The used computer I bought already died. I should’ve researched better but it turns out G5 iMacs were always a bit lemony. The seller nicely gave me a decent warranty so no big whoop.
I can’t make a knuckle sandwich with my right hand anymore because it’s messed up. Watch out for the lefty fake option.
circles
Golden Brown, texture like sun
This blog was down all day as I have one of the “cheap hosts.” That’s all I’ll say about it except that I’m glad it’s back as I was wanting to blog all day– except now that I had to be uppity with the tech support and I’m not going to blog about that, I’ve lost the essay steam.
I saw Teenage Jesus and the Jerks last week and Lydia Lunch blew my mind. I hung out with her and Cesar in New Orleans for a day or two in the early 90s. At that time, Lydia was a retired no wave punk and a poet. Holy hell. She hated New York then and I really don’t think there are words to describe what she feels about New York now.
I went to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. It was fun but the buttloads of tourists, the millions of muscle cars and classic cars, the billions of digital camera shot putt clicks, have placed it on a new plane. Development is coming. I want them to tear down the block on Beach Blvd with all the furniture stores and put the shopping mall there. Keep most of the cool Coney.
My nephew is in Ghana and my brother sent some emails that have been coming back. Almost half of one letter was about his iPod and how he could recharge it.
I can feel a more substantial blog with many links and feigned outrage coming soon…
I would love to post something personal. But…… dammit. Anyway, I love the band Killing Joke. I had posted all of the lyrics to “Requiem” below but it was too dismal at the time. I’m posting all of “Red.”
they’re dropping bombs again
and they’re doing it in your name
all the rational commentaries
in the papers that i read
marmalade and buttered toast
and smell of sunday roast
kiss the arse of uncle sam
oh to be an englishman
when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red
dawn brings a day of hell
hours that we pawn and sell
a single magpie in the tree
one for sorrow one for me
kick it off the cliff i said
now the line fucks up my head
too late to change this mode
break all my moral codes
when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red
running from myself again
and all i feel is shame
it doesn’t matter where i go
everywhere still looks the same
this sense of emptiness
as we create this mess
self-destructive tendencies
are what you mean to me
when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red
Leepy’s vs. lamp post vs. traffic light
(deleted depressing song lyrics)
I should blog more instead of quoting lyrics that might be taken in the wrong way.
Update: Awesome wonkness courtesy of TPM.
Where is Number 7?
There is Number 7.
When you blog like a Sesame Street sketch, you must be feeling small. I watched My Kid Could Paint That last night and maybe I should just put it out there that I’m five and a half years old.
Seriously though, I’m not feeling so swift as I bought some old used technology and it’s not exactly working out. It’s like getting a dog from the pound and then the dog tears up your furniture.
There has to be an invisible sun
That song reached No. 2 in the UK charts when The Police released Ghost in the Machine. While I’m intrigued by pastoral scenes infused with poetry about what’s going on elsewhere, it could never be a convincing vehicle of persuasion. The Police video was banned in Britain in its day for shoving it down our throats. Today we’ve got Madonna’s “4 Minutes” which is pretty open to interpretation although as one of the commenters put it, “Why not 5 minutes?” Why can’t anyone make a banned video anymore? Oh wait, there are some recent ones…
That’s it… I’m voting Republican for more banned videos.
Shoot the freak on the cell phone
Please avoid the clams and hot dogs and have tacos from Doña Zita. So yeah, the temperature went up 20 degrees in one day and my friend twisted my arm to go to Coney Island. I can’t believe they’re just going to wipe most of it away for Las Vegas/Disney glitz. I’m still not sure what role Coney Island Beer is playing in the drama.
Update: An interesting Times story here.
I bought a new computer and I’m putting “B” through some paces. Please bear with me as per usual. In the meantime, please enjoy the first day of summer along with photo of snow on the ground in Astoria.
A few good pictures of Coney Island will appear here shortly.
