Archive for January, 2008
I was stupefied momentarily
I was in the bathroom at the student center for my university and I heard somebody throwing up enclosed behind a stall. My heart went out and I wanted to offer a paper towel to the pair of dirty white gym shoes knelt by the toilet. Unexpectedly the door opened and an old man, homeless by his looks, hastily skipped washing his hands and went out the door and disappeared. I was stupefied momentarily as the sadness swelled.
Art for Eyes & Ears
A new issue of ANTI is out. “ANTI Magazine aims to showcase outstanding visual content as an online magazine and also through future exhibitions all around the world.” They are open for submission into their next issue under the theme, “69.”
http://littlerage.tumblr.com/ sometimes. (re: The Mice)
” I can’t get laid because everyone is dead.”
You can tell how drunk you are by trying to crack eggs.
How the Light Gets In
How The Light Gets In by M.J. Hyland
There’s something about airports, parks, cafes, and the public space which serves itself well to fresh thoughts.
The Standard Tribesmen Play the Delta of Venus
Our band, The Standard Tribesmen, played a show at the Delta of Venus in Davis, CA last Sunday. Here’s a C- quality recording I made on a handheld cassette recorder of one song:
I’m enamored with this short tale of Beatles fandom: Brian Wilson of Beach Boys fame was driving down the road with a campanion in his car in the late 1960s when he heard a new Beatles song come on the radio. Wilson had been in the studio working on the legendary, unfinished Beach Boys “Smile” album. As his radio whined out the tune to the new song, Strawberry Fields Forever, Wilson pulled his car over and turned up the radio. He looked over to his companion and said “they’ve beat me to it.” The Smile album was shelved shortly thereafter and Wilson couldn’t bring himself to complete it for the next fourty years.
And subsequently, the entirety of the Smile album isn’t as good as the Strawberry Fields Forever double-single.
Waiting for Feelings to Pass
Within an hour of being back in Davis, I felt emotionally disoriented. I felt happy to be back, and see people again, but I feel more distanced now than in any recent memory. The world feels like it’s composed of people who are busy giving each other the cold shoulder while reaching for another’s cold shoulder. It’s not a system of altitudes, of tiers and ladders, it’s one giant ring of everybody ignoring everybody else.