Right now I'm elbow deep in science. Just thought you should know.

No, I yawp that as an explanation, why there are no complaints from this corner of the globe, so sure, I choose to complain on behalf of others. But not because I have nothing else. I've been buried in earthquakes, and stumping for the union, because every time I hear about what to ( Read more... )

Poor poor. They don't know when to fall off the face of the earth or anything. When a cyclone hits you, or you are dismissed as a voting bloc by the media, or such things, you're supposed to just fuck off. Not complain about how "college educated" is really code for "wealthy wannabes." You're supposed to just scrounge around, clear the bodies out ( Read more... )

I don't watch American Idol, but I do depressingly hit the Google News every once in a while and if there is proof positive that we suck, it's the revelation that "America's favorite singers" don't know any actual classic American songs... [and everyone's okay with this?] so they learned to sing by osmosis? electro-shock therapy? MTV in the ( Read more... )

I live in the Pacific Northwest, and I'm broke... [technically, that was two, but:]

Dear Kanye,

I regretfully will not be able to see you embarrass yourself in TN this year. While the sadist in me would like nothing more to see you blown off the stage when set up against the likes of musicians B.B. King, Willie Nelson, Robert Plant & Alison Krauss, ( Read more... )

Ah yes, and a fist in the air for those dock workers who shut down 30 ports today, by, well, not doing anything. It's a rare and beautiful thing when courage and laziness coincide. Just a little reminder that there's really nothing you can do when the People make up their mind. It's a nice alternative to the fucking chaos of "order" we see every ( Read more... )

That title works on so many levels.

I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
-Allen Ginsberg

My copy of The Dubliners was printed in 1966. Its price is printed right on the cover: $1.45. Today it ( Read more... )

I reread The Dead last week. That's it.

But we are living in a sceptical, and if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, may lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to a older day. -Gabriel, "The Dead", James Joyce

Of ( Read more... )

Prowling in the wilderness, it just takes time to set these adventures up. You can't just hop on anything and end up anywhere anymore, you're likely to get picked up as some type of degenerate. What happened to being afraid of people like me and letting us be? Now everyone wants to take their guns and shit and make us GO HOME. Me? A home? Never. If ( Read more... )

I'm tired of class consciousness tonight. Try this on:

Trouble with you is you don't do plenty night zazen especially when it's cold out, that's best, besides you should get married and have halfbreed babies, manuscripts, homespun blankets and mother's milk on your happy ragged mat floor like this one. Get yourself a hut house not too far from town ( Read more... )

Last night was a record to be broken,
It broke all over the kitchen floor.
"Be My Somebody" - Norah Jones, Not Too Late, Blue Note Records 2007

I never really listen to anything until it's been out for awhile. You got to get that popular wave "radio stink" off of it. When the next wave of record industry junk comes out, only the good stuff still gets ( Read more... )