from Bernard Welt
Dearest little bloggy:
You're five now. And you know what that means: With the crowd you've been hanging out with, it's a virtual certainty you're going to be molested soon. You'd be safer at a conference of Catholic bishops, for Christ's sake. I think it's important you watch this as soon as possible.
And since you're obviously of indeterminate gender, this could come in useful in case (as I fear) you turn out to be a big lesbian
Now come on up here and sit on Uncle Bernard's lap so I can give you a nice big birthday smooch - you know, the special kind we don't tell anyone else about. What's that? Nope, not even Uncle Dennis.
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from Andrew Leland
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from David Dickerson
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from Terence Hannum
"Sentinel of Hate"
9" x 12"
Gouache on Paper
2010
http://www.terencehannum.com
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from JoeM
I just discovered The Warholizer...
(1) South Park
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(2) HomeRamones
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(3) Nine Brians
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(4) goldmarilyn
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(5) Five Years/Bowie on Dinah Shore 1975
(6) From Warholized Me (1982)
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from Oliver
Here is a short video for the blog and all who dwell therein:
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from Pisycaca
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from Joseph
I saw these news clips the other day while trolling my local "news" website. When I saw it I immediately thought of the blog. They're my present to it, they, you. Mainly the wording of the headlines is what's so fucking brilliant.
"Bored Idaho Teen Posts 'Boy For Sale' Ad"
"Vampire Rapist A Serial Killer?"
"Sex Offender Used Fake Name TO Gain Access To Kids Feet"
And my personal fav:
"Jesus Painting Called Porn"
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from Kiddiepunk
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from Jack Smyth
In the country you got good stars and good quiet. You could go jogging late at night and not see anyone. You would hear chirping crickets when you smoked on your balcony at night. My friends were there. I hadn’t made any friends at boarding school. My friends were the people I’d known in primary school and their friends from the local high school.
At night my father would sit on the balcony with a drink and get ideas. To escape this I would slip out to meet friends. This was before cars and the endless driving around. We would walk down the streets to the far end of town sharing a bottle. By the time we walked back the sun was up and the bottle was empty.
I would steal coke from the bag my father kept hidden in his cigar case and we would sniff it in the empty classrooms of a local school that had closed down after many defunct years. We took its condemned attics and abandoned halls and adopted them for our own education. We got very high and we would stare into each other with wide open eyes and smile and laugh for no reason and touch each others faces and sometimes a chill came over me and I felt we were assuming each others forms.
(Short play.)
A pub. Alex, 19, walks in and approaches the bar. Ally – a woman of 20 – is serving behind the bar.
Alex: “Carlton.”
Ally: “Ok.”
Ally pours him a beer.
Alex: “Still working hard?”
Ally: “Always. And you?”
Alex: “Same old.”
Ally smiles.
Ally: “So no?”
Alex: “No.”
Ally: “Oh.”
Alex: “Working here?”
Ally: “Well, this isn’t my main job here, but they throw me a shift sometimes.”
Alex: “So you’re their girl on the side?”
Ally: “I’m their girl on the side.”
Alex: “How is everyone?”
Ally: “Everyone I know is so different.”
Alex: “How’s your aunt?”
Ally: “Dead.”
Alex: “How?”
Ally: “They said cancer. (Pause) But.”
Alex: But what?
Ally: People die in their own secret way for their own secret reasons. How could we ever really know?”
Alex drinks.
Alex: “How’s your brother?”
Ally: “Let’s not talk about him. How’s your brother?”
Alex: “I don’t think he’s going so well. I went to his house one day and he was sitting in his room with a noose hanging from the ceiling.”
Ally: “You look tired, Alex.”
Alex: “I’m tired of being tired. I find it hard to sleep. Bad dreams.”
Ally: “I used to have vivid dreams of my own death.”
Alex: “You look sick.”
Ally: “At one point I thought I’d come down with a fever. But I was just bored.”
Alex looks away.
Ally: “Have you got a girl yet?”
Alex: “Yes.”
