Saul Williams at The Social, Orlando 11/05/09

Nov 5th at The Social, Orlando

Saul Williams

respectfully...

respectfully..

respectfully

Gesellschaft ist tott

(Pardon the grammatically erroneous German)

What is it that makes one "cool"? Is it the awesome (yet unknown) band's tee they're wearing? or is it the expensive, sweat-shop produced, bedazzled, (super-) low v-necked tee they're rocking? The $700 pumps from Milan? Or maybe its the $200 coloring job on their hair?

It's exclusivity.

By exclusivity I'm not just talking about monetary exclusivity or rarity, this could also stand for people's ideas, thoughts or even behavior. the Masons were a super-exclusive society of the major figures of history passed, were all these people cool? I doubt it.

So how do you take it when somebody calls you cool? Are you supposed to thank them? Doesn't that make you uncool? Or are you supposed to brush them off and tell them to fuck off?

And if you are the one people claim as being cool, do you actually feel cool? Don't lie to yourself, do you? Do you feel like the whole world revolves around your little finger? Do you feel like your "coolness" is so heavy that there are a bunch of uncool social-peasants orbiting around your kingly cool?

So, do you actually feel cool?

Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not giving my ego a Ron Jeremy style mono-person blow job, but people call me cool all the time. Why they do so is beyond me. Agreed, I am somewhat of a musical Christopher Columbus, I can hold my own in an intelligent conversation (if I feel like it), I have Bozo the Clown's sense of humor and mirrors don't shatter when I look into them. I'm not calling myself the super-erudite Adonis of every male-loving person's dreams, I'm just saying I'm competent.

So why exactly am I cool? I don't try to be cool, I don't own any good clothing to speak of, everything i own is old/torn/thrift store bought (and I don't mean that in a cool way). I'd like to have some new clothes that fit me better but the means are beyond me.

I guess nowadays coolness is the same as having style. People follow trends and fashions and try to be stylish all the time, take for example Mr. Too-fuckin'-cool-to-be-here (I am currently in a food court in a mall in Tampa, FL). He's an amalgamation of everything that's considered cool nowadays (admittedly not by everyone): a precariously cocked baseball cap, a dragon embroidered shirt, jeans that look like he killed a couple of small Ethiopian children to pay for with their blood, neon colored sneakers that are a few sizes too big, carefully shaved hairline (with fake edges) and a trixie-looking girlfriend perched on fifteen foot tall stilts that double as high-heeled shoes. Basically this gentleman of urban-decadence is the prime example of our society's ideal cool.

Do you think he's cool? Maybe my description's not good enough (or slightly embellished) but to me the man looks like the epitome of materialistic douche-baggery. Him and Ms. Plastic-titted-Barbie-wannabe; who is looking at poor little me with such disdain, with my unshaven face, tousled hair and poor-man's shorts: aka cut-off jeans (I will be touching up on this in a few minutes), and lint-laden hoodie (It's a chilly day for fuck's sake!) Let me throw her a little smile, there. Now where was I? yes, These two are prime examples of how we now live in a Subway society.

"Subway society? What the fuck is that?" you ask. Patience little one, i am about to tell you.

When you walk into a Subway restaurant you are tempted to pile on every topping you see onto your sandwich just because it is there. people are the same way about their lives, piling on clothing and chemicals and possessions and little pieces of papers proclaiming them social gods, therefore - Subway society. Get it?

So we live in a Subway society, how do we break away from piling our lives with "stuff"? - i really don't know but awareness is the first step. Acceptance would be good too but being aware is good enough for now. Change will come soon after.

