Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Desert Topping
The desert was great as always. Stayed at the Best Western though the pool was out of commission. Had fun in the park. Drove my poor camry a bit too hard on some of the dirt roads and it's been yelling at me ever since. Went out to this old abandoned mine. Very troubled history to this mine, there must be dead cowboys under some of those rock piles I figure. Lotta bullet holes in the old tank, can picture bored drunk cowboys firing at it.
On the way out of town we stopped in Yucca Valley at a little pottery store and found genuine hippies, vegan food and good coffee. We're gonna stay there next time instead of in 29 Palms.
Let me be clear - I LOVE the Marines, ok? Lotta friends who are Marines, love em.
But ...
we and the Marines just have different interests. Near as I can tell from 29 Palms - a Marine town - the Marines are into fast food and Jesus. We are into tofu and coffee.
The one downside of my desert trips has been that I know I'm days away from anything other than hotel and diner swill for joe. And if you're not at the Inn, food was a lot about Chinese and bags of snacks. Not next time.
Next time we'll be able to go play in the park and then come back for yummy vegan food and can spend the heat of the afternoon in a cool little hippie joint reading, doodling in notebooks and drinking GOOD coffee. That will be a little slice of heaven.
My little brother is miserable around hippies. So is my dad. Too much cop/security blood. A trip into Santa Cruz gives them both a wicked case of the shakes.
Not me. I walk the dual mandala. I can walk right out of the precinct or sheriff station, go to the Ironworks to get some gear, stop off at the head shop to get some incence and a copy of the Tao te Ching on the way to the drum circle in the park and feel completely at home in all those locations and not feel a shred of cognitive dissonance. I can also regulate how much "five-o" vibe I put off such that no one in any of those locales thinks I don't belong there.
I love the Marines and enjoy their company, but I need som coffee.
On the way out of town we stopped in Yucca Valley at a little pottery store and found genuine hippies, vegan food and good coffee. We're gonna stay there next time instead of in 29 Palms.
Let me be clear - I LOVE the Marines, ok? Lotta friends who are Marines, love em.
But ...
we and the Marines just have different interests. Near as I can tell from 29 Palms - a Marine town - the Marines are into fast food and Jesus. We are into tofu and coffee.
The one downside of my desert trips has been that I know I'm days away from anything other than hotel and diner swill for joe. And if you're not at the Inn, food was a lot about Chinese and bags of snacks. Not next time.
Next time we'll be able to go play in the park and then come back for yummy vegan food and can spend the heat of the afternoon in a cool little hippie joint reading, doodling in notebooks and drinking GOOD coffee. That will be a little slice of heaven.
My little brother is miserable around hippies. So is my dad. Too much cop/security blood. A trip into Santa Cruz gives them both a wicked case of the shakes.
Not me. I walk the dual mandala. I can walk right out of the precinct or sheriff station, go to the Ironworks to get some gear, stop off at the head shop to get some incence and a copy of the Tao te Ching on the way to the drum circle in the park and feel completely at home in all those locations and not feel a shred of cognitive dissonance. I can also regulate how much "five-o" vibe I put off such that no one in any of those locales thinks I don't belong there.
I love the Marines and enjoy their company, but I need som coffee.
Friday, March 04, 2005
America's Next Top Model and Electrodes on my Forehead
They must have been really sleepy or distracted at America's Next Top Model because they accidentally let a few good looking girls on the show.
Of course, over the next couple of weeks they will systematically eliminate them.
What I'm saying is this ... can we PLEASE get one of MY PEOPLE (straight men) involved SOMEHOW in this process?
A lesbian would be a start.
Anyone on the consuming/apprecating side of the equation.
When gay guys and other models pick the models it's just tragic. Yes they may have their ideas about what beauty is but I'm telling you by the time a straight guy gets through his teens he is a world class expert at girl watching and we know what we like.
We like women - we like women who look like women - hips, lips, tits -the whole thing - curvy and soft and these manic atkins and meth stick bugs the gay guys pick and throw at us just don't work for us.
This stick bug / bulimia / waif thing did not start with us so do not implicate us in this madness. It came from your goddamn ladies magazines.
Oh and this week I'm going in for a sleep study. I'm going to spend the night in a lab with shit attached to me. ABOUT TIME I tell you. "You might have apnea or some form of sleep disorder" GEE YOU THINK SO? That's how the movie Fight Club hooked me was the visual representation of insomnia - they really caught it - and then when in the Damo's Cave meditation he found out his power animal was a penguin I was completely hooked.
I was a penguin for many years, but in the summer of '85 I grew into my lionhood and learned how to roar. Since then I catch the fancy of many a totem. Right now my best pals are the ravens in my neighborhood. I once befriended a beautiful and very intelligent ray.
When fighting/training I sometimes use animal imagery. Sometimes I fight like a bear - I stand my ground and swat my opponents down with my mighty paws. Sometimes I'm slippery like a shark. Sometimes I spring and shred like a mountain lion. Sometimes I swoop like a raptor. But sometimes I fight like a ghost. No one who's been on the business end of my Ghost Kata is inclined to speak of it.
