Morbid Curiosity Makes You Watch, Though Warned Being What's Watching You're Watched

This post read yesterday at Sequenza21 reminded me of when I group-blogged at one of two group-blogs I group-blogged at once upon at time, reminded me of one of my dehydrated gags I use when I've run out of ideas for monologues: go look what I was blogging this date last POTUS. First, I'm reminded it's Bob Mould's birthday, his 52nd. Second, here's what I wrote October 16, 2008:

No no no, it's McCain's comprehensive suckitude, not Obama awesomeness, which means an October surprise, especially involving tanks, planes, bombs, and ay-rabs could vaporize Obama's lead in a swift kaboom, though the eerie absence of angrily abscessing clusterfucks internationally is perhaps encouraging, though forgive me if I find the quiet ominous. God-taunting is a habit of faith.

What I've learned: habits of faith are myopic. An African-American is nineteen days from (perhaps) being elected president, an event I frankly thought impossible as little as a year ago, and we are witnessing the potential collapse of the global economic system on a par with, if not exceeding, the Great Depression, and I am so personally invested in both events - and have zero control over either event - that I'm seemingly incapable of stepping outside my parochial self-interest and enjoying the historical import of either from a perspective of wonderment.

Jesusfuck, dig that color scheme which incorporates my beloved noxzema bottle blue (yes, I'll toogle over for a weekend sometime soon just for my sake), look how I keep all photos within the margins like a good boy! And see, nothing's changed: my rube, whatever flavor I claim tastes best on any given day, always trumps enjoying the what-the-fuck. So no, I'll not watch the debate tonight, thanks.

• The leakiness of surveillance.
• After the fire. It was a literally a proving ground.
• Lydon on Biden.
• Fisticuffs! I once thought Jennifer Rubin aspired to be successor to The World's Shittiest Human but she seems happy enough to be a well-paid assclown.
• Romney's plan and why he opposes it.
• Hippie-punching for dummies.
• Yes yes yes, motherfucking crackers.
• Passing gas.
• Paul Ryan is like Madeleine Albright.
• Quite possibly Pastor Sanctimonious' most sanctimonious column ever.
• "The Grand Bargain."
• Remembering Joe Bagaent.
• What is socialism?
• What is socialism?
• In praise of anarchy, part 3.
• Sequenza21 is a group-blog about contemporary classical music run by Jerry Bowles who also runs Best of the Blogs, a political group blog that I used to contribute to but left long ago for various reasons I can't bother to recall but mostly because I couldn't do there what I do here. I still read Sequenza21 occasionally if a post's title catches my eye in the blogroll, haven't been to Best of the Blogs in a year. 
• Bleggalgazing Blegsylvania. Of course it's a kindergarten sandbox. Always has been just like the real world re: power and its arrangements.
• The mesh of power.
• My current and future hell.
• When did Metro start sucking?
• New Danielewski reviewed. I was hoping it'd be good (and I still give it a look). 
• Book 1A.
• Three hours of good.

 
[SOME PEOPLE ARE TICKLISH]

Lyn Hejinian

Some people are ticklish and it's symptomatic of their sensitivity
They are quick, like storytellers, to express experience
There's evidence that the dream and every day the evidence
      is accumulating
They need its services
They cannot concoct without laughing a tthe strength of sheep
Still, the stretch of sensitivity is hard to measure

The senses, inventive, permit us to sleep
They got us into a situation
Among senseless objects, there is still some reality

But senses have objects - everything provides evidence of this
The objects make themselves available and laugh
Suddenly you're one of them

Morbid curiosity makes you watch, though warned
Being what's watching you're watched
As careful as it is to be eclectic you cannot choose
Dreaming of encyclopedias and thumbing backwards - is this
      what it is to have memories?