Yes, this is the second consecutive Meerkat Thursday, as long as Ken keeps posting meerkat gifs on his Wednesday morning radio show there will be Meercat Thursdays. So we didn't go to the US Open Cup game. One of Planet's uncles woke up with a grippe and bagged, logistics from work would have made making it by game-time iffy (fucking United even starts these games at 7:00, Germantown Maryland, a 7:00 start, cause there's no rush hour traffic in Montgomery County, like there aren't just two two-lane roads into SoccerPlex), and wicked thunderstorms were predicted to start by late game (as it turned out, that was a false concern). Fine metaphors abound, where once I wouldn't miss a United game in Germantown because United, the whole point of the evening was a family reunion. And United won, there will another game in Germantown in two weeks, though of course no one saw that coming when we decided not to go.
- I'm not going to do the research, but I'm certain that the need for Sun Kil Moon cascades are often followed by the need of Mazzy Star cascades.
- Story about a relative (a panopticon technician) who is thoroughly disgusted with me re: Manning/Snowden, I could tell you the story but won't because it's private .
- Story about a friend (whose wife is a upper tier panopticon poobah) who is thoroughly disgusted with me re: Manning/Snowden, I could tell you the story but won't because it's private.
- Overheard conversations about Snowden and fucking peasants by professors at work who couldn't give a flying fuck what I think, they are influential motherfucking Grand Poobahs of the Royal Order of Buffalos (identify that allusion!) I could tell you what they said but won't because I'm just the hired help and I've two years left in the commitment I made 25 years ago.
- Fine metaphors abound.
- Red room with spooks.
- Living in a virtual panopticon.
- The five stages of living in a national panopticon.
- Fed up with all the bullshit.
- Insubordination and the surveillance state.
- The banality of condemnation.
- One in three.
- BroadSnark's things you might have missed.
- Own to rent.
- At least one David Thomas song each day for June
- Tomorrow his birthday. Requests solicited.
- Ten Mile Creek!
- Meditations of an oaf.
- Gaddis, for those of you who do.
- Rachel Kushner interview. I'm halfway through Flamethrowers, it started fast, is slowing down, I have no idea if it's the book or if it's me.
- Love triptych.
DANGERS
Rodney Jones
From the first, I was too reluctant, achieving by dribs and drabs,
Happy to linger in shallows while others jackknifed from cliffs, wrong
To exact perfection from a sad piece or add notes to a proven tune;
But ever the classicist:
in swimming lessons, slowest to learn;
In fights, tentative, preferring the hammerlock to the jab and hook; cautious
In the earliest romances, choking in the clutch, fumbling the caress; or shy
Among the crew-cut Cupids bristling at the armory’s weekend dances;
But shifty in every game, keeping it close. Always holding still
And adjuring others to go slow
until we leapt forward that night out of control
And pinned to the seats of Tyler Wilson’s outlandishly unstock Ford
While, from the opposite side of the valley, scalding in each curve, came the black din
And brunt of Sonny Walker’s highjacker Chevrolet, everyone screaming
And bearing down to be first across the bridge at Hurricane Creek.
Many trophies show us frozen: a leg poised for the hurdle, an arm cocked for the unanswerable spike.
What I remember through the windshield’s splintering lens is time, a mailbox
Rushing by, the letters TURRENTINE,
then darkness rolling inside;
Though memory, at best, retrieves maybe six percent in studio light,
So even now I think we might have turned:
smart with his hands,
There is a kind of savior who blusters through the South, good with animals and machines,
Who surely somehow would have found a gap, through an open gate
Into a marshy cornfield
or up a logging road into a hillside wood.
At any rate, there is just a little while, shy of any bridge, just as judgment
Balances its two blind alternatives and a third accelerates head-on.
I’ve made a careful study: things that can only be accomplished in deep space,
In another language, in far history, at an almost incalculable speed. Courage is not included, or much foolishness.
They spin the purest glass, they split the atom, they speak with God.
They make a sort of Teflon hip and attach it with metal screws,
Only the threads upbone keep stripping
so they have to operate
Again and again, and what she’s accomplished is more of a gait, really,
Than a walk, so when she moves toward me, across any room,
I think too much of my own will
implicated in that dragging brace.
Each step is obviously trained, and the whole earned motion full
Of muscle, plastic, and bone
is coordinated by nerves even the
Strictest dance does not require. She has said there is no fault,
But even in such talk,
grace occurs as an accident someone caused.
If what I require is a thing too certain, braided from probabilities,
There is another thing
articulated in the scars that saved her face—
And no right now in that night we were shaken and rolled like dice, no right to
Say this guilt to be alive is love, or the opposite of lucky is wrong.
The meta- around here is making my head spin.
ReplyDeleteMeta- for meta-'s sake.
Meta- for NSA meta-data mining?
More meerkats!
speaking of fraternal orders, i regularly drive by the knights of pythias chapter on game preserve road in my neck of the woods
ReplyDeletethey are still open - they have bingo on tuesday nights, and a protestant congregation uses their facility on sunday morning
may they live long and prosper
Honk your horn before entering the one-way railroad tunnel.
DeleteHave you hiked any of the Seneca Greenway? It's a 22 or so mile very cool path from near Woodfield all the way to the Aqueduct. Passes right behind the Knight's palace.
Uhm, there are signs up now asking that you not honk your horn. Isn't that how that relative blew up that Gran Torino wagon?
DeleteSnowden's self-martyrdom is no more impressive (or revelatory) than Manning's, or Adam Whatshisbucket. And it's equally pointless. That's not heroism, it's mental illness, and should be both recognized and treated medically and kindly, as such. Of course, unconditional love permits its lovers to masturbate freely and openly, so have at it and don't chafe, unless of course that's your thing.
Yes, meerkat are awesome.
Yes, I was hoping you'd make that connection.
DeleteWe profoundly disagree on multiple angles of these stories. Oh well. Tomorrow night lets argue whether Benny should be fired instead.
there was some.. brewing ..of weathering,wuthering up here as well ..though nothing seemed to happen " ..or something of the heavy sky that would come by late after noon here , so heavy that my head that feels all was thu'd . " quote from part of my comment on if's on the water post , my head tells the weather like no other ,said just starting to look in to day
ReplyDeleteIf you need any fraternal paraphernalia I can get you good deals
ReplyDelete(Just kidding it's all overpriced crap and even if I could get you deals, which I doubt I could, it would mean talking to my coworkers WAY more than I'm willing to. Good thing you don't want any fraternal paraphernalia, is the moral of the story.)
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ReplyDeleteFrom the town of Bedrock, it's a place right out of history...
(as are they, I guess)
From this angle the meerkat looks a bit like the GEICO gecko.
ReplyDeleteWasn't it the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes?
ReplyDeleteGlad I don't play games online.
Sharing is Caring.
-- Barney, the Panopticon's Youth Counselor
this is all just a my space no longer mine .. cover up / france and over land will be un shining justin t.'s ass soon. / .. . i love you davidly .. .
ReplyDeletepeop l e have the power .. in die
ReplyDeleteand indie
ReplyDeleteand to nigh.. t .. with the meth daling sha k es - anne not meth .. gnod. (s,. thank you blackd'
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