dancing and grunting through a keyboard.

Yeti 1

The yeti down there won't leave. Time and again I have made vain attempts to convince those close to me that I am not a sick demented sasquatch imprisoner. "He just moved in. What am I supposed to do? How do you tell a Yeti to get out of your house? I can't get rid of him like I do you guys.... y'know... boy sure is gettin' late, oh hell I have to study, I have to take a shower...." Indeed I have tried these tactics but it all boils down to lacking the proper communication skills. I did it anyway. It's my fault. I'm studying and I take a brownie donut and coffee break, I went down there, stretch my legs. If you are eating a brownie donut and are confronted with an anthropological anomaly, real, hairy, big, and just as freaked out by you as you are by him.... by all means, give him a donut. Do not give him coffee. The donut was for all intensive purpouses not very popular or readily available during his heyday, neither was coffee. Remember this, donuts have inspired little old men to sit on little stools next to little counter tops in little houses colored with pink and orange. Coffee has inspired revolutions, been condemned and blessed by the Vatican, created a whole generation of black turtle neck renegades, and enslaved entire nations. You don't want to fuck around with coffee and Yeti's man. Having said that, I gave him coffee too. I've had to cut him down on that stuff. As anyone facing the manic deluge of ideas brought on by a coffee and donut kick sooner or later it must be heard. Tell the world, I have a plan. I listen patiently as he paces back and forth and occasionally pronounce an affirmative " Ah Ha!" and hold my finger up in a thoughtful pose. Now we have repoir. I have no idea what the plan is, it must be good. Because he does the same thing. Perhaps it's something to do with farming or turning rocks into pointy things, maybe he's come across some cosmic algorithm that no one will ever be able to understand except him ( yet another side effect of glorious coffee). I imagine myself having a movie, books, speaking engagements, bodies of students poring over my works in dank and dusty archive files, like Jane Goodall , only different. The missing link and I clinking tea cups in ivory towers. I've shared this vision with those close to me, that's why they think I won't let him go. No, the Yeti down there won't leave. So , in the meantime, until he chooses to go his merry way, I'm going to keep giving him donuts and coffee. He likes them.

Big Gates Show

Rather amusing I think: I named the circus in Roller Coaster Tycoon , The Big Gates Show, it says the Big Gates Show has broken down.... and that has nothing to do with this picture...... or politics.

Summary Prepared

Nada

It has nothing to do with politics or governement.

Clock

Time has it's minions and I have but a whimsical plan.

Box

Adress the man in front. The man in front has the box. The box has the man in front.

New Media Blues

Nothing is real, everything is real.
My mind is made up
of tethers of inconsistent material.
I am bound by constant change of face
in what wakes me in the morning
Trauma sells
Weakness fuels
Truth took a bus
out of town
I read too much
I read too little
I don't read the right things
I have data, but no instructions
Somewhere a great orchestrator is saving
the last dance
Somewhere the great construct
Has fallen
I am left with wandering head
amicable intentions
floating on the meniscus of perception
Where did we go?

I don't know what all this means really. I've just been surfing around reading news articles and clips and snippets of opinions. Makes my damn head spin.

Mist Mix

Just a quick note. Mist posted a new mix and I have to say I admire anyone who throws in a little Pantera just for good measure. Good stuff. You can get it, along with some of Dylan and Klaptons stuff, Here
at the Mistical Productions site. Looks like they're movin' on up.

Fine Monday

7 and 8 have arrived. Monday. FTR Prof. Swann's class is the best one I have this semester.

Halt for 7 and 8

Sunday BluesEvery weekend I stay up until the next day. Sunday comes, Monday is next. I hate 8. It means 7. 7 is unatural to me. Clock rolls by. 7 and 8 are waiting. I can't blow off my classes. Attendance policy? It's a higher education for god's sake. Unfortunately I think it has much to do with capital and state funding. Probably some record somewhere proving that we actually sit in the classrooms. 2 of the classes tomorrow are by the book loosely translating into "what am I doing sitting here when I could have slept till noon and read the book anyway?". Seriously. It's a waste of my time to have a bona fide educator who's getting paid just fine to hold story time at 8 in the morning. What a drag. Oh well.

Plans

Relative fish. Nothing gains momentum until it does. The Sasquatch lives in my basement. People who sit by fires and catch their shoes aflame. The machine is too loud. Freeware is relative to hassle. Soft spoken priests and cacaphonous clowns dancing in the fountains of Avalon. Just a minute, I've got another call. Wan' Get high and go to the Cosmic Cafe, it's Friday. Circus music and dancing widgets. ........ A promise to myself to do something about this ever building list of anecdotes covering the past month or so of my life. I believe that the cosmos have granted me the life of an odd number.

Balloons

INFECTED MUSHROOM

I can't sleep. Infected Mushroom, Initialization String, DJ Nobody the 21st.




Infected Mushroom Two of the most talented musicians in the world.

Initialization String Anyone interested in some seriously good music should check out Initialization string. Especially check out some of their new stuff.

DJ Nobody DJ Nobody will smack you (in a good way).

Ok, deluxe technical drawings and a technical manual on how to make a bamboo didgeridoo.



How To Make A Bamboo Didgeridoo