ok so I've got a lot of stuff on here that i've stolen from others, i know this, so maybe I'll say something for myself for a change, but really who reads this stuff anyways?? I'm just a repurposer of cultural artifactory. Actually, I just like to enjoy life and the last few years have sucked and I'm making up for it so please excuse me if I say weird things to you or do weird things or make you go to weird parties. Or please forgive me for not inviting you to the weird parties. I am a filmmaker in constant training, I made a claymation stop motion film and it appears that everyone laughs at it, but maybe they're just being polite, who knows. More on that to come. I'm also an Xtreme amateur musician hobbyist, as in I play drums and bass and the melodica, piano, saxophone, & guitar, but nothing exceptionally well. I read voraciously, even though it might be pulpy, trashy, stuff, it's still reading. I am the cliff claven of weird knowledge that has no bearing in life. I am the Schneider of DIY. I enjoy making found art. I like scouring salvage yards and thrift store outlets for junk that I can repurpose into something interesting. I don't know where this will go, but it's fun. But this is not the sum of all my parts, it changes daily, and may not resemble the finished product at all.
Imagine a world in which generations of human beings come to believe that certain films were made by God or that specific software was coded by him.
Imagine a future in which millions of our descendants murder each other over rival interpretations of Star Wars or Windows 98. Could anything -- anything -- be more ridiculous? And yet, this would be no more ridiculous than the world we are living in. -Sam Harris, author (1967-)
Phoenix.....
"Basically, a repository of mediocre poorly educated
bottom-feeders seeking cheap banal living and easy
money. This souless mix of carpet-bagging transients,
budget seniors, tatooed misfits, real estate grifters,
toothless white trash tweakers, minimum wage job seekers and
pseudo-Scottsdale millionaires has created a major population
center that masquarades as a major metropolis but is
really one big cow town.
A bleak barren landscape with terrible weather, traffic
congestion, bad air, stuffed with ugly stucco houses
and big box retailers peddling Chinese crap, corporate
food, and a dumbed down semi-literate citizenry,
Phoenix/Scottsdale metro epitomizes the lowest commom
denominator of American cities.
If somehow, by either plan or accident, you're living
in metro Phoenix/Scottsdale, you rank on the bottom
rungs of the intelligence charts. The only reason to be
here, (temporarily), is if you're making a decent income
(absolute min. 250k per yr). Anything less is not
worth it, as your health, mental well being and
personal esteem will deeply suffer by living in this
genetic cesspool of half-breeds."
"There were all these activists, you know, Berkeley radicals, White Panthers... all trying to stop the war and change things for the better. Then we got flooded with all these 'flower children' who were into drugs and sex. Where the hell did the hippies come from?"--Abbie HoffmanINDEED
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, does not go away
So to fight back against that, if you feel you must, you have to study your prey. Imitate Mickey Mouse and Coca-Cola, co-opt them and their colors and their methodology. Anyone who’s using the techniques of the imagined opposition has got my vote, y’know? Be beautiful and seductive so that culture wants to eat you up. Be like a prion, an unstoppable replicating germ in the guts of the body politic. Be the little pill that culture swallows, the drug that changes everything and forces new vision. Be the infection that brings shamanic crisis. Be the loving poison that Things As They Are cannot recover from.
"It’s like the Beckett line: “Fail again, fail better.†I always try to fail better. Let’s face it, it’s all a failure. Even if it’s a great success, you know how you failed. There is no perfection. There is only certain degrees of failure... And I am saying this as an optimist."
-David Duchovny (who always has something good to say about failure)
Some people like to rock,
some people like to roll,
Movin' and groovin' 's gonna satisfy my soul
Let's have a party,let's have a party,
sending to the store
and buy some more,
let's have a party tonight.
I never kissed a bear,
I never kissed a goon,
but I can shake a chicken in the room.
Well, Honky Tonky Joe,is knockin' at the door,
bring him in and fill him up and set him on the floor.
The meat is on the stove,
the bread is getting hot,
everybody running at the pastry in the pot.
I never kissed a bear,
I never kissed a goon,
but I can shake a chicken in the middle of the room.
Let's have a party tonight ...
