Love Streets
This looks good…
A film by Saloman Anaya and Jacqueline Aquines about the hyperreality
of searching for love in a sanctuary for stone doves.
rock-it-to-me.
Cartesian Grid of Chemtrails NOV 5th
Wednesday, November 5, the day after Barack Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States of America by with 52% of the votes I woke up feeling alive and excited to face a new world. But when I walked out my front door in the middle of the Californian desert to walk my dog at around 7 AM I was immediately shocked to find the clear sky marred by a Cartesian grid of chemtrails! That pilot must have been working for at least an hour before I even got up that morning to cover such ground. NOT COOL!!!!
I’ve lived in Los Angeles for years and seeing daily chem trails was a normal sight. But I live in a VERY remote rural town in California and to see this many is significant. Even if I saw this type of work in LA would be a bit much. The occurrence of this anomaly brought a bit of a downer to this historic day (which is why I held off on putting this up).
Here are a few photos an hour after I first saw them, slightly faded and blurred by a few natural clouds that had developed after fetching my camera post-dog walk.
Chem trails 1, 11/05/2008
Chem trails 2, 11/05/2008
Chem trails 3, 11/05/2008
Chem trails 4, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 5, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 6, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 7, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 8, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 9, 11/05/2008
Chem Trails 10, 11/05/2008
I know that America made the right choice on Tuesday, November 5th.
Perhaps these chemtrails are to make sure we don’t party too hard about it…
- gD
Anonymity, Immortality and Glory
I was just lead to some monster meta-engine, musicdra.com after following a referring page to this blog you’re reading right now and after I found myself reading the Anonymity Philosophy, posted by Music History graduate student, HugeTesticles.org, I was prompted to comment the following…
Anonymity is certainly a way to make the work more penetrating than the artist (ie. Banksy, the Knife, various producers and faceless DJs), as often the artist’s reputation precedes…or dissolves the work. In a world where the degree of separation from reality TV has pared down to an acute two or three degrees at most (perhaps only because I’ve lived in LA), ‘fame’ for nothing worth being famous for has truly caused the distinction between discard and true talent to be hungrily sought after, more so than when the underground just happened to sign to a major. Not to mention, the likes of TMZ, Perez Hilton, magazine talk shows, and other paparazzi driven drivel makes one RUN for the hills (not of Hollywood, but of Siberia or the Alps, where Johanna Spryi’s Heidi chills with her gramps).
I was munching on a single-serving of Frosted Flakes for 8.50 pesos the day John Denver, coincidentally, died this day back in ‘97 and could not have blindly opened up to a more appropriate epitaph of a country boy…
“I do not seek my own glory; there is one who seeks it and he is the one who judges.”
- John 8:50
I’ve taken this philosophy to heart, but unfortunately it backfired, as for the past five years of my life as a poor musician, not only did I NOT seek my own glory…i RAN from it! At the same time, misinterpreting glory for love (because to me, I always understood them as synonymous…naive, country kid that I am). But I have recently come to the conclusion (after googling ‘how to love oneself’) that everyone deserves love. And in this discovery, I have also come to realize that I have been one of those neglected children who seek the highest form of acceptance…CELEBRITY. Ew. Yes, I admit it, and because I’ve always known that seeking fame is shallow, I’ve undone whatever little accolade I collected. (Though the adoption of the fame motive never hurt the rise of superstars like Madonna, or Aerosmith). In essence, I was fighting myself with this idea of seeking immortality through mass acceptance (which does not make for brave, bold moves in art or creativity–inspiring only A) what is always on the fringe for being vulgar or offensive, or worse, B) inoffensive). I spent half my time being punk rock and the other half playing the pronoun game, so as not to ‘out’ myself. Now it’s time to just BE.
After my recent digital suicide of a four year run on myspace as a character who dwindled down the narcissistic gallery of self-pics and band pics to a simple marker self-portrait, down to *POOF* a string of dead links when my old artist name is googled, I have adopted a far less disruptive philosophy to one’s own intuition…Joseph Campbell’s
“Follow your bliss.”
I am now a human who seeks love–as everyone deserves love, and I will not run from it, should I be fortunate to have it find me.
And in the words of Christian Slater’s radio pirate, Happy Harry Hard-On, from “Pump Up the Volume,” I will continue to “TALK HARD.”
rock-it-to-me.
-gD
Keep your ear to the ground…
WHERE is Dan Rather? SNL’s viewership is at its highest since 2001. Thanks to the easy material provided by Palin and the empty presidential debates, there is a smorgasbord of fresh elective material to simply reiterate with timing shifts.
But serious coverage of these elections has been relegated to the outskirts of pretty CNN readers, and the BIG SCOOPS are now in the hands of Katie Couric and a distant Charles Gibson. The present economic crisis at this time, ameliorated with a $700 billion RESET button, is only a precursor to STRONGER government regulation. Is this turning towards a socialist or fascist future? We will find out. But please, ask questions, find answers. Discuss.
Where is Dan Rather these days? Keith Olbermann has been relegated to the ‘extremist’ liberal progressive slant due to his passionate deliveries. Stephen Colbert, as intelligent as he is, is almost TOO intelligent for the masses to understand his subtle mockery. Jon Stewart is often spot on but is on way too late for the masses and and only available on the Comedy Network. Bill O’Reilly is difficult to watch and listen to, being very loud and and a respected pundit for FOX viewers.
I’ve known for some time that the media (if it ever has been close to being unbiast and free to report the truth) is no longer a source of what is really happening. Sad. Very sad.
Tina Fey on SNL as PALIN
- If Saturday Night Live is America’s barometer for cultural compression
then Tina Fey is the meniscus of the mercury and she is PRECISE.
-gD
Fey and Poehler spoofing Palin and Hilary
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