- Seeing Pere Ubu two weeks from tomorrow. I've mentioned this before: there were a few weeks when Thomas threatened to cancel the US tour because of visa issues with two band members. They remain in Europe; Thomas has hired a new guitarist he's never met and who's never played Ubu songs. I expect amazement. I don't expect any new protest songs. I expect to hear lots of Lady from Shanghai. You know what you can expect.
- The war on leaks and journalism v journalism, or: access whores find leakers distasteful.
- What the surveillance state is trying to do to journalism.
- Trying to stay sane in an insane world, part three.
- Frederick's biggest asshole bows out of governor's race.
- Saw him in front of Leo's.
- On a new semester of the same fucking thing.
- The coming fight over DC United new stadium. First, the fuck-me-jig still exists - I don't believe there will be a stadium - but second, I give less of a fuck day-by-day about United. I can't imagine I'll buy season tickets for RFK next year much less by tickets for an endzone seat so I can stand at a new stadium.
- Rim of fire.
- Adorno and Beckett.
- Another riff on Pynchon's Against the Day.
- Silliman's litlinks.
- Fragments of a broken poetics.
- Debaser (Acapella) by IsolatedVocals
- So yes, like I need an excuse to play Pere Ubu.
It’s really quite a thrill
when the moon rises above the hill
and you’ve gotten over someone
salty and mercurial, the only person you ever loved.
Walks in the park are enjoyed.
Going to Jerusalem now
I walked into a hotel room.
I didn’t need any name or anything.
I went to Bellevue Hospital,
got a piece of the guy.
As I say, it’s really quite a thrill.
Quite a thrill too to bend objects
that always return to their appointed grooves—
will it be always thus? Or will auto parts
get to have their day in the sun?
Got to drone now.
Princess Ida plans to overwork us four days a week
until the bracts have mauved up.
Then it’s a tailgate party—
how would you like your burger done?
A little tea with that?
I saw her wailing for some animals.
That doesn’t mean a thing doesn’t happen
or only goes away, or gets worse.
What’s the worst that could happen?
The midnight forest drags you along, thousands of peach hectares. Told him I wouldn’t do it if I was him. Nothing to halt the chatter of locusts until they’re put away for the night. He edges closer to your locker. Why did I leave it open? I’ve forgotten the combination. But it seems he’s not interested in the locker, maybe my shoe—something unlike anything he’s ever known. Sensing the tension he broke the ice with a quip about the weather somewhere, or maybe—maybe an observation on time, how it moves vastly in different channels, always keeping up with itself, until the day—I’m going to drive back to the office, a fellowship of miles, collect some of last year’s ammunition. Then I’m definitely going to the country, he laughs.
last night while trying to sleep i had an anxiety attack i broke out in a sweat i had diarrhea i kept returning to the fear of deathReplyDelete
today i feel ok
here's a joke i read in the weekly world news, and posted at michael berube's blog years ago - he said he liked it
A RABBI, A PRIEST AND A MINISTER WALK INTO A BAR TOGETHER…BUT NOTHING FUNNY HAPPENS
By SCOTT STEVENS
A RABBI, priest and a minister walked into a bar in a small Iowa town—but nothing funny happened.
“When I saw the three of them walk in,” bartender Joe Blobonski says, “I thought to myself, ‘This is gonna be good.
I mean, this is the setup for thousands of jokes, so I figured something hilarious is about to happen.”
But the results were disappointing.
“They sat down at a table, and didn’t say much.”
Blobonski says he expected to burst out laughing when he took their order.
“The priest said, ‘I’ll have a Virgin Mary.’ Then the minister said, ‘I’ll have a Bloody Mary,’ Blobonski says. “I could barely contain myself, waiting for the rabbi’s punch line.
“But then he says, ‘I’d like a Diet Coke,’ A Diet Coke?
THAT’S not funny. I couldn’t believe it.”
At another point the rabbi asked, “Do you get many rabbis in here?”
Blobonski says, “I said ‘No,’ waiting for the rabbi’s hysterical comeback.
“But all he said was ‘too bad.’ “
The three religious wise men quietly drank up, paid the bill, and left.
“It was really pretty boring, to be honest,” Blobonski added.
Published on: 09/05/2004
Why does Obama hate Pere Ubu?ReplyDelete
Link thanks, but season tickets will enable you to purchase 15 buck beers which in turn will purchase aging European imports and guaranteeing a top 9 finish.ReplyDelete
I miss the Weekly World News.
Jim: Because he's brown. And thank you for the kind word a day or two ago.ReplyDelete
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