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HERM AGESTY

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it’s super nice and transitional outside, and i’m sitting around with the windows open listening to wangla bwutes and king sunny ade. i convinced little andrew to go outside and we went to the medium-far away store, where i bought oriental flavor ramen and there was a tri-weekly sandwich shop installed in the middle right of everything, in a configuration where you could be browsing cereals and then find yourself behind the counter by accident, where someone might demand of you a tuna melt and what would you do?. also, the light quality and fine dustiness of old photographs. on the way home we got yucca cake and coffee at the brazilian cafe, and i got to fall in slight love with a person who brings me food and speaks another language (this happens more often than not). even though my own coffee apparatus is only a block away from there, i like to get coffee at the brazilian place because they put in way more sugar than i’d allow myself to put in regularly. this time the lady asked “how much sugar?” and i didn’t know what to say, so i told her to use her discretion, which was as i had hoped: not discrete. mariah said the other day that the yucca cake is not sweet enough, which made us all bugg, but then we asked her if a spoonful of just sugar is sweet, and she said “not really”. kids!






SPEAKING OF UNBELIEVABLE SEARCH TERMS…

does anyone remember the name of the late 1990s pastor of the baptist church on salisbury and park? it was on the sign at first, then they took it down. though this seems unreasonable, i remember it as being really too preposterous to even invent as a joke– tangled in the veil of my intellect is the belief that it contained not only the strings “dick” and “butt” but also possibly “tit”, “fart”, or even “goose”. anyone? can anyone even corroborate that it was in fact, funny?






SUN MEDALLION

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great day today picking up checques and hanging out with nicky revs. he was cleaning stuff out of his old house and not only did i get a metronone and a few (3) of those blue shirts i’m trying to only wear, but i also got a copy of wolfram’s cellular automata bombshell “a new kind of science“, which i was super psyched for when it came out (2002), but found ultimately too expensive for me to buy, and too thick for me to get from the library and believably read. wolfram’s a great character– a prodigy and genius grant recipient, he quit academia so there’d be no call of foul play when he made millions on his elegant software (mathematica). used said millions to finance 10 years of study and the independent publishing of an epic tome to his own demanding specifications (and on this topic i can say that the book is subtly different in design from any other book i’ve ever read, and the acid-free paper is really nice). i would definitely say that wolfram, whose morals i have no indication of, is grade A supervillian material, luthorian almost (maybe). why just look at this newpaper clipping from 2002:

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are you serious? 50 years? but more importantly, 7up and pineapple juice? delicious, sinister, and in a way, the mark of genius. nick, i’m only a few pages in, a report maybe at the halfway mark. NB: now (and maybe at the time of release too) you can read the whole thing online.

aside:
even though i knew i wouldn’t be able to find it, i was racking my brains all afternoon into evening looking for “what was he drinking”. clearly, you can’t search your brain for “items one would never think of”. anyway, a quick search of sketchbooks for the quote above (2002 was a sparse writing year for me, but i knew i made a note of this somewhere) also revealed this actionable gem of an idea: “WHAT IF: creedence clearwater revival were tiny bugs?”. that’s cool, right?

to sum up:
today i had a pretty “unproductive” day doing actually pretty much nothing “creative”, which i felt great about because i read this moi every morning! “when a hammer strike your fill, when an anvil, hold ye still”.

oh, and image above from little lungs, whose blog i just just found. hi!





SOME SHOWS

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tonight (tuesday the 24th) at the firehouse, see ex-pat johanna “snowflake” walczak and the dance troupe she and john sleepy are in, plus juiceboxxxxx, javelin, and young male. flap a bum at 8pm.

march 2th, i’m playing at pigeon chest (on broadway in providence in between the stairwell and olneyville) with dan shea’s band the needy visions, plus graham forest. i don’t know what time. pigeon chest is like a vintage store, you can get nine dollar shawls there.

also, this is old news i guess but anyway yma sumac RIP.






