Monday, May 5, 2014

Now Nothing Remains of the First Static That Isn't Music, Fashioned into Melody by the Accidents of Interval

Found my Urban Verbs stash last night looking for something else, been a while since I've played them here.

Thunder wonders if this shitty bleg's static background is what slows the site up on his laptop to the point he kills my tab to save his many other open tabs. This is logic we're taught from early childhood, told in stories like the one where Spock is in the contamination chamber to save the ship while Kirk watches him die, the other when Kirk is on the inside and Spock watches him die. Did Kirk die in the remake? I forget. I saw the movie less than three years ago, all I remember is a beautiful opening scene in red, white, and yellow, the movie sucked, and the dude Earthgirl watches as Sherlock Holmes played Ricardo Montalban. But even if he did live in the remake, the message is Kirk would have died if he didn't to save the many, yes? Who the fuck uses sillyass Star Trek allusions?

I went through the blogrolls last night because in the past when I've removed hibernating blogs from blogrolls to add them to Moribund (so if they wake I would notice them in a relatively, um, static blogroll as opposed to busy blogrolls)  I've discovered blogs that bleggicided, their feeds gone dead. Removing them sped up this bleg's admittedly slow loading at times. Removed six last night, I hope it's better. I also suspect loading larger sized youtubes add to the slowdown youtubes create anyway, and of course the moving static may contribute. Forgive me, I like the moving static and larger youtubes, after ten years of wanting to change the way this blog looked every few day I haven't felt an urge to change anything since the return of Noxzema Bottle Blue four months ago. It's weird, it's sweet. Sorry, Many, but me me me.

  • That's the front of Auingerlay, the ibrarylay at Illtophay I work in, posted because Landru texted me his astonishment at how ugly the Brutalist ass-end of Auingerlay is. The building consistently makes the Top Five of Ugliest Buildings in DC whenever such a list in compiled. From the building's ass-end I have to agree, but I think from the front it's excellent, especially as it's a 20th C mirror of the 19th Ealyhay Hall, the iconic building of Illtophay.
  • Pounds Sterling.
  • Metropolis, Media, MechanosphereThe metropolis is that which emerges from the dynamics of neoliberalism, by-product and foundation, mutation in code and carefully colonized space. It is far more an immaterial notion than the geometry and geography of the urban for it reaches its highest expression as the informatic double that is generated from within. Neoliberalism conducts itself by circulating rapidly between, establishing flexible ties with, and linking together domestic spaces that are consumed in their own operations and internal dynamics, governmental modes and regualtory concerns: the becoming-node of sedentary powers, the becoming-network of nomadic power, as if the leper was ambling from plague city to plague city. Metropolis-as-information, metropolis-as-media, then undergoes a two-fold transformation: one half of the informatic double itself becomes nomadic, feedbacking into the market. The other half is sedentary, an affair of the state.
  • Last night my Twooter timeline and blooger blegrolls bubbled with news that Gary Becker had died. I thought, I thought everybody hates Steely Dan, then remembered that's Walter. Turns out Gary Becker was a motherfucking economist.
  • Michel Foucault on Gary Becker.
  • The end of American hegemony?
  • Maggie's weekly links.
  • New Inquiry's Sunday readings.
  • Fly-Specks. Bierce, for those of you who do.
  • Still Lights.
  • Must have seen the Verbs half a dozen dozen times at least at all the places in DC that don't exist anymore.


Marvin Bell

1. About the Beginnings of the Dead Man

When the dead man throws up, he thinks he sees his inner life.   
Seeing his vomit, he thinks he sees his inner life.
Now he can pick himself apart, weigh the ingredients, research   

             his makeup.
He wants to study things outside himself if he can find them.   
Moving, the dead man makes the sound of bone on bone.
He bends a knee that doesn’t wish to bend, he raises an arm that
             argues with a shoulder, he turns his head by throwing it
             wildly to the side.
He envies the lobster the protective sleeves of its limbs.
He believes the jellyfish has it easy, floating, letting everything pass   
             through it.
He would like to be a starfish, admired for its shape long after.   
Everything the dead man said, he now takes back.
Not as a lively young man demonstrates sincerity or regret.
A young dead man and an old dead man are two different things.   
A young dead man is oil, an old dead man is water.
A young dead man is bread and butter, an old dead man is bread and
             water—it’s a difference in construction, also architecture.   
The dead man was there in the beginning: to the dead man, the sky
             is a crucible.
In the dead man’s lifetime, the planet has changed from lava to ash   
             to cement.
But the dead man flops his feathers, he brings his wings up over
             his head and has them touch, he bends over with his beak   
             to the floor, he folds and unfolds at the line where his   
             armor creases.
The dead man is open to change and has deep pockets.
The dead man is the only one who will live forever.

2. More About the Beginnings of the Dead Man

One day the dead man looked up into the crucible and saw the sun.   
The dead man in those days held the sky like a small globe, like a   
             patchwork ball, like an ultramarine bowl.
The dead man softened it, kneaded it, turned it and gave it volume.   
He thrust a hand deep into it and shaped it from the inside out.   
He blew into it and pulled it and stretched it until it became full-
             sized, a work of art created by a dead man.
The excellence of it, the quality, its character, its fundamental   
             nature, its raison d‘être, its “it” were all indebted to the   
             dead man.

The dead man is the flywheel of the spinning planet.
The dead man thinks he can keep things the same by not moving.   
By not moving, the dead man maintains the status quo at the center
             of change.
The dead man, by not moving, is an explorer: he follows his nose.   
When it’s not personal, not profound, he can make a new   
             world anytime.
The dead man is the future, was always the future, can never be   
             the past.
Like God, the dead man existed before the beginning, a time marked   
             by galactic static.
Now nothing remains of the first static that isn’t music, fashioned   
             into melody by the accidents of interval.
Now nothing more remains of silence that isn’t sound.
The dead man has both feet in the past and his head in the clouds.


  1. Kirk dies in the remake, but is immediately resurrected using Sherlock Holmes's magic blood. Likewise I often kill off your page to keep others open, then bring yours back again when I'm done. So the sillyass simile almost works.

    And I agree that it's not the static but some of the links that slow the site, particularly if they start automatically.

  2. the title of today's post reminds me of

    How Music and Mathematics Relate
    Professor David Kung
    St. Mary’s College of Maryland

  3. Nope. None of that has anything to do with it. CPU is currently bouncing between 54% and 62%, and everything is going slow. The entire page and all the links are loaded, so if that was an issue, the CPU meter would head back down.

    It's the background gif. (Please note this isn't any demand that you change a's simply an observation that you might be unaware of, otherwise.)

    For the record, this is a Dell 630 running XP and Firefox's possible that a more modern setup wouldn't have the issue.

    1. Oh, I know you weren't asking for a change, just being helpful. I just grabbed the chance to combine sillyass Star Trek allusions and bleggalgazing like a drowning man a straw.

      FWIW, the blog, on my work machine and my laptop, loads much faster on Chrome than on Firefox, perhaps not coincidental since both blooger and chrome are google products.

  4. lot of dell ads here to day, said sh' has more inner net pow er than sh' thought of not if's the sky ..but of someth. of up there , still someth. of bach , / the building looks fine , said the daughter of .. , would look nicer with water falls coming out the windows with a papery of birds .. . /how anne and math relate .. .,handel ,not string.. .