There is another N in my life Nobody,

This particular N is Naomi Klein and it has my heart racing.
 Listen to her speak and try not to love her...
beautiful thoughts, words and lips.
plus she's Canadian. 
woo hoo eh?

Cornucopia

N-dog,
By the flying spaghetti monster what wonders do emerge from this interweb of ours. It never ceases to amaze me the flotsam and jetsam that finds its way onto my screen and into my heart. what it all means...the heart part i mean...not the screen...the screen is what the screen is. it provides.. infinite monkeys and all that. what it all means i do not know. Case in point, in one single beautiful day i stumbled across Thomas Doyle...the man of mayhem behind this absolute beauty, absolute horror show of an art exhibition called Distillation Series:

and this masterpiece by an uberdork that goes by the name Silent:

to be continued...

time well spent.

Ludicrous Indulgence

N,

 

 "Middle-class society had been reckless enough to set up institutions in which young,clever, morally conscientious people had nothing to do for three or four years but read books and kick ideas around; and the result of this ludicrous indulgence on society’s part was wholesale student revolt."

                                                         - After Theory 

    by Terry Eagleton
        literary critic,

           cultural theorist,

              mind troll.

While i have read some Eagleton along the way, mostly him explaining different critical approaches to literature..the marxist approach i guess...i never knew he was such a hilarious MOFO. I am wading my way through After Theory looking for a way to use the idea of plausible truth in the face of the superabundance of ideas in modern society...a.k.a. the internet...but am applying it to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s writing...specifically speaking God Bless You, Mr Rosewater...wherein Eliot Rosewater searches for meaning in the face of his 87,472,033.61 dollar trust fund. 

Poor Noah.

Anticipating madness.

Hello again Nobody,

Some time ago I had few and far between but regular bouts of temporary insanity which helped me feel sane. These bouts have all but ended thus I am left with some concern. I had always felt that these were spasms of reality and emotion that my mind felt the need to release. A steam valve, if you will, to ensure that the entire system doesn't crack open, irreparably.
          Hence my concern.
            No fear.
   I feel one surfacing again. Happy day.
              To clarify and alleviate any concern on "your" part, these spasms merely consisted of uncontrollable manic laughter interspersed with gut wrenching sobbing.
 Back and forth.
    Laughter and tears.
           Sweet equilibrium.

take that cao maru...

A FINE BL3ND

Okay N,

Here's the scenario. 

you are a father and your kid is always alone in his room playing loud music. one day you go into his room and witness this...

apparently you have sired dj bl3nd, nicely done...yes well he is jumping around in shorts, strobe lights are flashing, in front of a video camera...oh yes and he is wearing a Chucky mask..."from Child's Play?" you ask..yes from Child's Play. 

your interruption has just ruined his set...not to mention his You Tube video...you dick.

the clip you have just ruined may have been his CLUB MIX from a couple of years ago.."the same CLUB MIX that has 42 105 619 hits?" you ask...yes that one.

WTF you may ask yourself

well here's the Fuck...

damnit i forgot...

the point wasn't that i stumbled across this little weirdo looking for hits on you tube...he found his way into my playlist because he finds great music and plays nice long sets of them back to back...so i listen to him on YouTube as background music... 

lucky for me no one reads this.

i need medication.

but...

in the meantime i will listen to this kid. 

this is my favorite

Another anomaly like plain old water.

Hey N,
Every so often I find myself wondering about basic facts of life that break all the rules. Today I wonder why, if my heart muscles beat non stop, and I am convinced that they do, why do they not tire? Why are they never sore or burning with  amino acid? or rather why can I not run forever without stopping until I am dead? Or even walk? And why does water do everything other than that it is supposed to do when acted upon by exterior agents? Expand when it shouldn't and so forth? A lot of question marks today.