PRISMATIC ROOM

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this weekend i went to the niece’s first birthday party in portland maine, a nice drive up with my mom and aunt, a good sitting around watching the kid, lots of sugary treats that made me almost immediately sleepy. i read an article a while back about a parent who was trying to teach their kid “high five”, because people act like it’s instinctive: you see a hand out and you slap it; this was causing problems. sure as shit, we’re leaving and i try to give the niece a terrorist fist jab, nothing happens and i’m a little surprised.

we drove back that night and i got to see blister pack, dungeoneers, and the fantastic curtin bros band (featuring serge pinksy), AKA the german measles. i adore the curtins, and their new band is great, kind of seeds-ish, with lots of rockin’ and reelin’ and being pushed to the ceilin’. blister pack was the best yet, with vocals finally loud enough to show that this is a great band. and the dungeoneers were in perfect form, with Mr Z playing the drums with a kitchen knife (and holding it by the blade!). tite show, here’s a long photo i shot of BP:

none of the other pictures i took came out, i think i was too shaky because curtin:nick gave me an energy beer. i was psyched to see the curtins because i had a dream a few days previous about curtin:alex, in which i saw him at a party and told him how excited i was to see him and his brother in the vivian girls video. so when i saw him i told him, but i didn’t get that deja vu feeling. i didn’t know that vivian girls had kickball katy and cassie in it until i saw the 7″ at cindy and charile’s apt, but i knew that sourpuss mark was on tour with them in some capacity, and i had read glowing things about them on dennis’ blog (which doesn’t support linking to individual entries), so they were on the radar. as i said, psyched to find out they were old pals, and old pals pals with old pals no less. NB: this is “vivian girls” (brooklyn 2009), not “the vivian girls” (australia 2000). and for more curtin brothers videos for jangly droney pop bands, see crystal stilts. hmm… watch me bite hard on “jangly droney pop band” in the next few weeks…

picture above by luarembepe. props to HPW (new blog for the rio kid) for the idea “link to a search”.






YOOP

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oh yeah, new design for the HBML page, plus another try at regular posts, to get things moving again before the big re-opening. also, a call for barnet newman fan art.






A SHAMBLING MASS

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yesterday in the course of regular errands i went to the comic book store again. i had been there the previous day, delivering t-shirts and picking up some stuff (more kamandi, plus tezuki’s phoenix, which i put off getting for a while because there’s 12 books @ $16 each and i knew they’d be so good i’d have to get them all after a while (they are)). i’m lucky that there is a neighborhood comic book shop, and extremely lucky that it’s one of the better ones– tons of back issues, and if you dig you can always find something readable (if not “collector’s grade”) for short money. pars and i were talking in the car on the way home about how getting a book signed increases the emotional value and decreases the monetary value, and only seconds later do i open up my purchase, an old issue of man thing with a hippie motif, to find that it’s signed by steve gerber! which probably accounted for the $.95 price tag. a real “plate of shrimp” moment that underscores this idea: slightly ruin everything you own so it will be enjoyed and loved for the duration of its existence, and not squirreled away in a bag somewhere by some weiner.

more:
steve gerber (pictured above) passed away a few months ago, he was i think best known for writing howard the duck (the comic, not the movie), but i got into him through the original OMEGA THE UNKNOWN, which only lasted ten issues, and good thing too, as it left all the questions raised by the story (who are these people, what are they doing, what’s going on) completely (spoiler alert) unanswered in a totally awesome and “realistic” absurdist way. for people like us, this is very very satisfying. also, mostly, this:

SOME UNFORSEEN FACTOR INTERRUPTS THE NORMAL FLOW OF EVENTS, AND WITHOUT WARNING, A FINELY-TUNED ORGANISM ERUPTS IN DISCORD, VIOLENCE.

this is the model.

there’s a new omega the unknown, which is also really good, but i haven’t finished it yet (i’m hoping to fill in the gaps (#s 7, 8, 9) at the boston comic con (BoCoCo) in april). jonathan lethem writes, farel dalrymple illustrates– a great team, but i’m nervous: can anyone will their imagination to avoid tying up loose ends and leave things not nebulous or rich with possibility but menacingly natural and pleasantly bummerish? that’s a pretty tall (or rather, infinitely flat) order. amazon has a few copies of the original ΩTU trade paperback: Omega: The Unknown Classic TPB. plus the new one, which if you get you are honor bound to not discuss with me the last four issues (i own #10 but refuse to read it). also contains a few pages of gary panter art (which i’m sure is incredible but i haven’t seen it yet because that’s issue 7): Omega: The Unknown.





