Monthly Archives: December 2009

Super Bad [archive]

i’ve got soul and i’m super bad, now, what do you think of that?

today i saw one of my best friends from Athina, Ksanthi/Hksanthi/Xanthe, in San Francisco with her boyfriend, Evan, and Miss Bicycle. but not until after a Mexican-Daly City girl named Soccorro (which also happens to be the name of my mother’s mother) scraped my teeth with tubes and metal pokers and things. and nothing at all entered my mouth until i had already taken a long, blazing shower and had debated what clothes best fit midnight’s yawning celebrations. and not a drip drop of water fell upon my head until after i had already scoured the web for a story about Silicon Valley and gave it a little bit more traction.

so now you know my day.

at the moment, i am overpowering Danny’s Great and Everflowing Stream of Sports with Pixies’ “Doolittle,” an album i was reminded of the night before, while sitting in a bar in the city, called POPS, with Alicia and Tori.

and i think: how i wish i could be responsible for the music at tonight’s party. what i would play:

Air
Aphex Twin
The Beach Boys
Bob Marley (& the Wailers)
Curtis Mayfield
Daft Punk
Diana Ross (& the Supremes)
DJ Shadow
Erik B. & Rakim
George Michael
Horace Andy
J Dilla
James Brown (& the Famous Flames)
Kraftwerk
Led Zeppelin
New Order
Moodymann
Ol’ Dirty Bastard
Peter, Paul and Mary
Pixies
Queen
Ride
Skip Spence
The Tornadoes
Wu-Tang Clan

for the kingdom and the glory and such and such are theirs, as we all know. alas, we’ll just listen to the classic Latin mix. classical, even. today, while in the park with Xanthe, i took notes. here they are, unabridged:

the exercising girl with obedient dog
drum circle, at bench bay of flowing green
controlling hacky-sacker
cop car on hill

tomorrow is 2010. i am 21 on 2010. what a coincidence. they say it’s already midnight in New York. and then they wonder why we’re suing because we think large hadron colliders might cause black holes. as Tolkien once wrote, on the topic of QUEER LODGINGS:

the little bears, large bears, ordinary bears, and gigantic big bears, all dancing outside from dark to nearly dawn. Continue reading

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I Can’t Kick This Feelin’ When It Hits [archive]

Melville:

The thing called pain, the bugbear styled trouble–those two legends seemed preposterous to their bachelor imaginations. How could men of liberal sense, ripe scholarship in the world, and capacious philosophical and convivial understandings–how could they suffer themselves to be imposed upon by such monkish fables? Pain! Trouble! As well talk of Catholic miracles. No such thing.–Pass the sherry, sir.–Pooh, pooh! Can’t be!–The port, sir, if you please. Nonsense; don’t tell me so.–The decanter stops with you, sir, I believe.

i do not force my drugs upon you. i do not drive you into the desert, strap you into a minivan, and order you to swallow fungus. i do not glare in your direction until you sit as i do, stand as i do, sit as i do, stand as i do, sit as i do, stand as i do, stand as i do, stand in time with my metaphysical realizations.

so what then makes you think you can do the same to me?

why this obsession with control? is your body not enough? i sit in the foyer of your illustrious mansion, crouched in the center of the room, the back of my head to the ceilings designed for housing giraffes, and i stare at my hand: i can move my fingers. first my first, second my second, and so on. i marvel at the control i exert over my own hand.

and you rush in, all a tizzy, commanding that i wear this frilly glove. at once, my liege, lest i be caught naked in the sun without my frilly purple glove.

enough of this, though. you lack the most basic control, you know not what you do. you would be the first to crucify Jesus a second, third, fourth time. and so on.

FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.
FOR THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY ARE YOURS NOW AND FOREVER.

it’s been 10 days since i left behind my 7th semester at Pomona College and i feel great. i have seen great friends, listened to great tunes, and perused some great letters.

i first arrived home in a bittersweet mood, with some small part in my thesis requirement still looming over me. i attempted to set to that work immediately, but instantly got distracted by a dark-haired girl with shine in her eyes and dog drool on her feet. Tori, Jacob, his sister Elena (i don’t know if i spelled that right–i promise i’m pronouncing it right in my head), and i drove down to Santa Cruz our first moonday back to pay respects to the scone deity, Adam, and his lovely girlfriend, Kristi. we arrived early, consumed massive mexican food even earlier, and got sconed so fucking early your mind would reel in upon itself if i revealed the time to you. and we walked among the redwoods.

later on, everyone minus Kristi slothed around Adam’s place like worms, drinking beer, creating beautiful works of pastel art, banging the occasional bongo, and blasting tons of Death Cab for Cutie.

and that was the red carpet that carried me into what’s shaping up to be a wonderful winter break.

the next few days were all christmas/shopping/family/eating. my BIG present this year from my parents is a brand new iphone 3G s, offering the latest (6 months ago) in MOBILE SPEED and VIDEO TECHNOLOGY. i am eternally grateful, but you might not be. you’ll probably find me filming you sometime in the next year (honestly, you might find my videography preferable to my photography or audiography, two art forms i usually can make creepily undetectable). besides that, from family and friends i received film! clothes! music! and BOOKS!

reading rainbow! at the top of my to-read list lay frank herbert’s 1965 science fiction classic, DUNE:

i liked it. i’ll prod Meryl into eternity with how much i disliked it, because i’m a well-trained annoyer, but i actually did like it. i’m not one to force myself to read 100 pages past midnight after a day of shopping just to stay on a reading schedule (or am i?). the text had more than its fair share of ronny-loves to appease me: strange Zen-influenced religions, cosmic creatures (sandworms that grow to hundreds of meters in length), and drug-induced hallucinations, stretching, spinning, obliterating the strands of time. my main qualms? it’s really not that well-written: reading in my old room may have urged this experience, but i felt 10 years old again, devouring the undeniably effective sci-fi of Michael Crichton. beyond this not so small annoyance, (and i have already tried to express this to Meryl) i grew increasingly tired of the novel’s insistence on the usage of MYSTERIOUS words and phrases while illustrating MYSTICAL, MAGICAL rituals and rites and initiations and traditions. every fucking chapter, another motherfucking tradition. i began to wonder if the Fremen ever rested, if they ever sat for a cup of tea or dance, like i’m sure their real-life counterparts, traditional Bedouins, assuredly did. i think i’d have preferred to just read Princess Irulan’s epigraphs the whole way through–those were the best. maybe i’ve just been away from fantasy for far too long.

unfortunately, it took me about a week to get through the 400+ page sandworm due to my actually having to do other things during the day: be journalistic, consumeristic, socialistic (does that imply society or socialism? whatever). i’m currently making my way through a couple collections of short stories by Herman Melville, gifted to me by my parents for christmas. so far i’ve read:

  • Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall-Street
  • Cock-a-Doodle-Doo! or The Crowing of the Noble Cock Beneventano
  • The Two Temples
  • The Happy Failure: A Story of the River Hudson
  • The Lightning-Rod Man
  • The Fiddler
  • The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids (from which came this blog’s opening paragraph)

still remaining ahead of me:

  • I and My Chimney
  • The Piazza
  • Daniel Orme
  • Billy Budd, Sailor
  • Benito Cereno
  • The Encantadas or Enchanted Isles
  • The Bell-Tower

i do, however, still harbor the ambition that i can reread “The Hobbit” and once-and-for-all actually get through “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy before returning to school. to that cause, i’ll probably wrap up the current Melville collection (which goes all the way up to and includes Daniel Orme), switch to Tolkien for a fat, adventurous, smoky spell, and return to finish the other Melville before embarking on the truly massive and famous quest that is LOTR.

i’ll try to check back soon. Continue reading

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finals week: last test [archive]

hi mom! Continue reading

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Funky Drummer – James Brown (1970) [archive]

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Person Pitch – Panda Bear (2006) [archive]

the album starts with the sound of a goddamn rollercoaster. a rollercoaster! the machine which gave you the greatest highs you could ever imagine when you were 10, 15, 30 years old! you ascend into the clouds where a pulsing … Continue reading

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Donuts – J Dilla (2006) [archive]

this is one of those albums designed to loop infinitely, and not just because the last song ends in sync with the beginning of the first song. released on February 7, 2006, three days after its creator passed on, “Donuts” … Continue reading

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