Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Oh the remembrance - first posted Monday, July 15, 2002

More streams of consciousness. Heart to mind. Soul to shoes. Lakes and children. Summer at dawn. Cars and passersby. Ecological disaster. Centralized spinning eatery. Bacon and eggs. Salt with taxes. The trashmen are here. Taking away my mistakes. Underneath it all. Piled high. Stop as fast as I think, guillotine. Lunch hammers, reckless dress. Vertical sun pants. Leather speak and spells. Glass hierarchy. Fortitude of the mind. Here to there. Vast out reach. Variant anomaly. Boxing for money. Star search. Art for hire. Left over emotions. ¶ 7:01 AM
The time is here. Distant pings and beats of your unconscious awake. Gently pushing and pulling, back and forth like that of a rocking chair in slow motion. Ever constant even when you're not aware. Silent mornings paused in time. The world moves around you. We get lost in it all. We get lost in our minds. No one knows what your thinking. Your thoughts are there and they run free. Pulses of sound, rhythmic, persistent. Ambient waves with distortions of voices looped. I will never be able to stop time. It happens even without me. Until I act. Act against it. Use it to satisfy my own wants. Direct the illusions. Now move on to scene two.

Past Conversations of yesteryear gone by my dear friend

DsgnService: steal the eats, breaklunch you wealthy abyss
recyc9000: thor's middle extended through atmospheric ruby
DsgnService: extensions of the past .god
recyc9000: copy paste inhibit
DsgnService: preforated abandon left envelopes of turnkey waste, new patterns to the voluminous lifestyle
recyc9000: congratulations panther your meat feels slippery down the soft turn of our dinner fest
DsgnService: cusps the handshake of a million tribes
recyc9000: cranberry explosion of fluid emission
DsgnService: new wholesale glands stay 2 free nights
recyc9000: relapse the national credit motive in discreet parcels to be sold at the westinghouse fashion mall
DsgnService: buy 1 get 10 free minus arms
DsgnService: the blistfull wintertime wonder that creeps through the feet and makes the arms remote the hands to various sing sing rhythm
recyc9000: sock puppet infedelity in the frozen hemisphere cross strung innocense
DsgnService: puppets request the robot text and save the new sovereign state
DsgnService: http://www.nyvietnamveteransmemorial.org/vvm/memorial_kempner.html
recyc9000: holy shit is this actually on that monument?
DsgnService: I think so
DsgnService: we should make our way to new york at some point
DsgnService: im building the directory right now, thats how I found that site
recyc9000: directory for what?
recyc9000: new york?
DsgnService: yeah
DsgnService: http://www.new-york-hotels.bz/new-york/online-business-directory.htm
DsgnService: we need an office here http://www.rockcenterbizcenters.com/
recyc9000: for a rockerfeller company this site is lacking
DsgnService: yeah
DsgnService: yankee stadium doesnt even have a site
recyc9000: for real? wtf??????/
recyc9000: get on it
DsgnService: ill put a pic of a ball and a glove and the word why
DsgnService: i got a book on this lost city of Petra http://www.amnh.org/
recyc9000: fuckin crazy
DsgnService: hell yeah, city is 2000 plus years old carved out of the sides of this mysterious rock, its also in the bible
DsgnService: we can go there and shit
DsgnService: http://www.nycwax.com/index.cfm/bay/content.home.htm
DsgnService: j-lo's wax arse
recyc9000: hahaha, new york is the city of dreams
recyc9000: ya i'd be down to peeps the ancient ruins round the globe
DsgnService: yeah, what I read was awesome, you gots to take a tour on a donkey to get to that city
DsgnService: a dude will guide you there for money
DsgnService: thats where we will have our visions
recyc9000: hahahah now we're talking...that's indiana jones shit
recyc9000: fuck ya, talk to mohamadean angels lookin for a fix
DsgnService: 2000 years of history could lead to some serious mind alteration
recyc9000: hell ya
DsgnService: drinking fermented cacti plants and peyote
recyc9000: alright man i'm outta this slumhole...i'll be in context
DsgnService: yeah, laters goomba
recyc9000: latex
DsgnService: lates

I like Paul McCarthy

Ooooh this starts right when I get to LA

Hooray for Art and the people that love it and display it. This is showing at MOCA Nov. 19th as we arrive in LA.

