Slow Motion Apocalypse

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Posted: Sat, Oct. 29th, 2005 18:47

I haven't been journaling much of late. I dunno', it's less that there's nothing to write about and more I haven't been writing about much that I could be, I suppose.

Here's an Update re: recent online writings, posted through 3R.

I'm moving house over the next three days–well OK, the actual moving part is on Monday morning, but I am finishing up the packing and cleaning this weekend, so Ode to Joy for that.

Actually, I had felt quite stressed out about it this past Monday, but things seemed to have smoothed out a fair bit, and now I am pretty much on an even keel again, and looking forward to the new pad.

I think a big part of my initial stress centered around the fact that in beginning to pack up the place, well, it triggered in me that the separation of my self and my partner of eight years is pretty much a done deal. The finality of the fact this woman and I are no longer living together didn't really set in until I started to pack up my books this past Monday, but I feel much better now that I have had this recognition and been provided with the opportunity to move beyond it.

Posted: Fri, Oct. 14th, 2005 23:27

_{X-posted at Raising Razing Rays}

YAY! Part 2 of Looneytunes is up today at The Voice.

While there is certainly rejoicing on my part, this also means I've got until the end of Sunday to come up with the next article.

I've got an outline of sorts for a Katrina based article, but it ain't done yet, and I have to actually be careful with my research, sources, and etc.. Yeah, not the free-wheelin' language play that I love to write, but something I'd like to get done regardless. Don't know if that will be the next article though, but we'll see what the next 48 hours bring.

I open myself to thee, oh muse!

Enjoy!

Posted: Fri, Oct. 7th, 2005 23:36

_{X-posted at Rasing Razing Rays}

Heh, nah, it's not really "the grind" because for the most part, well, as an aspiring 'pro' writer I pretty much enjoy what I do, but now if only I could: a) get paid more, b) get a wider audience, and c) stay on schedule, then I'd really be 'doing it'.

But what do I mean?

Well, after a rather long hiatus & several years of giving it away for free, I have a new article up (part One of Two) at The Voice.

Ah-yep, getting paid to write is a good deal in my books. Sure, hell, it only pays for a small trip to the grocery store or perhaps a pack of smokes and a night's entertainment or sumthin'–but it does pay.

*hugh jazz grin

Tee-hee!

I wanna' riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!
I wanna' riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!
I wanna' riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!
I wanna' riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!
_{Small sample of lyrics from The Cows, from (I think), Sorry in Pig Minor.}

Posted: Sun, Oct. 2nd, 2005 00:00

October 2nd. All of us under the Western standard calender share this date.

Here's a little gift to celebrate the day, enjoy.

Posted: Fri, Sep. 23rd, 2005 03:01

Motion. Loco-motion. Crazy talk. The destruction of dialogues. A world out of control.

What do these things have in common?

People, I tells ya' people.

But that much might be obvious. What's more, we might even say that these things have communication in common, as in: motion is the communication of velocity from a thing in motion relative to an Other thing, and moreover, ALL THINS ARE IN MOTION: nothing stands still, and that's all; 'loco-motion' is here hyphenated to signal towards a double entendre where by 'loco' is Spanish for "crazy person" and locomotion refers to the movement of machinery or more apt, machinery in motion–it is a crazy person who believes that the universe is a machine and it is crazy people who keep themselves and Other enslaved to machines in motion, whether this machinery be physical or intellectual–and machinery as crafted through communication of One human to an Other; "crazy talk," a segue from the previous and bridge to the next, contains communication by definition, as does the Other side of the bridge "the destruction of dialogues"; add it all up, and where a 'world' is defined more akin to original meaning "a human's time", and we understand that a human's time is entirely nested inside communication–from One to Other, whether that Other be a human, a tree, a table, an idea, an ad, a product or etc..

IF! Everything moves, in Other words, Everything speaks.

SO! What are we hearing?

How many people hear the tick-tock of the mechanical clock each and every day?

Is time like that or do we merely allow ourselves to interpret it as such. If a 'world' is a human's time, then would it not also be, like our world in relation to every Other world, that each clock runs at slightly different speeds?