Ally: “Do you like her?”
Alex: “I like her. She’s good.”
Ally: “Oh good.”
Alex: “She can speak French.”
Ally: “I remember you studied French at school. Where did you go to study after that? I heard it was Springview.”
Alex: “It was.”
Ally: “That’s a fancy school.”
Alex: “Well, I’m a fancy boy.”
Ally laughs.
Ally: “Can you hear it?”
Alex: “What?”
Ally: “There is a hum beneath things.”
Alex looks at his drink.
Ally: “You don’t have to live your whole life right now.”
Alex drinks.
Ally: “You just need to take the next step.”
Pause.
Alex: “What else?”
Ally: “I’ve still got to work out plans for my 21st”
Alex: “Are you looking forward to it?”
Ally: “Truthfully, no.”
Alex: “Why?”
Ally: “Too many people. Relatives. Friends. (Pause.) I wish I didn’t know so many people. Does that sound cold to you?”
Alex: “Yes.”
Ally: “Does it? I had a true love once.”
Alex: “What was his name?”
Ally: “Curly. (Pause.) But he was straight.”
Bill enters.
Bill: “It’s time.”
Alex: “I have to go. My homeless friend and I are going to raise the dead.”
Ally: “Ok. See you.”
Alex and Bill start to leave.
Ally: “Wait.”
Alex: “What?”
Ally: “I’m lucky to know you.”
Alex: “It works both ways. I’m lucky to know myself.”
Ally: “Even if you are a pig.”
Alex and Bill leave.
Ally wipes the counter.
Ally: “When you’re gone, I think of you. When you’re here, I think of other things.”
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from You-x
I love yr by aikoplanetarium
Auri's Haunted Itinerary by aikoplanetarium
No one but Panda? has heard these, they go back to last summer. They're from a set of songs for an album that will hopefully come out before this summer ends.
Anyway, your blog, THE BLOG, DC's has meant so very much to me, and here on Deeceeday I am reminded of that and let's all have a party and enjoy.
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from NB
5 slave remixes
January 2009
sweet69
Kent Boy Pioneers New Form of Communication
by AP Staff Writer
Published: January 31, 2009
KENT (AP) — No one in the senior class of Bromley High ever expected 17 year-old Alister Wogs to memorize his book reports, let alone devise a new form of communication. So it came as a complete surprise when Wogs presented his discovery at the upper level high school science fair in Wells this past week. Wogs, a well-liked football player and an accomplished pianist, attended the fair unannounced, setting up his own portable fold-out table near the rear exit. His presentation, titled Communication via Telepathic Hand Gestures and Morris Code in Modern Day British Society by Alister James Dwight Wogs, was largely ignored by the general populace except for one judge, Bryan McKinnery of London, who asked for a demonstration.
"Do you know Morris Code?" Wogs asked.
McKinnery responded that he did and Wogs began to tap on his leg in short taps, then long extended finger draws. What happened next was a completely new sensation for McKinnery—he began to feel the result on his own body.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "It actually works."
Wogs then demonstrated the technique on a fellow student, then another, until after thirty minutes he had told the entire auditorium that he was hungry. Fellow Bromley High student Theodore Masters, who presented a demonstration on the biodiversity of Afghanistan Frogs in wetland environments, brought Wogs a sandwich (tuna salad on rye bread).
When asked if he had ever used his new gift in any usual places, Wogs laughed and began tapping his rear.
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August 2009
Brainwash
Advertisment (as found on Craigslist):
RESEARCH GROUP SEEKING PAID VOLUNTEERS FOR IDENTITY STUDIES
We are a world renown research group seeking paid volunteers (see below) for an exciting NEW study in human identity and personality. If you have always wanted to know WHO you could be and what you are really like inside then this study is for you.
Who we are seeking:
- Young, smart individuals who feel lost in their identity (or just aren't sure of themselves)
- Must have a high school diploma, undergraduate degree preferred but not required
- Openness, Willingness to try new and experimental things
- Good writing skills (we require you to keep a diary during treatment)
- Not afraid of electricity, loud sounds, needles, Richard Feynman, cats and trivial mounts of radioactivity
What we are offering:
- A chance to find your true identity!