BLASTOFF

last saturday at noon me and pars and our roommate kevin on earth went to the boston sci fi movie marathon (“the other boston marathon“) with dan wars, dan shea, the shea squad, jen macmahon, tim olinari, mr mittens, and josh and chris langberg. here is my report:

dans wars and shea slept in line the night before so we could all get the entire front row. pars and i took the train to boston the night before and slept at cindy and charlie’s place, which was, duh, cute, and charlie made us chamomile tea and hot toddies so i slept like a baby. took the train in the morning, met up with out stalwart pals at the front, breezed in and settled down. we brought blankets, good snacks (fruit and nuts), and comfy clothes (though not sweatpants, which DW always tries to get me to wear).

this year the line-up was stronger than the other two years i’ve gone, without a single movie i wasn’t a little excited about (and only one that i was disappointed by). it was, in order: ALIEN TRESPASS(Premiere), IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE in 3D! , CHRYSALIS (Premiere), LOGAN’S RUN, RUNAWAY, ALIEN RAIDERS (premiere, with Director in Person), THE THING (1951), REPO MAN, INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS (1978), KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE, TRANSFORMERS, I MARRIED A MONSTER FROM OUTER SPACE, & STAR TREK II: THE WRATH OF KHAN. alien trespass sucked, a 50s sci fi parody, which is dumb because 50s sci fi is like, baroque, and there’s no joke you can make about it that is more fun than the original. it came from outer space was PERFECT, the best old 3d movie i’ve ever seen. most of the movie was shot outside in the desert, so the camera had an infinite focal length, without which there will be things on screen in 3d space that are impossible to focus on, which is frustrating. really really good, and why didn’t (or don’t) “serious” filmmakers do black and white 3D? it rules! chrysalis was a complete waste of time, poorly acted and based on an extremely short story by ray bradbury, translated to film so lovingly that seemingly no line of dialogue was cut or changed, pointing out that are things a character says in a book that they would never say in a movie or in life, things that are better said with a facial expression or just left unsaid. logan’s run ruled, perfect 70s sci fi with great costumes and an awesome generative-sounding soundtrack i would love to get, which gave me some good music ideas.

runaway was the standout hit of the fest for me, a movie starring tom selleck, gene simmons (!) and kirstie alley, set in an alternate 1984 in which robots are ubiquitous but are not far fetched at all– mostly along the lines of industrial robots or those drink-serving robots you see in old popular science magazines, with no pretensions of sentience whatsoever. it was super weird in that no one talked about computers, or networking, or emergent behavior or whatever– the bad guy has a chip that, when installed, can overwrite any robot’s instructions, allowing him to program it to do whatever. strictly tools. again, at no point do the robots get chaos theoryish on anyone, at all, not even a little (and the movie was writ by micheal “JP” crichton!). the technology is silly, but ultimately mundane, which to me, in a movie from this time period, watched now, is interesting. additionally, it’s a fun actiony movie, and it stars el selleck, so really, it could be about watching paint dry and i’d probably like it. also gene simmons is surprisingly good as the villian.

alien raiders is a new movie that was really well made and quite good. it started right in the thick of the story without ever totally explaining the mechanics of the scenario or the big picture, or even what events brought them all to the point they were at (which made you think for a while that the main characters were in fact the bad guys, or rather, that they were some lesser bad guys that would later complicate a bad situation). also they did something super smart which almost no one allows themselves to do anymore- they only gave you a good shot of the monster right at the very end, and even then only for a second. i really liked it, and would recommend it to fans of alien thrillers. the only thing i would take points off for would be the opening titles, which they really scrimped on, with a dumb font and a shitting “lock and load” gearing up sequence with the “gritty” filter way up, totally played out.

transformers showed at 5am, the perfect time slot, and i must say i enjoyed it. since the transformers didn’t have to be actual physical toys, their looks and movement weren’t hampered by any physical whatever, and there was just a ton of crazy swirling CGI bullshit everywhere in every sequence, baffling in the way that all action movies after braveheart are shaky and baffling and you can’t really tell what’s going on except that it’s exciting. also it had my favorite style of background guy in movies: guys who look like mike bell smith mike, i tried to get a good picture (pictures of movies being a new hobby of mine) but the movie’s too damn fast and then (spoiler) the guy gets killed by a massive scorpion. here’s one from some website. oh, and speaking of art starz that i either really really like or really hate and think are totally boring, at one point the camera zoomed past a lamppost with a shepard fairey sticker on it. so the movie is contemporary art neutral.

everything else was good, classic, worth it, etc., but nothing that bears note beyond “it was good” or “you should watch it if you like stuff like this”. you probably already know if you might like it, and if so, it’s probably in you queue, so whatever.

other notes on the fest:
i thought coffee was free but actually it was only free if you bought the cup, which is $13, which i couldn’t afford, but i was already a few cups in before i realized (when the people told someone near me). kevin later bought a mug and we shared it. i didn’t fall asleep except for a few times (less than ten) and for a few minutes (less than five). i had a good time.





