"A village in a country which is taking pains to become altogether standardized and pure, which aspires to succeed Victorian England as the chief mediocrity of the world, is no longer merely provincial, no longer downy and restful in its leaf-shadowed ignorance. It is a force seeking to conquer the earth... Sure of itself, it bullies other civilizations, as a traveling salesman in a brown derby conquers the wisdom of China and tacks advertisements of cigarettes over arches for centuries dedicate to the sayings of Confucius. Such a society functions admirably in the production of cheap automobiles, dollar watches, and safety razors. But it is not satisfied until the entire world also admits that the end and joyous purpose of living is to ride in flivvers, to make advertising-pictures of dollar watches, and in the twilight to sit talking not of love and courage but of the convenience of safety razors."
-Main Street, Sinclair Lewis.
9/29/09
9/21/09
The evolution of Japanese Electropop group P-Model (1979-1999)
The front man the whole time was Susumu Hirasawa, who is now known for composing the soundtracks for all of Satoshi Kon's Movies (Tokyo Godfathers, Millenium Actress, Paprika). Enjoy.
9/20/09
9/12/09
9/9/09
Damn.
I could see it coming, but it was too late to brake. I was coasting down a rather steep hill, she was making a right turn and didn't see me at all. She slammed right into me with the hood of her car. I went flying with my bike right behind me, faithful as always.
Before I hit the ground I was already yelling "WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK-- SHIT!!"
I rolled right back onto my feet, but my poor bike was already in bad shape. The front wheel was bent in half but at least the frame was fine, which was all that mattered. I had been meaning to replace that wheel anyways, since it was only a salvaged replacement for the original that was stolen last Novemeber 4th by someone in a drunken, Obama-induced frenzy (I voted for Kucinich, fuck Obama).
The people waiting on the corner came by to help me, including a guy doing the Brooklyn Standard of pull-ups via traffic light bars. I reassured everyone that I was fine and thanked them for their concern.
By this point the poor old woman that hit me was out of her car and running over to me. It took her a second to realize what happened and she felt awful. I was not mad, since everyone was fine. She gave me a hug. Then she offered to give me a ride home and the man doing pull-ups helped me shoved my now compacted bike into her back seat.
As we drove off the man got back to doing pull-ups on the street corner and I spent the rest of my ride home having to assure the woman no harm was done and All's Well That Ends Well.
Got home and had a drink.
Before I hit the ground I was already yelling "WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK-- SHIT!!"
I rolled right back onto my feet, but my poor bike was already in bad shape. The front wheel was bent in half but at least the frame was fine, which was all that mattered. I had been meaning to replace that wheel anyways, since it was only a salvaged replacement for the original that was stolen last Novemeber 4th by someone in a drunken, Obama-induced frenzy (I voted for Kucinich, fuck Obama).
The people waiting on the corner came by to help me, including a guy doing the Brooklyn Standard of pull-ups via traffic light bars. I reassured everyone that I was fine and thanked them for their concern.
By this point the poor old woman that hit me was out of her car and running over to me. It took her a second to realize what happened and she felt awful. I was not mad, since everyone was fine. She gave me a hug. Then she offered to give me a ride home and the man doing pull-ups helped me shoved my now compacted bike into her back seat.
As we drove off the man got back to doing pull-ups on the street corner and I spent the rest of my ride home having to assure the woman no harm was done and All's Well That Ends Well.
Got home and had a drink.
9/7/09
Passive Aggresive Typewriting Buzz
"
somehow this feels so much better,
to have your feet facing the door.
after years of meeting the epitome of ideals beyond your reach,
soul mates before you share a moment together.
expectation left unresolved,
for you wouldn't want to spoil the dream with reality.
smoke rings with nasal exhales,
humming music and electronic rooster caws.
another night unslept and disheveled,
another day unrealized for it's actuality of being.
incomplete with that too late realization,
whole by accepting that as what you are.
cigar smoke on calm lake,
row-boat in tow holding a pole never cast.
fleeting imbeciles interspersed within the passage of time,
the difference unknown and lost to your memory.
incessant metaphorical comfort,
alphabetic definition to calm you.
how it swells and breaks,
swirls and sinks.
left laughing alone with your own loneliness.
"
somehow this feels so much better,
to have your feet facing the door.
after years of meeting the epitome of ideals beyond your reach,
soul mates before you share a moment together.
expectation left unresolved,
for you wouldn't want to spoil the dream with reality.
smoke rings with nasal exhales,
humming music and electronic rooster caws.
another night unslept and disheveled,
another day unrealized for it's actuality of being.
incomplete with that too late realization,
whole by accepting that as what you are.
cigar smoke on calm lake,
row-boat in tow holding a pole never cast.
fleeting imbeciles interspersed within the passage of time,
the difference unknown and lost to your memory.
incessant metaphorical comfort,
alphabetic definition to calm you.
how it swells and breaks,
swirls and sinks.
left laughing alone with your own loneliness.
"
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