Skin + Bones: Parallel Practices in Fashion and Architecture

Will I see you there?

I like Roy Lichtenstein

I like Jasper Johns

I like Robert Rauschenberg



Visit MOCA LA

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Creative writing! Hoooray@@

Check out the latest post. Alli maybe we can start this again and maybe it will make you a little bit happier. I wrote the newest post.

The inners and outers of circular involvement in regards to consciousness acceptance with breath being the god engine

Monday, August 21, 2006

Sabrina Scary


Ew. She has always scared me. I don't know why she's happy or why she wears masks and stuff but I've always found myself drawn to the site over the years. I don't know what the hell they say on that site because I don't speak the Japanese. She's scary Sabrina. Go see!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

smithsthshtshhtshsss

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology

Come round ...
'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over my face


A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on Prisoner's Aid
He killed a policeman when he was
Thirteen
And somehow that really impressed
Me
And it's written all over my face


Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's written all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the
Railway station
It's all over my face
Oh ...

Saweeeet

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Favorite Part of DCA



I'm a sucker for anything D, and CA, and when you put them to impecably composed music...thats what I'm talkin' about, Bob.

33 days and counting.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Quiznos- i love you v2.0

Best. Commercial. Ever... I must repeat.

although, I used to be terrified of their teeth.

Still am.

wanna see the original Spongemonkeys in action?

Quiznos - i love you



Best commercial ever for a food joint.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Guess What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keanu Reeves Does NOT Suck!

the end.

The Ruiners

The Ruiners Suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Except Liz and Rick, well maybe just Liz. Just met the ruiners in Oslo, Norway and talked to Liz half the night. Cool girl, down to earth, but her band... WTF. What a bunch of lame ass assholes. Erik was cool but damien the drummer was a fucking jerk off. I felt like I was back in 7th grade arguing with this douchebag about WW2 and his grandpappy fighting in the army. Guess what Damien, the fucking war wasn't about you or your grandpappy or your fucking stupid ego. So fuck you and your sly remarks made after you walked away. And the fact you walked a half mile then came back to take a whole pack of a Norwegians proud cuban cigars to smoke later just shows how much of a douchebag you are. And after I saw you the second time walking home, to have your long nose, long faced, long haired band member give me attitude was just over the edge. I said what I thought about you and your crap band, let alone what I said to Damien who was too busy trying to hook up with the norwegian marketeer to notice. Fuck you. Your sound is old news. Sorry Liz of "the ruiners" but your band name says it all. You might think about joining a band who isn't so into themselves and start playing with musicians who are smart. Are all people from detroit this lame? You're the first and last I wish to meet.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

FRENCH CONNECTION


The Ondes Martenot was one of the earliest 20th-century electronic musical instruments, and found favour with composers of avant-garde orchestral works for many years. Now, thanks to Cornish company Analogue Systems, it's getting a new lease of life...

Johnny Greenwood is an outspoken champion of the Ondes Martenot, a very early synthesizer, which he lists as one of his favorite instruments. The Ondes was popularized by French composer Olivier Messiaen, Greenwood's musical idol. Greenwood has composed a piece entitled Smear for a pair of Ondes Martenot. The Ondes can be heard on many Radiohead tracks, notably "The National Anthem", "How to Disappear Completely" from Kid A and "Cymbal Rush" from "The Eraser. Due to the inherent fragility of antique electronic instruments of this type and time period, an analogue keyboard controller developed at Greenwood's behest by the company French Connection is instead utilized during live Radiohead appearances to control his analogue modular synthesizers. In addition, other devices such as the Korg Kaoss Pad have been introduced on newer tracks and integrated into the live shows as well.

Sound on Sound article about the French Connection

French Connection

thom yorke cymbal rush

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I like his sounds...

Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
In the harrowdown hill
Where you went to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I'm for spare parts, broken up

What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up