Saturday, March 24, 2012

Time consumes history...

and leaves memories like clouds passing over the sun, and in the end it's probably better to take a simple inventory of fond remembrances...

The smell of Amphora tobacco

The way Cremora clumps up at the top of instant coffee

The comfortable machine rattle of an old IBM Selectric

Sunday crosswords

A series of pulp novels we shared. He would pick them up at the airport when he traveled on business and pass them on to me as he finished.


And these remain some of my fondest childhood memories.

Donald Ian Morrison: November 7, 1925-March 23, 2012


RIP Uncle Ian... Wish we'd had a chance to reconnect. I'll take the hit for that.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Rick Santorum Takes Mississippi & Alabama Primaries


And if elected, every man over the age of 21 will receive one free prostate exam!!!

Right this way to the polls---------->>>>>>>


On the off chance this man does get elected (and I think we have a better chance of seeing God) the reality is that we're all getting a lot more than a digital, we won't even get a friendly reach-around, and there will be no healthcare coverage to pay for it.

Cheers. Don't forget to vote.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Inception? (Paul Weller & Maud Kwawkawee)

Middle-aged man posts a video of a middle-aged man singing about a middle-aged man...



I remember when I felt that rock & roll was kind of dangerous. People were afraid of it, and since I was a "part" of it, they might just be afraid of me too. Many of my friends felt the same way.

We were all proven wrong.

Provided you don't, as a young man, drink too much and wrap your car around a tree, a mid-life crisis is far more dangerous than rock & roll. Far more expensive too.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Rock of Hemorrhages

And I've just named my first death metal band...


It is every American's right to squander their own 1st Amendment rights, and who am I to judge?

But of course I will. Apologies in advance, but this random search of Death Metal band names and songs speaks of trying way too hard. There was a time when rumor and innuendo was enough. Remember the Rod Stewart stomach pump rumor? Remember when Alice Cooper frightened parents? Remember when Punk Rock was reviled on CHiPs?



Anyway... the list:

Splatter Whore: Golden Shower Glory Hole
Kataklysm: As The Wall Collapses
Tampax Vortex: SuperWhoreRape
Splatter Whore: Rohypnol Power Hour (okay, I laughed at this one)
Amputated Genitals: Vaginal Super Grind Vomit
Wormrot: Set to Kill
Torsofuck: Cannibal
Spasm: Paedophilic Kindergarten Party
Insect Warfare: Death to the False Grind
Hypocrisy: Inseminated Adoption
Wormfarm: Maggot Attack
Pathology: Blessed Through Suffering
Wargore: Brutally Mutilated
Gutted With Broken Glass: Headfuck

Okay, so someone has to keep it edgy, even if it borders on parody. Katy Perry dying her hair blue is just not rock and roll.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Something to think about...


" Death is our eternal companion. It is always to our left, an arm's length behind us. Death is the only wise adviser that a warrior has. Whenever he feels that everything is going wrong and he's about to be annihilated, he can turn to his death and ask if that is so. His death will tell him that he is wrong, that nothing really matters outside its touch. His death will tell him, "I haven't touched you yet.""
(Carlos Castaneda)

Don Juan went on to tell Carlos (and I'm not here to argue the veracity of Castaneda's stories) that since a warrior never knows when Death will take him, he must remain forever mindful of all his words and actions. Nobody wants their very last word or act in this realm to be petty or horrible.

Or maybe that's not the case at all. One SHOULDN'T want that, but certainly many don't care at all. One might, if only for vanity, be careful since we are often remembered for our last misdeed, no matter how we lived otherwise. Last words are forever quoted.

Being the man behind no small number of misadventures and petty verbal assaults, Castaneda's/Don Juan's words in print resonated with me. I may still be taken to task for mindfulness, but the message still rings clearly.

Mind your step. Mind your words. You've only got one shot at this dying thing. Do it well.

It's a damn good question...

I'm not trying to be a wiseass here, but it cannot be denied.


There is, as far as I know, no real explanation either.

Faith is funny that way.

Friday, March 02, 2012

Genocide Collectibles

... and other such stuff.

I've long been wary of those who traffic in/collect artifacts and assorted paraphernalia from the darker periods in human history. The lines between genuine curiosity and creepy nostalgia often seem blurred, and it leads me to question the motivation. Call me judgmental.

I had become friends with a fellow in school (read: we shared an interest in long, chemically-fueled discussions on politics, sociology, etc.) who collected WWII stuff. He told me it started with pieces like an old Luger and an SS Dagger and an Iron Cross that his grandfather had brought back from Europe in 1945. He built from there, going to auctions, flea markets and (tellingly) ads from the back of magazines like Soldier of Fortune. His collection had expanded, at that point to several glass cases of medals, knives, flags, a full uniform and several walls of portraits.


His little museum seemed nearly harmless at first, but as time wore on, and he grew more comfortable with me presumably, he did reveal himself to be extremely anti-semitic. He openly scapegoated black and brown people and had little to no tolerance for Asians, with the exception of the Japanese whom he characterized as "industrious and of superior intelligence."

I hadn't given him much thought in years, but several days ago I was nosing through a flea market and came across a booth with quite a bit of what I've come to learn is called "Black Americana" CLICK HERE displayed. Now... I've seen brief news bits on this stuff, and it's really not difficult to see why it's so controversial. You'd be an ass not to question who comprises the target market for these items.


It does a fairly complete job of creeping me out because my suspicion is that like the Nazi Collectibles CLICK HERE, the market is driven as much by nostalgia as by historic interest.

Again, call me judgmental.

I am by no means saying that we should pave over history and try to forget it. I'm just saying that I remain wary of some of the people trying really hard to preserve it.

And perhaps reenact or revive it. Maybe I'm not being fair, but I didn't see anybody darker than I am approach that booth at the flea market the other day.

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Blues Culture--Bill Steber Photography


I do, on occasion, run across things on the web that speak for themselves, and therefore require no comment from me. Bill Steber's photo archive is its own best advocate. CLICK HERE

Friendly Reach-Around


The King? Bollix! I'm Lemmy. I'll do as I want.

Thursday, March 01, 2012

The Missing Passage from Exodus: The 11th Plague

And if thou refuse to let them go, behold, I shall smite thy borders with cheerleaders...