Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Saturday, December 27, 2008

nothing lasts forever

Though there was general agreement on the bench today that fruit cake makes a pretty  good run at it, seasonally speaking.  Keep on chooglin', Mr. Melton.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

proper workmanlike graffiti

The hallmark of graffiti has got to be location. B. Bridger has chosen to deface Stonehenge in what could be a single day orgy of scraping or, I'm guessing more likely, B. made a coupla visits. Descendants of Bridger will gather in the interior of Stonehenge tomorrow 12/21/2oo8 at 12:04 PM (GMT) to mark the the precise occasion of the Winter Solstice. We here on the Left Coast will needs arise at 4:04 AM to mark our own appreciation of the moment. To that end reviele will be sounded at 3:30 AM.  All decks on hand by 4:00 sharp

Friday, December 19, 2008

Saturday, December 13, 2008

the best possible encounter with this movie is NOT this reworking

As memorable encounters with movies go my first in depth (stoned) viewing of this movie occurs some times in the 60's,  a memorable time in and of itself despite hypotheses to the contrary by persons who may have observed from greater or lesser distances but who clearly were not really there but who nonetheless have a quarter-baked notion of the singularity that was the decade.  Anyhow, I chanced upon this movie the old fashioned way as have many: late  night showing quiet too quiet nothing for it but to dwell on the existential and ontologic implications of such a story as this, dwelling comfortably enough to conclude that not only was a real life rendition of this story  possible but likely, a thought brought home by the second thought  "that'd be cool".   Given the proclivities of the human race I've observed over the intervening fifty mostly odd years I wonder that Klaatu would even bother to stop by to offer his counsel a second time. In short, if you collected the original late night experience in your younger days there would seem to be little reason to subject your self to this reworking.  But the existence/ontology questions remain.  They are more accessible here in 1951. 

Friday, December 5, 2008

reader's digest most unforgetable character

its about living in the moment
I'll remember you when the wind 
Blows through the piney wood
It was you who came right through
It was you who ulnderstood
Though I'd never say
That I done it the way
That you'd have liked me to
In the end,
My dear sweet friend
I'll remember you
--Bob Dylan

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

delusional plainly, but the grandeur of it you see...

 Won't have W to kick around much longer. What ever will the lefty pinko pundits pundt upon prospectively?
  
 Me, I'll kind of miss the desperate laughter around the discussion of W and his entourage from hell. 
 O sure, I'll really miss his inability to speak English and form a compound sentence at the same time but you know come to think of it there is something alluring about listening to someone career through a speech only to to seemingly conclude by swallowing his own tale then smile a wan little bit before scurrying away, don't you think? 
 Won't miss the run on sentences.
 O right the mission from god part. That really was a bummer, won't miss that.   
 I will miss the feeling of time suspended while W repeated himself einsteinianly  which feeling had a certain reverse neverland quality in which time stood still AND you got older- a circumstance not without its curious ontologic moments. Whoa! I see my tale just before me. Quitting while ahead seems prudent.

Monday, December 1, 2008

architecture in and of itself is the massage

An icon of a country, its designer miffed at the final result and now passed,  stands as an irrefragable architectural triumph deluxe.

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