COMINGS AND GOINGS

congratulations to our old friend polina, blessed with an amazing mind governed by a charitable and open and magnanimous personality and topped with an astounding amount of hair, now also blessed with a wee baby, currently nameless. actually, the baby is not wee but tall and large, which is certainly auspicious. hooray!

also as a wheel turns, i am sad to say we have recently lost a friend, edwin, a hound dog as ornery as they come. i lived with edwin for a few months, and i found him to be sharply opinionated, irritable, drooly, a little menacing, and impossible not to love. he just turned 14 a few weeks ago, which in dog years is 98.

god bless all animals






POOR LITTLE TURTLE DOVE

what’s a day? today’s friday the thirteenth and no inauspicious circumstances– i even went out half-looking although i did comb my hair the other way, which probably protected me from being seen by malign spirits and various snatchers (dunnies). tomorrow is valentine’s day, but bear in mind that just because it’s valentine’s day that doesn’t mean the dunnies won’t hang around. in fact, it might be far easier pickings for them, so remember: the dunnies can only get you by calling out your real name. so just don’t ever say your real name out loud, and you should be fine.

thanks sheryl ann for the information on the dunnies.






FRIED PLANTAIN IS BETTER

today i needed to go to boston to get a printout of certain official certificates, so last night i set to work on finishing two (!) new comic books to give dan at his boring work. in the process of putting together the letters page for one of them, i found the original documents that were the whole reason for the trip in the first place! now just to the cvs for the passport photo and the post o to seal the deal, and my week’s important errands wil be done. my new uniform shirt (which i’ve yet to get multiples of, like satie) is dirty, but i’m getting it out for the picture anyway, got to come correct.

dan, because i’m not coming to boston today i made this to entertain you:
anyway, i’ll see you anyway this weekend at the THON.

currently listening to the naija boys lollipop african remix over and over and over again (via jean via scøtt). more songs about food!






LESS OBSESSIVE / MORE FUNCTIONAL

this past week or so i’ve been re-doing my room to make it easier to work in, roughly separating the two weird spaces in my room into “storage” (which includes my bed) and “inspiration” which includes books, records, zines, comics, posters, pictures of friends, and a very clean desk that folds down when not in use so i can’t really stack things on it. also the folding down desk makes room for dancing around to music and doing daily exercises, which contribute greatly to my mental well-being. also finally enough floor space to re-org all my records, which i had moved a few times and effectively shuffled.

categorizing records is always (to me) interesting and fun, and it’s just nice to flip through and remember what you’ve got and how much of it, and to put like and like together and examine the differences, to mark progressions, etc.. as far as putting them into ultra specific categories, that can be fun, but if you’re at all discerning, i think you’ll find it also impossible, as many things fall in multiple categories, and anyway, i’m not the sort to put a record back exactly in alphabetical order. ok, let’s be system sally for a second and look at our motivations, styles of use, and solutions.

• partying and taking care of your records.
take good care of your records. unlike cds or hard drives they are archival and will last pretty much forever, and can be played without electricity, on equipment you could probably build yourself if it really came down to it. protect your records by putting the records themselves in paper sleeves, the covers and the records together in polybags (with the opening on top so they don’t slide off when you put them on the shelf), with the record next to the cover but not in it (to reduce ringwear on the cover). don’t go through every record and put them in polybags right away, though– having decided on this system, put them into bags (which you keep next to the records) only after you listen to them. in this way you can see at a glance which records you don’t ever listen to. you can do whatever you want at this stage, maybe after a year reevaluate the records you haven’t listened to– would you buy them again for a dollar? have a section for records you’ve listened to and realized you don’t really care about (elvis costello). when this section is sufficiently large, bring them all to armageddon or mystery train, to trade for records that you like, or are at least somewhat promising.

• organizing records
it’s easy to think that you want a place for everything, hyper organized by fine genre and then alphabetized, or along a continuum (for example, a metal section that is slow on one end (abutting drone) growing to super fast on the other end (abutting breakcore and glitch)). don’t do it! these sections are fun to put together but hell to maintain, and life is to live. save these ideas for mixtapes. unless your collection is pretty homogenous (all 12″ singles form the past 8 years) or you have sufficiently large collections of any given category (i have a surprising amount of barrelhouse piano records featuring men in arm garters and women in satin underwear), don’t alphabetize and just try and keep loose neighborhoods of categorization (children’s, comedy, pop, weird) that you just flip through to find things in. searching and not finding is a bummer, but flipping through a certain amount of records is fun, and helps you remember what you have, and be like “oh, maybe i want to listen to this instead!”. in the words of the poet, serendipity, baby!

