Sunday, March 23, 2008


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I felt a tear drop at relish and mustard sandwiches.

So yes, this is a huge swing into the mainstream. But I think it's incredibly important. Pretty much every issue has been addressed and in the places where they cannot be simply wrapped-up, it's announced as such. He also exploded the techniques used by Reagan, Bush Sr., and Bush Jr. to distract from real issues towards garnering support and dividing voting blocs. This speech seems like it actually has something for the human part of every American. I could imagine even a conservative corporation owner getting a small pang, and begin thinking about the struggles their ancestors made for them to be where they are. Anyway, it's a good investment of 37 minutes.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

To Tao Lin

Fuck you.
I can say that because I'm not you.
But I can't really mean that because we share something.
I do mean it, as in there is sincerity in these words,
but I can't mean it, as in average it out.
I don't eat animals.
I eat products of animals.
I eat parts of what were once animals, but now are food.
And when I stop
for a minute,
for an hour,
for weeks,
the world keeps spinning,
and human flesh is still sold on the black market.
When the oil of animal flesh coagulates
it makes a round shape.
When that same oil of humans coag's
it makes a diamond.
Be glad you're not so gaudy as a rapper,
or that would've been a great segue-way.

The computers you use to make your e-books,
and what is used to make blogs some read
and what is used to make music some hear
and what is used to get bicycle directions in this town
and what is used to watch porn some build careers around
is killing the earth as well.
Youngsters are harvesting the danger/dead Macintosh parts
for bits of food and coin for cloth.
Like youngsters rummage through garbage dumps of cities
looking for thrown-away ziploc bags to use as condoms.
And yes I said Ziploc.
Because that's a part of my culture,
the culture that you are a part of
that is killing the earth.
And if you can continue to think
that crossing your arms,
crossing your Ts,
and blotting your eyes,
or at least doing so in your art
is going to stop the giant hand you sit in
from scratching off its corrosive dead skin cells
onto the surface of the earth,
you're crazy.
You've got some nerve.
Who do you think you are?
Fuck you.
I can say that because I'm not you.
But I can't really mean that because we share something.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

"When two or three assemble with a snare,kick, hi-hat, or cymbal"

It kicks off with Aceyalone, and then a young Busdriver and many other brilliants.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Thinkin' of Sweden

also, I've begun posting on this multi-city, multinational culture blog that's questionable and has the name of