I once saw a white coyote and love the owls but it's the ravens who really have my ear at the moment.
NETFLIX UPDATE
THE RESIDENTS: ICKY FLIX
Great.
I'm in the process of seriously weeding out my book collection. I used to think used books were there greatest things ever - now ... not so much. They get moldy. There's a lot of mildew smell on some of the books I brought with me from NY and they just gotta go. GREAT books but if you can't read them, what's the point? Particularly if they're still in print. It's tough going and my apartment has stacks of books on the way out the door and the smell of moldy books is thick.
Also I'm thowing away a bunch of notebooks and papers. I just have to trust that if the bits or the ideas were any good they made it into a script or a routine and frankly my idea of what is a good bit has changed considerably. There's little things that I would have closed with back in the day that do not even merit pulling out a notebook now.
My bits are like sand paintings - the wind is going to get them eventually anyways - or the sun when it goes nova and incinerates the earth so why hang on?
When I'm not sleeping I lay in bed and listen to buddhist dharma talks, can you tell? It's been a lot better for my head than Terence McKenna. SOW I'm reading Christopher Hyatt - he's a bit of a Crowley guy and I'm finally starting to get a handle on the Crowley thing. It's still not for me. It seems to be hard and complex. I'm for simple and hard.
I may have wroted about this already.
Easy and Simple - most new age
Easy and Complex - a lot of the "Human Potentialist" stuff
Hard and Complex - Aleister Crowley, Golden Dawn
Hard and Simple - zazen
The good and true things tend to be easy to understand and really hard work. Everything else - less so -- at least in my experience. If someone tells you it's all going to be simple and easy, hold on to your wallets. That's one thing I like about Buddhism, they give you the bad news up front. All life is suffering ... ok ... you got the floor ...
Dentist, sleep study and then it's off to the desert finally. I haven't been out there since last summer when we brought home the biggest, nastiest tarantula I'd ever seen. It crawled right out of my bag right across my bed. Jeepers. Think I wroted this already too. I was scooting him into a paper bag with the box cutter I had with me and he HOPPED! Oh no, a hopper! Thought the thing was gonna hop on my face. Finally got him in the bag and the boss said he had to go - so I wacked him.
Of course, over the next couple of weeks they will systematically eliminate them.
What I'm saying is this ... can we PLEASE get one of MY PEOPLE (straight men) involved SOMEHOW in this process?
A lesbian would be a start.
Anyone on the consuming/apprecating side of the equation.
When gay guys and other models pick the models it's just tragic. Yes they may have their ideas about what beauty is but I'm telling you by the time a straight guy gets through his teens he is a world class expert at girl watching and we know what we like.
We like women - we like women who look like women - hips, lips, tits -the whole thing - curvy and soft and these manic atkins and meth stick bugs the gay guys pick and throw at us just don't work for us.
This stick bug / bulimia / waif thing did not start with us so do not implicate us in this madness. It came from your goddamn ladies magazines.
Oh and this week I'm going in for a sleep study. I'm going to spend the night in a lab with shit attached to me. ABOUT TIME I tell you. "You might have apnea or some form of sleep disorder" GEE YOU THINK SO? That's how the movie Fight Club hooked me was the visual representation of insomnia - they really caught it - and then when in the Damo's Cave meditation he found out his power animal was a penguin I was completely hooked.
I was a penguin for many years, but in the summer of '85 I grew into my lionhood and learned how to roar. Since then I catch the fancy of many a totem. Right now my best pals are the ravens in my neighborhood. I once befriended a beautiful and very intelligent ray.
When fighting/training I sometimes use animal imagery. Sometimes I fight like a bear - I stand my ground and swat my opponents down with my mighty paws. Sometimes I'm slippery like a shark. Sometimes I spring and shred like a mountain lion. Sometimes I swoop like a raptor. But sometimes I fight like a ghost. No one who's been on the business end of my Ghost Kata is inclined to speak of it.
I once saw a white coyote and love the owls but it's the ravens who really have my ear at the moment.
NETFLIX UPDATE
THE RESIDENTS: ICKY FLIX
Great.
I'm in the process of seriously weeding out my book collection. I used to think used books were there greatest things ever - now ... not so much. They get moldy. There's a lot of mildew smell on some of the books I brought with me from NY and they just gotta go. GREAT books but if you can't read them, what's the point? Particularly if they're still in print. It's tough going and my apartment has stacks of books on the way out the door and the smell of moldy books is thick.
Also I'm thowing away a bunch of notebooks and papers. I just have to trust that if the bits or the ideas were any good they made it into a script or a routine and frankly my idea of what is a good bit has changed considerably. There's little things that I would have closed with back in the day that do not even merit pulling out a notebook now.
My bits are like sand paintings - the wind is going to get them eventually anyways - or the sun when it goes nova and incinerates the earth so why hang on?
When I'm not sleeping I lay in bed and listen to buddhist dharma talks, can you tell? It's been a lot better for my head than Terence McKenna. SOW I'm reading Christopher Hyatt - he's a bit of a Crowley guy and I'm finally starting to get a handle on the Crowley thing. It's still not for me. It seems to be hard and complex. I'm for simple and hard.