Wait! I said I'll talk about cut-off shorts, so here. The re-emergence of this long dead style is linked to the rise in popularity of biking. Full length pants aren't ideal for biking. I have cut most of my jeans into jorts (Jeans-shORTS - JORTS... ta-da!) because i do not own a car right now and I bike everywhere. jorts are now considered the non-mainstream mainstream cool because it is the unnoficial uniform of the bicycling bunch. Butt the more popular and "cool" biking becomes, the fashion and the attitudes of the whole "scene" becomes cooler still, so much so that you see douchebagsgs jumping out of their SUVs wearing jorts and Bicycle hats jusbecausese they are "cool". this is the kind odouchech-baggery I wanted to write about but ended up going on an almost-introspective tangent on. If I have bored you, I apologize.

But let this be known, Your greed and the pursuit of "cool" is the death of society.

Society is dead.

Gesellschaft ist tott.

Twenty Five

Alright, another year's gone by and am I going to look back and think about everything that's come and gone? Yes. Will i be mopey about it? Maybe so.

The truth be told, I've done a lot more than i thought i would (realistically) in the last one year. I finally moved, I'm not too far but I moved nonetheless. I work a shit-load, so nobody can even say that I'm lazy anymore. Three jobs to be exact.

And my personal life? I have somebody I adore and worship but I am sort of lacking in the friend department. My complete lack of a social life is my biggest gripe in life.

Second only to money. Three jobs and I cant seem o make enough money to live comfortably. Hopefully that will change in the next few months.

Oh well, fuck this.

Here's to another twenty five fuckin' years of up-hill climbing.

Cheers mother fucker.

Kim Lenz & her Jaguars

I'm back!...

I'm coming...

In a few days my pretties.

In a few days.

The good life.

"She just said she didn't want to..."

it has been a while, hasn't it?

Well, a lot has changed. And a lot more is about to change. I move in a little bit more than a week.

What will happen then? Will I blog?.... Not as often as I'd like but I will be twittering incessantly.

@FakeAvi

I must head off now kiddies. Off to bed.

Rest in peace.

"I must, above all things, love myself.

That I must above all things, love myself.

That I must above all things, love myself."

The Fulgurator

Perfect!

" Sita Sings the Blues" by Nina Paley

I just watched this little video for the first time today and I have just one thing to say; phenomenal!

Here's a little note from the creator, Nina Paley (taken from her website) -

Dear Audience,

I hereby give Sita Sings the Blues to you. Like all culture, it belongs to you already, but I am making it explicit with a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike License. Please distribute, copy, share, archive, and show Sita Sings the Blues. From the shared culture it came, and back into the shared culture it goes.

You don't need my permission to copy, share, publish, archive, show, sell, broadcast, or remix Sita Sings the Blues. Conventional wisdom urges me to demand payment for every use of the film, but then how would people without money get to see it? How widely would the film be disseminated if it were limited by permission and fees? Control offers a false sense of security. The only real security I have is trusting you, trusting culture, and trusting freedom.

That said, my colleagues and I will enforce the Share Alike License. You are not free to copy-restrict ("copyright") or attach "Digital Rights Management" (DRM) to Sita Sings the Blues or its derivative works.

Some of the songs in Sita Sings the Blues are not free, and may never be; copyright law requires you to obey their respective licenses. This is not by my choice; please see our restrictions page for more.

There is the question of how I'll get money from all this. My personal experience confirms audiences are generous and want to support artists. Surely there's a way for this to happen without centrally controlling every transaction. The old business model of coercion and extortion is failing. New models are emerging, and I'm happy to be part of that. But we're still making this up as we go along. You are free to make money with the free content of Sita Sings the Blues, and you are free to share money with me. People have been making money in Free Software for years; it's time for Free Culture to follow. I look forward to your innovations.

If you have questions, please ask each other. If you have ideas, please implement them - you don't need my permission or anyone else's (except for the copyright-restricted songs, of course). If you see abuses, please address them, but don't get bogged down in arcane details of copyright law. The copyright system wants you to think in terms of asking permission; I want you to think in terms of freedom. We've set up this Wiki to get things started. Feel free to improve it!