- Pay: $250.00 a day for entire month of August
- Room: You will be staying on campus at our research facilities in northern Virginia
Contact: Bob Wilkins (bwilkins@identityresearchgroup.com)
My Diary
Aug 1: Started today. Met with Bob. He is very nice. More later.
Aug 2: The room I'm staying in is small but nice. I keep scratching my legs.
Aug 3: We started our first round of treatment. We = me and two others. They say it's something to stop the radioactivity. Not sure what that means.
Aug 4: Threw up, these pills are bad. Nothing I eat has any taste. We start treatment tomorrow.
Aug 5: Received a shot to help with the vomiting. Feeling better. Not sure when the identity treatment starts.
Aug 6: Started so called identity treatment. Showed lots of films and told to write about what character we associate with most. Oh, they gave us this headset to wear at night, something about low does of cobalt. What?
Aug 7 (morning): Weird dream. I dreamt I was on boat in the middle of the ocean only the ocean was sand, and I could tell it was the ocean and not a desert because the boat was rocking and there were sharks swimming around in the sand. I dreamt I stuck my leg in and I became the shark and bit my old human body which was sitting there on the boat.
Aug 7 (afternoon): Lunch was bland, no taste. We are wearing the headset all day. It's not like a phone headset, I guess it's a helmet they give to retarded people.
Aug 8: Bah
Aug 9: Received an email (the first day they let us get online) from greatbone
Aug 10: Mind is getting better. By better I mean I am thinking less. They tell me to do something and I don't question it. Is that good? I think it is.
Aug 11: We were told not to write in our journals today but I am anyway (why am I?).
Aug 12: Today I saw Bob again. He gave us our first round of new treatment, which went really well. The electricity didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
Aug 13: I feel bad about August 11th.
Aug 14: High voltage. Bob says it's good, tomorrow I get to be a famous actor.
Aug 15: Today I got to be Mark Webber (because Laura says I look like him). I felt a lot of regret for staring in Snow Day in 2000. I think all famous people feel this way.
Aug 16: Today they said I couldn't be Mark and I was okay with that. Today they put us in a machine which scanned our entire body. My bladder got warm. They asked if I could taste metal but I couldn't.
Aug 17: They made us watch our entry interview videos today. I'd forgotten where I was born. Madison, Wisconsin.
Aug 18: Higher voltage, this time it hurt and I had to be sedated for a while because of the pain. When I was out I didn't have any dreams.
Aug 19: I saw Bob reading QED: The Strange Theory of Light and Matter.
Aug 20 (morning): No dreams.
Aug 21: My head hurts.
Aug 22: Today I felt nothing.
Aug 23: They let us online. I tried to email greatbone, but couldn't remember why I should.
Aug 24: I ... is it weird I don't know what this letter means?
Aug 25: They made us fight each other. I was Mike Tyson.
Aug 26: Pain.
Aug 27: Pain pt 2.
Aug 28: (empty)
Aug 29: Almost done with the treatment. I haven't slept in a few days. They are playing loud sounds everywhere but I don't mind, I guess.
Aug 30: Second to last, everything was really good today.
Aug 31: They let us out. Someone was there (he said he emailed me) to pick me up but I couldn't remember who he was or who I was supposed to be, so I walked to the bus and picked a random stop to restart myself.