I may have wroted about this already.
Easy and Simple - most new age
Easy and Complex - a lot of the "Human Potentialist" stuff
Hard and Complex - Aleister Crowley, Golden Dawn
Hard and Simple - zazen
The good and true things tend to be easy to understand and really hard work. Everything else - less so -- at least in my experience. If someone tells you it's all going to be simple and easy, hold on to your wallets. That's one thing I like about Buddhism, they give you the bad news up front. All life is suffering ... ok ... you got the floor ...
Dentist, sleep study and then it's off to the desert finally. I haven't been out there since last summer when we brought home the biggest, nastiest tarantula I'd ever seen. It crawled right out of my bag right across my bed. Jeepers. Think I wroted this already too. I was scooting him into a paper bag with the box cutter I had with me and he HOPPED! Oh no, a hopper! Thought the thing was gonna hop on my face. Finally got him in the bag and the boss said he had to go - so I wacked him.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Netflux
I joined Netflix and have seen the light. I'll still browse 20/20 Video cuz seeing the pictures on the boxes is a good thing. But already I'm looking at my videostore rentals and thinking "late fee? blow me!"
Already I've seen three movies I absolutely NEEDED to see and thought I was going to have to buy in order to see.
GREASER'S PALACE (Dir: Robert Downey SENIOR)
During the deepest, darkest parts of our collaboration Matt Mitler insisted I needed to see this flick and DOGS IN SPACE and that I should incur any hardship and financial burden in order to do so. I finally have fulfilled my homework and yeah ... I can see it. I'll still take FORBIDDEN ZONE or PUTNEY SWOPE for that matter.
THE CRAMPS LIVE AT NAPA STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL
Swear to god! Not only did they think it was a good idea, they managed to talk their way into letting them do it. REALLY good mental patients in the front row.
ZOMBIE LAKE
WOW!!! When I first read that SHOCK WAVES was "the best of the Nazi zombie movies" I figured I needed to see the entire oeuvre. Near as I can tell, there are only three and when OASIS OF THE ZOMBIES comes up in my cue I'll be able to put in my two cents. I am SOO glad I didn't have to buy this thing. Now ... my no-budget credentials are in order. I am a graduate of the Foolish Mortals/Surf Reality Movie of the Month Club with Post-Doctoral work in L'Universite de Troma. I'm in such classics as PLEDGE NIGHT and ALIEN SEX PHONE PSYCHO and I'm telling you I just do not know what to make of this flick. The underwater shots are clearly in someone's pool, with tile, coping and garden hoses to the surface for cameramen to breathe through all clearly visible. It's ... ya know ... I'm gonna have to dedicate a whole post just to Zombie Lake.
BTW I have decided to take my chances with a micro-genre of this already miniscule sub-genre and I feel fairly confident that upon its completion my magnetic opiate SPORE!!! (aka Monsters del Fungo) will be the VERY BEST of the NEO Nazi Zombie movies. Stay tuned.
MODERN VAMPIRES and MADADAYO arrived today. I was supposed to get THE RESIDENTS: ICKY FLIX but not yet.
Already I've seen three movies I absolutely NEEDED to see and thought I was going to have to buy in order to see.
GREASER'S PALACE (Dir: Robert Downey SENIOR)
During the deepest, darkest parts of our collaboration Matt Mitler insisted I needed to see this flick and DOGS IN SPACE and that I should incur any hardship and financial burden in order to do so. I finally have fulfilled my homework and yeah ... I can see it. I'll still take FORBIDDEN ZONE or PUTNEY SWOPE for that matter.
THE CRAMPS LIVE AT NAPA STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL
Swear to god! Not only did they think it was a good idea, they managed to talk their way into letting them do it. REALLY good mental patients in the front row.
ZOMBIE LAKE
WOW!!! When I first read that SHOCK WAVES was "the best of the Nazi zombie movies" I figured I needed to see the entire oeuvre. Near as I can tell, there are only three and when OASIS OF THE ZOMBIES comes up in my cue I'll be able to put in my two cents. I am SOO glad I didn't have to buy this thing. Now ... my no-budget credentials are in order. I am a graduate of the Foolish Mortals/Surf Reality Movie of the Month Club with Post-Doctoral work in L'Universite de Troma. I'm in such classics as PLEDGE NIGHT and ALIEN SEX PHONE PSYCHO and I'm telling you I just do not know what to make of this flick. The underwater shots are clearly in someone's pool, with tile, coping and garden hoses to the surface for cameramen to breathe through all clearly visible. It's ... ya know ... I'm gonna have to dedicate a whole post just to Zombie Lake.
BTW I have decided to take my chances with a micro-genre of this already miniscule sub-genre and I feel fairly confident that upon its completion my magnetic opiate SPORE!!! (aka Monsters del Fungo) will be the VERY BEST of the NEO Nazi Zombie movies. Stay tuned.
MODERN VAMPIRES and MADADAYO arrived today. I was supposed to get THE RESIDENTS: ICKY FLIX but not yet.
