Sunday, May 9, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
the shit & the shitola
tag words. scary thing in a world where, hey! guess what? the library of freakin congress, where you couldn't einstein your way through their insane copyright submissions for the last hundred years, now has every damn thing you ever didn't think the better of saying, er tweeting logged into their space pod for the future archive. aint it grand.
problem is, this here blog is about as effective for addressing the problem as say, all my others about the war and the other war, and the other wars too. ie, not at all. just more plethora. the new prez can still walk right over constitutional anything and institute whole new law forms any day he like. so can congress. so apparently can the library of congress. aint no thang.
redress? petition? riot? nope. file paperwork to the supreme court and keep working your day job while you wait for the reply. and the re-filing. and the delays. and the lost case, and the re-filing. and then at last, 18 months later, a court date to present any additional substantive materials to demonstrate why you think it is un-f'ing speakable that without signatures or agreement or privacy considerations or any constitutional regard whatsoever, we now have our not-private-because-they-are-posted-to-the-public-timeline conversations logged for posterity. be so cool if everyone in there filed copyright suits against the LOC, infringement and royalties and the whole nine yards ;) just think, 50 million lawsuits, how fun.
allow me to illustrate a timeline: wire-tapping circa watergate. "security" hidden cameras installed in every parking garage, and then every mom and pop in the country. "this conversation may be recorded for training purposes". i'm not cranky, i just like to be asked. based on my understanding of the inherent qualities of being an american, most esp that stuff about speech/press/assembly/redress rights to. obeying the posted speed limit on a public roadway-fine; it's a given. archive my speech which is... copyrighted by me and me alone? first you need my signature, then you need to pay me a royalty.
going through the airport the other day i had my boots fondled and then my scarf and then me, and a wet cloth passed over some materials to see if any "residue" showed up- i assume they were looking for semen stains or something, blood spatters? they said something about explosives and such but how my boots would've gotten into that sort of scrape i can't imagine. the touching and fondling is bad enough, these frigging pervs can't just get the fuck out of my way and let me travel in peace without a bunch of mindless kowtowing to the biggest scam since the clotheless emporer. but then, talk of explosives? is that an accusation? cuz i like to know when i am being accused of something. or anyone else is either.
sure takes the fun out of flying. i love flying, i love airports. watching planes take off and land is an old pasttime of mine, i love it. if i ever feel out of touch with say the larger picture or the world pulse, i just go watch the flights at the airport and try to imagine how many people with how many lives and stories and best dinner outfits are packed and standing inline, waiting to see whomever in a handful of hours on the other side of the world. and each one? full up with: dreams, of their own, for loved ones, hopes, real and imagined stories-every holy thing all gathered up and it's only 9 am and there's still a whole day of flights left. (btw. the number of tag-triggers in this one post is now huge.)
this country has finally dumbed down so completely no one even remembers a time when you were actually expected to think for yourself, and speaking up was how to impress, not get hit w the storm troopers' taser. it's fucking terrifying out there. if i hear one more person actually say president obama with respect i think i'm going to vomit. like the man's name makes him any different from the last guy. and saying it has anything to do with his color just makes you out for the racist you actually are.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
leader ships
no doubt: planes are flying a lot higher than they used. i know i've mentioned it before but if you do it a lot, you really feel that. it's HIGH up there! serious. the air's all thin and really cold, y'know, birds don't even want to do that. i don't know im a land animal maybe, not some damn moon rocket experiment.
it's nice not to have all the knocking around and pockets of that hilarious word "turbulence". actually, "turbo lance" when things start flying but don't let me make you nervous. hmm.
ok enuff about too-high airplanes. back to me: what was i eating? kale in a little apple cider vinegar bath, really subtle, and a ginger-miso tofu steak (whatever, i like it) and short grain rice w homemade gomashio. in the key of d.
d because the song ive been working on putting down is in d. d because the song i have stuck in my head that someone else is working on is in d. on the violin that's d for "deserves". and because i was ruined early on violin as a youngun, i cant make my mind remember any other lineup but violin lineup: e,a,d,g. ask me what guitar string im playing and i have to convert, first to violin and then piano-and finally guitar. that's the order i learned em in but not properly so that's how i remember. move from first position fingering to third and everything changes again.
reminds me of this little breakfast place just outside the grand canyon, they had little place mats with the fret and strings of all kinds of instruments. kind of thing you take with you when you get the check; that, and matchbooks.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
when in the course of human events
"whom does the grail serve?"
la folie perceval, 1330 a.d.
these are pictures of the bronze? sculpture at the rothko chapel in houston, a place you absolutely have to stop in at if you're in town; next to rock n robin vintage guitars which is just around the corner ;) it's the place.
oh and btw, rnr guitars aren't making those bumper stickers with their logo anymore. i was extremely bummed to find out cuz i had just sold a guitar with my last one on the case. boy, end of an era all over the place! cafe des artistes?! found out literally walking past on west 67th: gone last august. hunh? baby greens in austin? the drive-thru salad place where you could get great soups and a salad rollup and tea and be on your merry way...they were opening other branches all over town and then in oct: gone. all of em.
i thought the slow evaporation of pay phone booths was eerie but that weren't nuthin.
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