Archive for March, 2010

Graffiti from Les Jours de Mai, 1968

March 31, 2010

“Revolution is the ecstasy of history.”
“Open the nurseries, the universities and all the other prisons.”

“It is forbidden to forbid.”

“Down with the spectator commodity society.”

“I take my desires for reality because I believe in the reality of my desires.”

“Underneath the paving stones, the beach!”
“We won’t ask for anything.  We won’t demand anything.  We’ll just take and occupy.”
“Be realistic –– demand the impossible.”

“Humanity will be happy the day the last bureaucrat is hung with the guts of the last capitalist.”
“The tears of a philistine are the nectar of the Gods.”

“Those who go halfway down the path of revolution dig their own graves.”

“Boredom is counterrevolutionary.”
“In a society that has abolished every kind of adventure the only adventure that remains is to abolish society.”

“Don’t liberate me –– I’ll take care of that.”

“We will have good masters as soon as everyone is their own.”

“Never work.”
“Conflict is the origin of everything.”

“Coming soon to this location: charming ruins.”
“The most beautiful structure is a paving stone thrown at a cop’s head.”
“Down with the abstract.  Long live the ephemeral.”
“Practice wishful thinking.”
“Unbutton your mind as often as your fly.”

“Happiness is hanging your landlord.”

“I don’t know how to write but I would like to say beautiful things and I don’t know how.”

(Thanks to Andrew Mueller, Situationist International and Bureau of Public Secrets.


March 29, 2010

Oh, legions of adoring devotees!  How cruel of me to leave you alone for so long!  How dare I disappear for two weeks (more or less) without an e-trace!  How callous and cruel of me!  You probably had no idea how to behave!  But not all rulers are benevolent, eh?

Allow me to justify.  The reasons for my absence being:

1. A roommate making aliyah (of sorts) to Rio de Janeiro, and engaging in myriad heated phone conversations in Portuguese.  Yelling in a foreign tongue throws off my concentration.

2. In relation to 1, packing for above move, as I have to vacate my current home, too, which, when all is said and done, I believe will be a blessing.

3. Tendinitis!  (To the tune of “Reproduction” from the flick Grease 2.)  I got it in my left wrist, yes, just from typing too much!  I like to say “writing too much” as it makes me sound like less of a computer geek, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, all adnoid voice, “I made it to level Q32 hehehe.”  Also in an attempt to look like less of an ass (this of the pudgy, Cat Fancy-reading secretary variety) I’ve put my ice pack in a Chanel shoe bag (with a Miller Lite wristband I got in a bar for free holding it in place.)

4. Finishing a book!  Damn, that shit is hard.  Nothing more to say about that.

5. Regular work.  BOH-ring.

6. Surveying my adoring citizens about very important matters, such as what they think their brains look like and what their favorite dance scenes in movies are.

7. Reviewing this book Rock and Hard Places: Travels to Backstages and Frontlines and Assorted Sideshows by Andrew Mueller.  Quite bumbling and very British but not nearly as deplorable as I expected.  He’s also given me an idea of some destinations for my future, most notably Bosnia and Edinburgh during its “festival”…of what, I have no idea:

“As for Edinburgh, I know I haven’t a hope.  I’ve arrived in the middle of the city’s annual festival, without even any official attachment to the literary component of the event –– and even for big names with bottomless resources, attracting attention in Edinburgh during the festival is difficult, for the fairly fundamental reason that in Edinburgh during the festival it often feels like there are more performers than there are punter.s  For the duration of the festival, the normally famously staid city goes, in the most genial and least pejorative sense of the word, crazy.  By which I mean that if, after the previous Edinburgh Festival I’d attended in 2006, I’d entered some hypothetical contest to find the most bizarre one-line reminiscence of the event, my own submission (‘I hosted a three night stand at the Underbelly by England’s greatest living songwriter, shook hands with Sean Connery, accidentally kidnapped a waitress and compared favourite Onion stories with a former vice-president of the United States’) though no word a lie, would have struggled to crack the top ten thousand.”

And clearly the highlight of all above is “accidentally kidnapped a waitress.”

A demain!