I've got to get back to my life now, and make some new art. Thanks for your support! This film wouldn't exist without you.

Love,

--Nina Paley
28 February, 2009

Here's a little 11 minute preview of the video:


And here is the full video.

Support Nina Paley. Donate here.

Here...

The blind tribunals of the unholy martyrs crawling with the many untruths that make or break any little monkey-hearted bastard into a pansy assed ball-sack is what makes the lower lip of the sucker of a dead donkey's rotting teat have a quivering lip not unlike a little baby when you pinch it.

how's that for disturbing?... :)

Mercier Kilo TT

Now that is what I'm gonna get when my tax refund comes in.

Isn't she a beaut?

Mercier Bikes - Kilo TT

Sigur Rós @ MOMA

Shot live at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City on Icelandic Independence Day, Sigur Rós @ MoMA is a unique concert film highlighting new material from the band's latest album, "Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust", as well as classic Sigur Rós songs. Directed by Alex Simmons.

Track Listing:
Glósoli
Sé Lest
Við spilum endalaust
Sæglópur
Icelandic National Anthem
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Hoppípolla
Gobbledigook

tonight

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

— Sigmund Freud

Hobo Code

As inscribed in the Annual Convention Congress of the Hoboes of America held on August 8, 1894 at the Hotel Alden, 917 Market St., Chicago Illinois;

1.-Decide your own life, don't let another person run or rule you.

2.-When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be a gentleman at all times.

3.-Don't take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals or other hobos.

4.-Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but insure employment should you return to that town again.

5.-When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts.

6.-Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals treatment of other hobos.

7.-When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.

8.-Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.

9.-If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.

10.-Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.

11.-When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances, cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an extra crew member.

12.-Do not cause problems in a train yard, Another hobo will be coming along who will need passage thru that yard.

13.-Do not allow other hobos to molest children, expose to authorities all molesters, they are the worst garbage to infest any society.

14.-Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.

15.-Help your fellow hobos whenever and wherever needed, you may need their help someday.

16.-If present at a hobo court and you have testimony, give it, whether for or against the accused, your voice counts!

Anonanimal

- Andrew Bird

Paulette Goddard reading Balzac

Clifford Stoll

Clifford Stoll on TED.com
Uploaded by skoot421

Sleep eludes me.

Another sleepless night filled with monstrous thoughts and stressful visions.

Flurrying thoughts swirl around in my head, sort of like a Van Gogh. Will tomorrow make any more sense than today did? Will it?

Will it?...

Tender-sweet, this monster lies dormant, waiting. Hungry, screaming and totally fucking horny (as in with horns and not needing to fornicate).

Ideas mesh together into one big pile of turd-like glory. Shit-ball nonsensicality. All creativity has disappeared, I really have no inspiration to even fart artistically. The fakeness of having people believe that life in itself is a work of art (which is true), but the whole repetitiveness of the everyday mundane destroys all of the uniqueness and some of the cheekiness of life becoming art. Art becomes life, and this my kin and kind, is when you smash your head against a wall.

Why leave you ask? Well, this is why - I am bored!

I'm sorry to say this, but mental-coherance hit me like a shit-ton of bricks one fine morning and my spirit was thrown out of my physically stagnating body. It is not because of you, or you, or you.... the lack of excitement in my life is to blame.

And how am I going to bring said excitement back into my boring, mundane, existance? CHANGE!

Change is what i shall do. Change where I live, change the scenery, change everything.

This may not be the answer but it will heal some of the psychological and karmic boo-boos caused by conforming.

A sheep I am not.

A sheep I am not.

I am me.

Margarita Carmen Cansino

(a.k.a. Rita Hayworth)

Carts of Darkness

- Murray Siple

One Crazy Ride

One night only!

Kurt says

And so it was.

And so it goes.

And so it will be.

"You're an alcoholic, but I still love you."

It's just one of those days...

I'm surrounded by people but I still feel lonely.

