Friday, December 10, 2004

(Of course, it’s only Friday, but what the hell?) From the Seattle Weekly, Is George Bush the AntiChrist?...

And while you have nothing better to do, run a Google search on "George Bush and Antichrist". The results are pure dementia.

The secret word is Paraclete

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Shoot the guitar player? Don’t you just love the hungry metal freak with his empty wallet on a chain. I mean, what the fuck next? A lone gunman assassinates Lemmy? Are we ready with the conspiracy theory?

Forwarded by Master Bass Player Doug Lunn...
From Michael Moore...December 8, 2004
Dear Friends,
May I take a break from our post-election despairto share with you a little piece of happy/silly/cool news?"Fahrenheit 9/11" has been nominated by the People's Choice Awards as the American public's "Favorite Film of the Year." The five nominees were chosen from a poll of thousands of Americans in mid-to-late November. The other nominees for best film are "Spiderman 2," "The Incredibles," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (with Jim Carrey), and"Shrek 2." It is the first time ever a documentary has been nominated for best film by the People's Choice Awards. The People's Choice Awards are considered, among all the awards shows, to be the one which most accurately reflects the "mainstream" public opinion in the UnitedStates. OK, now, here's the best part: YOU get to vote!Online. Now. Just go to...
click on the little circle next to "Fahrenheit 9/11" in the "Favorite Movie" category and press the "vote"button. Voting is going on now and continues only through this coming Monday, December 13, at 3:00pm ET, so send an e-mail to your friends and let them know they can vote, too. Winners will accept their awards live on CBS on January 9. Now, normally I wouldn't make a very big deal out of something like this. It's nice and I'm honored, but it's not exactly the number one priority on any of our minds these days. In fact, when we found out we werenominated over a week ago, I didn't even think to tell you about it or put it up on our website. But then a group of top Republicans took out a full page ad in USA Today (and placed a similar one in the Hollywood trade magazine, Variety) proclaiming that "An election is over, but a war ofideas continues." The point of the ad was to say that while they, as right wing conservatives, were proud of getting rid of Kerry, there was still one more nuisance running around loose they had to deal with – me! They also issued a not-so-subtle threat to the Academy Awards voters that, in essence, said don't even THINK about nominating "Fahrenheit 9/11" for Best Picture. And Bill O'Reilly recently bellowed that if the Oscars recognize my work this year, Middle America willboycott Hollywood.
Yeah, well, vote away. I live in Hollywood and I so don’t want to be boycotted by all those Red States. (yeah right!) So let’s all vote it up for F-911. Since the news that 99.8% of all the indecency complaints to the FCC come from one Jesus-fascist web operation, it’s about time us blue freaks got in some practice in the cyber-shaping of bullshit "mainstream" opinion. Scoring Michael Moore a People’s Choice Award maybe not as much fun as when Howard Stern listeners got Hank the Angry Drunken Dwarf (God rest him) elected People magazine’s sexiest man of the year, but it’d be something to laff at.

Common dreams has on motherfucker of a scarey and succinct historical analysis...

Hipspinster has been writing some damned fine stuff.

CRYPTIQUESocial viciousness is oft cloaked by a sickening sentimentality. (He remarked as he hung himself with a yellow ribbon.)


I sometimes wonder why the wealthy try so hard to be loathsome. For eleven years, Pale Male and his family of urbanized red-tailed hawks have nested on a ledge on the baroque facade of a Manhattan apartment building. (And for those who don’t know the geography of the Upper East Side, you have to be double-plus stinking rich to live at 927 Fifth.) They have been the delight of New Yorkers and even the subject of a fabulous and way cool PBS documentary, but now they are being evicted to an unknown fate by condo owners. The disgusting event was marked by an editorial in today’s NY Times.

"There is no historic preservation district or landmarks commission for hawks' nests. But if there were, the red-tailed hawk's nest at 927 Fifth Avenue, overlooking Central Park at 74th Street, would surely have qualified. Until Tuesday, the nest stood on a 12th-floor cornice with a sublime aerial view of the urban forest in our midst. Since 1993, 23 young hawks have been raised there, sired by a bird called Pale Male. Thousands and thousands of bird-watchers over the years have followed the lives of the hawks in that nest. But this is not an homage to bird-watching - it's an homage to birds. On Tuesday, workers took down the nest and, apparently, the metal anti-pigeon spikes that had helped hold it in place. So far, no one from 927 Fifth Avenue has spoken up to defend the co-op board's decision to remove the nest. Perhaps residents were annoyed that the hawks didn't do a better job of cleaning up after themselves by using a pooper-scooper or putting their pigeon bones in the trash, the way a human would. Perhaps they simply wearied of the stirring sight of a red-tailed hawk coming down out of the sky to settle on its nest."

The secret word is Oink.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004


The secret world is Rebop
If nothing else it provides great science fiction excuses for the fantastic, the impossible, and the absurdly psychedelic...

CRYPTIQUEI am very dubious about George Bush’s new Star Wars-style Commander-in-Chief jacket.

Monday, December 06, 2004

I have to confess that I spent the last week dozing deliriously in front of the TV with some kind of respiratory ailment, which is why I’ve haven’t been telling any tales of pachinko neon, Mt Fuji from the Bullet Train, the strategic brilliance of Osaka Castle, and the people in Japan who took such good care of me. I sometimes forget that I’m far from being as young as I used to be, and, at definite moments, the barnstorming poet felt more like Dexter Gordon in Round Midnight as I paused in some Tokyo doorway to catch my breath. But fear not, the rock & roll went off well – mainly thanks to Ken and the Marble Sheep and the specially recruited Nabeji, and even the seemingly suicidal exercise of reading poetry in English to a Japanese-speaking audience, even if they did have a printed translation by the splendid Yukiko Akagawa. One audience member even came up to me and said that I had a speaking voice like an electric guitar. It was a compliment, I believe.

CRYPTIQUEBob Dylan on 60 Minutes.

And here’s a depressing but crucial read from The Jackson Progressive...

And some military weirness...