Dreams Dreamers Dream

March 25, 2010

A friend and I are embarking on a journey in our Jungian collective unconscious…see below…anyone is welcome to participate, regardless of silly dreams! Email once first to “register” or introduce yourself…


dear dreamers,

i’m interested in your dreams! i’m sure you are, too. i’m interested in lots of different things about dreams, and who dreams what…

dreams are easy to forget, especially if you never share them or write them down. often upon writing or relating a dream to someone, details you thought you’d forgotten emerge and the sensations from your slumber return. fragments of dreams are also welcome. and updates, if extra pieces come to you later in the day, are encouraged. please be honest about your dreams: we’ve all murdered people and had sex with people and done lots of stuff we’re not necessarily vocal about in our waking life…

i have no detailed systematic plan for this project. this is the data gathering phase. i’m not an expert in dreams. i can’t offer you any personalized dream analysis or interpretation. instead, i’m hoping to encourage documentation of your dreams. they may help us all unravel the collective unconscious underpinning our time… or they may just entertain while remaining mysteriously meaningless.

send dreams to feel free to send nightmares too. feel free to include elaborations, thoughts about what might have triggered a particular element of your dream… don’t be shy! we all know creepy weird stuff happens in dreams–sex, drugs, crime, infidelity, etc…

please send them from the same email address so I can keep track of whose dreams belong to whom. you don’t have to give me your name/identity. if you’re a friend, feel free to create an anonymous email account and relate your dreams to me as though you’re a stranger. you also dont have to name the people in your dreams, just describe who they are in relation to you. i may ask for clarification. know that i won’t share your dreams with anyone in any identifiable way. there are no permission or consent forms to sign, but i take your sending of dreams as permission to read them, discuss them, and write about them at some point in the future. try to send at least 1 dream a week to begin with. i’ll encourage you with reminder emails no more than once a month.

any questions? email

happy dreaming!

Katrina and ID

UPDATE: Woah, look at those stars cross their boundary!

My Ex Made My Birthchart

March 21, 2010

He says it’s “pretty.”  But…can one really be ugly?

Poem for JA

March 20, 2010

Who is in Guatemala right now…


I have penciled in the muse
for four-thirty tomorrow afternoon.
It will cost me $275
for a standard forty-five minutes.

I think I could keep going with this one?

This is a gift in response to a haiku that JA wrote me, but I will have to get his permission before publishing his lovely work here…

The Church of Karl Lagerfeld

March 20, 2010

Conceptual art piece: create the titular.

That’s very Victorian.
Yes, but there’s not one bit bad about the Victorian. Civilized living for me is like this. I’m not a chambermaid whom you can ring at every moment. Today, you know, most people act like they work at a switchboard in a hotel.

(Sidenote: this is one of about eight thousand great quotes in this seven page interview.  Ch-ch-check it out!

Netflix Guilt

March 18, 2010

I feel terrible when I keep my Netflix for too long and cannot get myself to watch them!  For example, I’ve had the following for the past week and a half:

Gimme Shelter (The Rolling Stones)

Full of classic renditions of “Sympathy for the Devil,” “Under My Thumb,” “Satisfaction,” “Jumping’ Jack Flash” and “Wild Horses,” this unvarnished documentary chronicles the Rolling Stones’ chaotic 1969 American tour.  Starting off on a high note at a riveting New York City show, the film concludes in the aftermath of the infamous Altamont Speedway gig, where Hell’s Angels hired as security brutalized concert-goers (even killing one.)

See, I know it’s kind of an important film to have seen, but for some reason, I cannot get myself to watch it.  I’m biting the bullet and sending it back.  Lord, forgive me.

Sidenote: how do I get a job writing synopses for Netflix?

This is the Funniest Thing I’ve Ever Seen

March 11, 2010

Based upon the best episode of a television show of ALL TIME!

In the Tradition of…

March 1, 2010

All those blogs that are popping up Random Obscure Celebrity Food Item Natural Phenomenon (i.e. Tom Selleck Waterfall Sandwich and Bea Arthur Pizza Waterfall), I propose:

Gary Coleman Waffles Architectural Monuments!

Thanks, LR, for aiding and abetting…

How Romantic

March 1, 2010

drugs and sex – m4w – 18 (nmb)
im 17 lookin 4 a girl who loves sex and drugs. holla

thank you craigslist!