Is it just me or is this a thing that's going around?

Everybody Here Wants You - Jeff Buckley

Women

I don't understand women.

The people closest to me are women but their behavior still confuses me. Sometimes, they know what is coming at them but they still stand in the path of the bullet.

Don't get me wrong, I love them to death. I couldn't live without them.

The people I am closest to are women.

I may not understand women, but I still love them.

I love women.

Hamlet Act 1, scene 2, 146

"Frailty, thy name is woman!"

Gallo + Ricci + King Crimson = Greatness!

Beer

from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell

- Charles Bukowski

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

These are the songs that play in my head as I'm walking down the street.

Drowning in Sound

Here you go ladies and gentlemen, my first foray into the world of podcasting; Iggy Sunshine's Drowning in Sound.

I have no idea if this will work or not, let's wait and see.

And the link you ask....

well....

Drowning in Sound

Æon

Tonight I am alone,
Staring blankly at the sea.
Tomorrow I will pick up the phone
And give a call to thee.

Remember my name
As I leave this place tonight
For tomorrow I will be far
After a long, long flight.

Æons will pass before
you even realize I am gone.
Many months (actually four)
We'll pass talking on the phone.

Will you call me after?
Will you even remember my name?
Only time will tell
If you even like this game.

Do you regret or fret
The deeds that you have done?
Do you feel like you've let
Everybody down?

Close your eyes little one
It's really not your fault.
Come now, lets have some fun
Throw your problems aside.

Come,
Play games and rejoice.
Come,
Sing songs with a pretty voice.

I need a Camera and a 120 gig Zune before I leave.

I doubt I'm gonna last long without my music.

Shit...

In the name of Amon. Amen.

The puzzle is finally falling into place.

Or so I think....

Housing arrangements for the future are in the talks, life as such is being worked upon.

I must climb Gebel Barkal, the birthplace of the gods!

Hello, goodbye.

I want these...

Jeremy Scott x Adidas Winged Trainers.

Idol worship

Karl Lagerfeld

Interview of Haikus era Om

An interview with Al Cisnero and ex-member Chris Haikus of Om at Amoeba Records.

Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 7

• Gertrude. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
  So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

• Laertes. Drown'd! O, where?

• Gertrude. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
  That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
  There with fantastic garlands did she come
  Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
  That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
  But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
  There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
  Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
  When down her weedy trophies and herself
  Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide
  And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
  Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
  As one incapable of her own distress,
  Or like a creature native and indued
  Unto that element; but long it could not be
  Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
  Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
  To muddy death.

• Laertes. Alas, then she is drown'd?

• Gertrude. Drown'd, drown'd.

I almost forgot how much I love this song.... Almost.

Which is it, is man one of God’s blunders or is God one of man’s?

~ Nietzsche

Annie Leibovitz' layout for March's Vanity Fair

I've always loved everything Annie Leibovitz has done. I love how every picture she takes has such a close, homey feel to it. Always.

Here are a few pictures from the set.

Also, don't you love the colour scheme?

DANNY BOYLE and DEV PATEL, The Dickensians

DARREN ARONOFSKY and MICKEY ROURKE, The Ringers

SAM MENDES and KATE WINSLET, The Partnership

GUS VAN SANT and SEAN PENN, The Milk Men

PENÉLOPE CRUZ and WOODY ALLEN, The Odd Couple

RON HOWARD and TOM HANKS, The Classicists

NICOLE KIDMAN and BAZ LUHRMANN, The Colonists

MERYL STREEP and JOHN PATRICK SHANLEY, The Undoubted

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN and the late HEATH LEDGER, The Risktakers

CLINT EASTWOOD, The Old Hand

Death Valley (for LiveEye TV)

- Boris

Ut ameris, amabilis esto.

Be amiable, then you'll be loved.

Eternity

-William Blake

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

Lucas Brunelle Productions

You have to check out his videos. What a crazy bunch of people.