my largest section is “pop”, which takes up probably 4 feet of shelf space, and which i might break down and re-cat. i’m trying to get rid of a lot of this, because sufficiently popular music (i think) will last pretty much forever and is almost immediately located on the global illegal file sharing library system. there is no reason for me to have, for example, a madonna record, when i could download the whole thing faster than i could locate it in the stacks. of course, certain pop music i like to have on vinyl for sentimental reasons, or to have the covers, or to be forced to listen to in album order. that’s fine. but remember- moving with a ton of records sucks and who knows what the future will bring? not me. or, me, but only a little.

if you have less than 3 shelf-feet of records, just organize your records by how often you listen to them– put the last record you listened to on the left side and shift everything else down. this should be enough. i have a buffer zone into which i put the last records i listened to, then, when it’s full, i shuffle these back in. it’s a nice thing to do on a sunday after watering the plants, and it’s nice to look back and say “this was my week”.

• tapes
on the topic[fine] but off topic[course], here’s a really nice thing i do when listening to records: tape a single song off the record onto the next available space on a blank tape that you always keep in the tape deck. label the tape “music as it is heard” and put the date you started it. when you fill up both sides of the tape, write the date you finished it. in this fashion you make a nice and sometimes pretty weird semi-biographical mixtape without even noticing it, and you interject a little critical thought into every time you put on a record– “what’s the standout song from this record / for this moment / to follow that last record?”. if you listen to the same record over and over again, you don’t have to keep putting on songs from that record. but if you revisit a record further down the line, feel free to include another track, or the same track again, or just a snippet. also, keep a piece of paper tacked to the wall with the tracklisting on it, and include some information that you don’t think is going to be immediately useful– write down the song title, the artist name, the record title, and then (for example) the year it was released, or the country/region it’s from, or the label it’s on. seeing all this together at the end is always interesting to me. i got this idea from “true metal according to jeff vol 1″, an excellent mix tape jeff scheaffer made me in exchange for cdrs of the ginsberg box set. he put the country and year after each song, which proved to be most enlightening. when your tape is done, make a few copies and xerox the liner notes. give these out as random presents, or in barter situations (“do you want to drive to the show? i’ll chip in for gas and give you a mix tape”). you might think “tapes, how gauche”, but tapes allow you to do lots of stuff that you could do on cdr but wouldn’t, a sort of creativity that is a few levels away when you’re burning mp3s to a cd. also mix tapes rule over mix cds because they are linear: you have to listen to the whole thing in order, which gives you more opportunity to appreciate tracks you might hear once on cd and then just skip past. also, this linearity makes juxtaposition more interesting– a cdr is just a folder with files in it, a tape is a journey. oh, and even though lots of people don’t have tape players anymore, lots of people still have them in their cars so it’s still game on.

• my categories
ok, to bring back to the stated goal: to talk about records, i’d like to
say my categories: pop, jazz / classical / electronic, bought new, comedy, children’s, spoken word / instructional, curious, hokey, barrelhouse / ragtime, other lands / percussion, 10″s, 7″s. these categories are in two larger categories that might be labeled “every day” and “reference”, and using the polybag method, the entire collection is also split into “recent listen” and “possibly never”. “other lands” contains the stripper records (via the bellydancing records) but that might all get moved to “hokey”. pop contains rock, hip hop, punk, bubble gum, etc., with no distinctions, although i may breakaway a 12″ section, as these are sometimes hard to find (unlabled spines). “other lands” is pretty dubious and maybe should just turn into “exotica / false hawaii” and “percussion / stereo demonstration” (which would be a good place for sound effects, currently neglected in “curious”), then piece everything else out to jazz, pop, and hokey (which currently could also be called “white identity 1950 – 1970″).

• other organization schemas
abel had his cds organized by spine color, which i found maddening but was pleasant to look at and worked for him and resulted in strange bedfellows (if i did this, go go’s “vacation” would neighbor richard pryor “that nigger’s crazy” in the “rainbow” section). maralie was talking about putting her records in chronological order, which is very interesting– to see what came out the same year, and to think about what that year was like, but maybe this would be better as a list on the internet than a decent method of finding furious five “it’s nasty (genius of love)”. give up, maralie? it’s 1981, next to kraftwerk “computer world”, black flag “damaged”, AC/DC “for those about to rock…” and both “give the people what they want”s (jimmy cliff and the kinks). better just to read the wiki year by year. anyone else got a good system for this?






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