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September 2009
freshclay
Apartment Inventory:
- One mattress
- 6 pairs of socks, one caked with semen (smells of clorox)
- 3 books:
----- Preparation Manual for Nuclear Holocaust, United States Nuclear Survey, 1947, pages 52 - 59 missing, found underneath pillow
----- Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, Screenplay, Printed from internet (scifiscripts.com), 2002, underneath kitchen sink
----- GM248X-AA9 Operation Manual, Operation Manual for Gas Mask, Copyright Atomic Apparel 1953, Found near front door
- One box of cheese-its (hole chewed in bottom by mice)
- 3 white t-shirts, pits stained yellow (reeks of BO)
- One webcam, Logitech Model C03-E
- One green boxer (smells of urine)
- One stripped boxer, red, blue, white (clean)
- Two moldy drink glasses, half full, by windowsill
- Sheepskin condom box, empty
- Bic razor with rusted blade
- Shower curtain rings (no shower curtain)
- Thumb-sized slice of pink bath soap covered in pubic hair
- Bathroom mirror covered in dried acne puss
- Hand drawn map of fall out shelters in Manhattan (on page 54 of Preparation Manual for Nuclear Holocaust)
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October 2009
boything
6:24 jackedupGOD: Have I ever told you look like Anton Yelchin circa Huff?
6:24 boything: no, i don't even know who that is...
6:25 jackedupGOD: He was in that garbage Star Trek movie. You sort of have his jew-fro thing going. I mean, circa that TV show. He looks more, I don't know, Protestant now.
6:25 boything: what the fuck u talking bout? im hungry
6:25 jackedupGOD: Then eat a sandwich.
6:26 boything: no food. bring me sum??
6:26 boything: pwwweeeeeaaasssseee :):):)
6:26 jackedupGOD: I'm busy right now with Riz, he's in the back douching.
6:26 boything: i hate it when u talk
6:26 boything: bout the others
6:26 jackedupGOD: You know you're my favorite. I just have this appetite I have to fill.
6:27 boything: jackedupGOD: Then eat a sandwich.
6:27 jackedupGOD: Ha. Ha. Ha.
6:27 boything went away: "BRBZ"
6:31 boything: i looked up that antonio yelvin guy. dont look nuthing like him
6:31 boything: you crazy
6:32 jackedupGOD: Anton Yelchin. And I said circa Huff, first season really. 2004. How old were you then?
6:32 autoreply from boything: "BRBZ"
6:33 boything: oh sorry
6:33 boything came back
6:33 boything: uh, 14, i guess
6:34 jackedupGOD: Watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsqBdJN9k1Q Then you'll see what I'm talking about.
6:35 boything: ok
6:45 boything went idle
6:46 boything is no longer idle
6:46 boything: idunno, i guess .....
6:46 boything: u know what
6:50 jackedupGOD: God, he's hot.
6:50 boything: i really hate that woman. shes in all those crappy CBS shows, cant ace worth a dump
6:50 boything: act*
6:51 jackedupGOD: ?
6:51 boything: hahaha. i cant believe you said i have a
6:51 boything: JEWFRO!!
6:52 jackedupGOD: You do.
6:52 jackupedGOD: I got to go, I just heard the toilet flush. I got to make sure Riz takes a shower.
6:53 boything: hahahahahahahaha, oh boy...
6:53 boything: he hsa no idea!
6:54 boything: has
6:56 jackedupGOD went away: "Soccer practice."
6:56 boything: you are too funny
6:56 autoreply from jackedupGOD: "Soccer practice."
7:01 boything went away: "hah hah hahahahahhahahahahah!!!1!"
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December 2009
debaseme
I should make it clear, I am not the actor who played Michael Moscovitz in Princess Diaries, nor am I related to the girl from Welcome to the Dollhouse, whatever her name might be (she is not my sister). The ad you saw on rentaboywholookslikeanactor.com is not me. jackedupGOD (from feetmaster.net) put that there. I made the mistake of seeing him once and now he won't leave me alone. So you know: I will not play Michael for your sick Princess Diaries fantasies.
This is not me:
This IS Me:
A singer for a popular band you may have heard of.
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from Chilly Jay Chill
A song for DC’s
“Theme de Yoyo” by Art Ensemble of Chicago
Some tenuous reasons: (1) Expatriate: A song from a band that originated in the U.S. and moved to France for love (of music). (2) Yoyo: The secret pendulum motion of the blog that keeps you coming back. (3) Soundtrack: For a rarified Parisian avant garde film. (4) Revelation: Like many things that appear here, this mix of free jazz and funk is a real mind-expander. (5) Happy birthday!
