June 30th, 2006
All my threads are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your tribe
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The mod's waiting, she's blowin' her horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.
So kiss me and post for me
Tell me that you'll link to me
Text me like you'll never let me know*.
I'm deletin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll delete again
Oh, babe, I love to delete.
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every online social network I go, I think of you
Every post I post, I post for you
When I come back, I'll wear your tribal** thing.
So kiss me and post for me
Tell me that you'll link to me
Text me like you'll never let me know.
I'm deletin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll delete again
Oh, babe, I love to delete.
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me private-message you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the threads to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,
So kiss me and post for me
Tell me that you'll link to me
Text me like you'll never let me know.
I'm deletin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll delete again
Oh, babe, I love to delete.
- *I’m not really sure what this means
- **tribe as in tribe.net, not as in tribal, okay?
With apologies to John Denver.
tags: friends & family, wrotting
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June 22nd, 2006
pencil drawinings I see a Basquiat influence
tags: link-dump, visual
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June 15th, 2006
cheap crappy digital camera (my favorites) get cheap fisheye lenses.
tags: aegypt, photon
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June 13th, 2006
The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town — the re-birth of Bazooka Joe
“We had passed from being quaint, cozy humor to being your grandpa’s joke,” Cherrie, a forty-three-year-old Canadian with a penchant for bright-colored shirts, said recently in the Topps boardroom, on Whitehall Street. A big part of the problem was Joe. “He was a little dweeb,” Cherrie said.
UPDATE 06.15.06: Dan Goodsell gives us the goods on the good Bazooka Joe.
tags: food, wrotting
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June 12th, 2006
GreenCine Daily: Gyorgy Ligeti, 1923 – 2006.
I rank his soundscapes alongside those of Krystoff Penderecki, but I have an inordinate fondness for his Fluxus/Information Theory piece for 100 metronomes.
Also, on MeFi.
tags: performance, sonic, xrays
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June 12th, 2006
Morton Feldman:
If a man teaches composition in a university, how can he not be a composer? He has worked hard, learned his craft. Ergo, he is a composer. A professional. Like a doctor. But there is that doctor who opens you up, does exactly the right thing, closes you up—and you die. He failed to take the chance that might have saved you. Art is a crucial, dangerous operation we perform on ourselves. Unless we take a chance, we die in art.
tags: sonic
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June 6th, 2006
well when i came home i changed shoes and went through my mail from today and yesterday and threw out the real junk mail and kept the bills and one zero percent interest rate for a little more than a year credit card offer then left to go see my parents for dinner and to bake a cake with my mom i hadnt baked a cake since high school and i wanted to learn how to again and to bake a rum cake like my mother always made for my birthday it isnt a rum cake like some people know of but like a yellow sponge cake with rum flavoring and rum icing that is like milk and powdered or confectioners sugar only instead of milk you use rum and it tastes so good i would always ask for it for my birthday because on your birthday you could have whatever cake you wanted even if it was a rum cake and your sister couldnt stand it you could have it anyway only my car died in front of a church
so this young guy let me use his cell phone and i called my autoclub and i was on hold for forever and twenty minutes but they sent somebody and the somebody got there just before the church service for the graduates in blue robes got out becuase my car died just as they were going in and i got towed to the garage well not towed really becuase it was a rolloff truck and it rolled on then rolled off the rolloff and it was taken to the garage and i got out and the car rolled off the rolloff and they drove away there wasnt even anything for me to sign and i had a fortyfive minute walk home and i wish i hadnt changed my shoes
tags: friends & family, wrotting
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June 6th, 2006
Flickr photoset: Shmashed Cans
Rick Catlow aas this amazing set of paintings made on the irregular canvas of smushed-flat aluminum cans.
tags: visual
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