Oh, I see, you think this is metaphor, well I assure it isn't. Relativity tells us that when time is measured on a rotating object such as the earth, the passage of time changes relative to the location of the measuring device. An object closer to the circumference of a rotating circle, for example, well, its clock has to run faster compared to an object that is closer to the center of the rotation. Why?

Because the distance of the arc that the further body must travel in the same moment of rotation is longer than the distance of the arc traveled by the second body, the One closer to the center of rotation.

And speaking of communication and time, I had an interesting telephone conversation with my associate Aron the Other day. Part of our conversation involved the subject of how in warmer climates it must be the case that the atoms and molecules in people's bodies are that much more agitated than those of people in cooler climates, I mean, that's merely the application of a simple law of physics: the more energy (hear 'heat') in a system, the more active the atoms in the system are. Didn't we all learn something to that effect in grade school or sumthin'?

Aha! So here we are back around to energy in motion, and from a communication that occurred in time, but what does it all mean?

To quote Burroughs from Sharkey's Night:

"You connect the dots, you pick up the pieces."

Beware derailment!

Posted: Fri, Sep. 16th, 2005 08:53

Here's an important lesson for angels everywhere brought to us by the fine folks of the former Jawbox.

And if you ever had a chance to see them live–let alone get into their sound–well, they are aptly named.

Savory

hey angel consider your position
framed to be consumed savory
savoring your sympathy hey
angel fly over and bless me see
you feign surprise that I'm all
eyes and you're all you need to
be hey angel whatever position
we consider fit to put you in
you'll protest your complicity
easy now One hand will wash
the Other One hand will wash the
Other

hey angel fly over and bless me
see you feign surprise that I'm
all eyes and we're all we
need to be need to be easy now
One hand will wash the Other
One hand will wash
the Other

The lesson for angels here is that 2 = 0 (0, the Phoenix) when One owns One's complictiy instead of protesting it.

One hand must wash the Other & we are all we need to be, y'see?

_{Extra special thanks to B2 & Jawbox for the connect.}

Posted: Mon, Sep. 12th, 2005 08:41

I had my bike, my precious, lovely, STP^2, conned right out of my hands by what I can only assume is a pro criminal.

I had gone for a huge bike ride, and ended up at the Millennium Park to do some jumpin' off the ramps and hips and shit like that.

I had a good ride. Flying high on the jumps, no hands off curbs, over the biggest hump, standing, standing with one foot on the pedal only, and so on.

All the fun and great shit I love to do on my bike.

There was a sweet vibe in the air. Lots of people at the park–all with flow provided through the sonic styling of some fella' up on the terrace–groovin' away in the way that only those of African persuasion really can–who was sharin' this soul-love hip-hop with all those in ear shot of his rather loud little amplification box. It was way cool, I love to ride to music, and that he was standin' over, watchin' all the riders get down well he was gettin' down, well shit, he got a few big smiles from me as I rode by.

So I am all done, and for some reason–it was the wind, the crowd, and what-not, I reckoned I'd find a place a little away from the main park to have a smoke before I go. So I go up across the bridge and behind our hip-hoppin' fun fella' and cut through to the rear of the terrace structure which has concrete benches made into the wide semi-circle of it's partial enclosure.

I pull out my water, I pull out my smokes, I light up.

I have had all of a puff or two when this guy comes walkin' up the same way I came. He looks like he's going to walk on, but he makes a move to come a little closer while giving me a big "Hey man–what're you doing?"

I like friendly people alright, so I say, "Well, I finished up a huge ride and now I'm going to sit and have this smoke before I go home. How ;bout you?"

"Oh just chillin', just chillin'."

"Yeah," I say to him, "it's nice to get out and enjoy a nice day, and things are pretty sweet here today."

And so we proceed to shoot the shit for a bit–he is seated to my left, and my bike is leaning on the wall to my right.

So he asks if I can give him a smoke 'cause he lost his pack. And I tell him I bummed the smoke I had. He asked the brand, I told him, and he said it was likely from the pack he lost, which is total shit 'cause it's from the pack in my back-pack, but sometimes I am not as free with smokes as others.