Just click on the title to head on to his website.

Madness!

Her Morning Elegance

- Oren Lavie

Help me,

help Sarah.

My friend Sarah is the sweetest girl in the world and she needs a place to stay.... ASAP!

I was supposed to get an apartment with her but I've kinda changed my plans (more on that later) because I'm an insufferable douche-bag.

Does anybody need a room-mate?

I must say though, if you are creepy, stalkerish, questionable, a serial killer, an alien or just plain stupid don't even try.

Plus, if she doesn't feel comfy it's a no.

Take my word, I vouch for Sarah...

Call me... 813.420.4014

If you don't have a room for rent, call me none-the-less... she needs a place to crash for a bit....

Oh, and about me you ask?....

Well, I'm gonna be in tampa for a little bit more.... but as soon as my manager Joannie hires somebody and my transfer to Orlando is approved - I gots to go!

I'm sorry but thats the only way for me to stay sane....

But about Sarah, call me... ASAP!!!

Let the Music

- Louis XVI Burger

Let the music - Louis 16 Burger
by frenchfrog

to do list

• buy a camera (hopefully a Nikon D40)
• buy a laptop
• buy a Zune
• buy some waterproof saddlebags and a waterproof backpack
• buy a sleeping bag
• buy a good pocket knife
• hit the road (on my bike)
  

a schizophrenic's prayer

there are octagon optimists
rising above it all,
staring down at my eyes.
help me!

who told you to come into my head?

welcome home, master swine...
how have you been?
fine i hope. i killed your mind.

yo electric super-satan!
what brings you here?
When you liberate the young ones
remember to free their minds too.
when you break their inside
tear them apart from side to side.

lazarus, where are you going?
aren't you supposed to be dead?
fuckin' sheep!

lazarus you lecherous leper!
how dare you defy my command?
die a doomed death-life of damnation
you filthy crow-child!
die! die! die!

i have undid what has been done!
its a done-did deal now.

amen! hey man! amen!

Jammin' At Giza

(((((OM)))))

Electric Feel

(covered by Katy Perry)

Electric Feel (MGMT COVER) - Katy Perry

I'm in love with K.O.

FUCK MY LIFE.

I'm being thrown out of the house because I fell asleep at a friends house last night and couldn't play chauffeur to people.... How selfish can people get?

My car is being taken away from me (and I really need to get a bike.... I saw one on Craig's list...)

I think this is a good thing.

I'm still nervous though....

Fuck my life.

Life advice from Batman

Robin: "You can't get away from Batman that easy!"
Batman: "Easily."
Robin: "Easily."
Batman: "Good grammar is essential, Robin."
Robin: "Thank you."
Batman: "You're welcome."

Dick: "Gosh, Economics is sure a dull subject."
Bruce: "Oh, you must be jesting, Dick. Economics dull? The glamour, the romance of commerce... Hmm. It's the very lifeblood of our country's society."

Robin: "Where'd you get a live fish, Batman?"
Batman: "The true crimefighter always carries everything he needs in his utility belt, Robin."

Batman: "You're far from mod, Robin. And many hippies are older than you are."

Joker: "Let bygones be bygones. I'd like to shake hands with both of you. Can't we be friends?"
Robin: "I'd rather shake hands with a spitting cobra!"
Batman: "You're being cynical, Robin. To err is human, to forgive...divine."

Batman (about to cross the street): "Remember Robin, always look both ways."

Batman: "Ma Parker's girl is more dangerous than her three boys."
Robin: "Her legs sort of reminded me of Catwoman's."
Batman: "You're growing up, Robin. Remember, in crime-fighting always keep your sights raised."

Robin: "I am a little hungry."
Batman: "Of course, Robin. Even crime-fighters must eat. And especially you. You're a growing boy and you need your nutrition."

The well dressed Mr. Prez

Personally, I think President Obama is one of the most stylish presidents this country has ever seen.