Anyway, I try to, I dunno' make some jokes about how losing packs of smokes sucks, yeah, but finding packs of smokes is good, so it's all got to balance out right?

Yeah, yeah sure.

"Hey," he says as he stands up, "you think I could have a drag off that one?"

"I'll save you some of the end," I tell him. yeah, yeah sure.

"Hey that's a nice bike!"

"Thanks dude. I really like. It rides so great!" And then I break into the praising of the bike, the answering his questions about the bike, and so on. I always like to tell people how great my Giant bike is–esp. given the relatively low price. Giant bikes rock, bottom line, and I don't hesitate to endourse something I get great value from.

So as he starts asking these questions–these seemingly interested in the Other questions, he's touching the bike. Putting his hands on the grips, lifting it up in response to my response of "It's really light. You can jump it so high!" when he asked if it was light.

And of course, I plug Ridley's 'cause they treat me well enough. Always there to adjust this or that when I bring it in, free tune-ups for the duration of ownership of the bike, y'know, some good customer service aspects to buying from there.

"Hey, you mind if I try it out?"

And of course, since he's been handling the bike already, he's pretty much already got on it as he asks. "I'll just ride right it right here."

Well, normally I don't let anyone ride my bike–not even friends any more since it busted nscafe's arm, and I'm sayin' as much, but like I've said thus far, he already had it in his possession–pretty much–and he was being so decent that I said, as he began to pedal, "sure, why not?"

So get this, he starts riding around in slow circles, does a little bunny-hop, and we are still talkin' about how great the bike is. Yeah yeah sure, it's a great bike. I love it. I looked at Norco dirt jumpin' style bike frames but they were out of my price range. I was happy to get such a great deal on the STP^2 'cause it was right in the upper end of what I could afford at the time.

And I find myself sayin' to follow all that sort of speech, "I couldn't afford to replace it these days though."

Yeah, we both have a little chuckle about money and expense, and the lack of money to pay for expense or something like that.

Yeah yeah sure.

So he's made several lazy circles, and I've put out my smoke, but I'm all casual. thinking about getting ready to go, but not quite. And he's facing away from me, and towards the downhill incline that leads away from the park and off towards and through the Science Center parking lot and into the West side of the downtown core. So he turns and say:

Thanks for the bike, sucker.

My first thought was, and I recall this vividly in a flash:

You've got to be kiddin' me?

But my body was already on its feet and running for him.

But! Incline and STP^2 (a tight bike with super quick pick-up) equal easily out race a smoker on foot trying to run and holler for help all at the same time.

Bye-bye bike, bye-bye.

For now?

What pisses me off most is that I didn't see it coming. I don't know exactly what point he turned on me—it likely was right from go—but in the review of situation, I hear him telling me his intent to ride away on my bike the whole time I thought he was being friendly. However, at the time, because of the…um…whatever…there was a certain degree of trust extended in the situation which, sad to say, excluded hearing what he was saying for what he wanted me to be hearing.

That I, of all fuckin' people didn't get the message until it was too late, well shit, like I said initially, the guy is obviously a pro.

But, while I can respect the brazen courage it took to heist my bike in exactly that manner, I also feel that these sorts of pro are the most sinister of all.

Like me, they play by their own rules, or try to as I try to, and for them, this means using the same rules that I do, but for vastly ulterior motives. Not fun but fucker.

And that's what irks me about this the most. Keep the bike—it's gonna' hurt you and hurt you good, and when the cops scrape you off the road and load you into the ambulance, then, because the STP^2 survives every crash because it's a Giant bike, and Giant bikes kick your ass while staying pretty pristine, or so I've heard from Other Giant riders and from my own experience, well my slick and clever friend, that's when I'll get my bike back as the serial numbers trace it legally back to me, mother fucker.

Enjoy.

Posted: Sun, Sep. 11th, 2005 04:54

Posted: Tue, Sep. 6th, 2005 22:56

Yeah, here's some reality from my life to your eyes.

Enjoy.