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from L@rstonovich
To Blog from L@rst:
This just arrived for me today at the library. Steven Moore is the pre-eminant William Gaddis scholar and apparently he wrote this humongous tome after douche-nozzles like Jonathan Franzen were talking shit about my boy Gaddis and other literary renegades. Dissing the experimental, crying for pap. Here Steven Moore says innovation USED to be par for the course until the 1800's. Then it got all entertainment-oriented and tame. Suck it Franzen. So this is my gift to you blog, and you Distinguished Locals, lovers of the kind of literature that takes a little work to consume.
The Novel: An Alternative History
Encyclopedic in scope and heroically audacious, The Novel: An Alternative History is the first attempt in over a century to tell the complete story of our most popular literary form. Contrary to conventional wisdom, the novel did not originate in 18th-century England, nor even with Don Quixote, but is coeval with civilization itself. After a pugnacious introduction, in which Moore defends innovative, demanding novelists against their conservative critics, the book relaxes into a world tour of the premodern novel, beginning in ancient Egypt and ending in 16th-century China, with many exotic ports-of-call: Greek romances; Roman satires; medieval Sanskrit novels narrated by parrots; Byzantine erotic thrillers; 5000-page Arabian adventure novels; Icelandic sagas; delicate Persian novels in verse; Japanese war stories; even Mayan graphic novels. Throughout, Moore celebrates the innovators in fiction, tracing a continuum between these premodern experimentalists and their postmodern progeny.
Irreverent, iconoclastic, informative, entertaining—The Novel: An Alternative History is a landmark in literary criticism that will encourage readers to rethink the novel.
http://www.continuumbooks.com/books/detail.aspx?BookId=136456&SearchType=Basic
and I also give you this:
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from Laura Beth Noble
To my dearest Weaklings:
Thank you for being my friends on days I had no one else. Thank you for listening to my rants and raves, my love stories and the one I wrote while crying.
I have treasured the meetings in NYC with both Dennis and others here. Those memories are forever in a photo album, ready for reminiscing. The past four- almost five- years I've spent lurking, posting, and eventually becoming a coveted "DL," have meant so much to me, not even a 1,000 words could describe. (I'm not being silly either. I'm telling the truth!)
Most of all, thank you Mr. Dennis Cooper, for bringing all of us together and opening the door into your personal, daily world. This blog has become a life of its own, and that is the most wonderful part of it all.
HAPPY FIFTH BIRTHDAY, BLOG!
Here's to five solid years of bring joy to others, many unknown.
Love forever and always,
Laura beth
... and, lastly for today, let's try this once again, here's ...
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from Scunnard
Happy 5th birthday five times because:
I guess I just wanted the world to know that my dog could beat the crap out of a pegacorn.
Because my friend swore that Dave Thomas cruised him online before he died (Dave, not my friend), so if you can't be cruised by Dave Thomas then the terrorists have already won.
Because everyone looks cooler talking on a cell phone (I like to imagine that all three are on a party-line together).
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p.s. Hey. We're halfway there now. Continued enjoyment, I hope, and ongoing huge gratitude to everyone from me. ** Paul Curran, Hey. Scunnard's links saved the day (see: above), or ... well, I shouldn't speak so fast. I hope they have. Thanks, man. ** Misanthrope, Hm, I guess my birthday gift is the behind the scenes time and effort it took to put the posts together. Unflashy, very prosaic, but heartfelt. ** Math, Thanks a lot for the gif loading advice. I was about to try that when Scunnard (hopefully) came up with a perfect fix. But that advice will prove a big help from here on out. Understood about what constituted your present vs. email. It's as you wish, and it's set to go. ** Memoirs of a Heroinhead, That new blog you're doing with Nick is really nice. I've just started devouring it, but, yeah, great stuff. I'm probably not unlike you when eating, it's just that the unseemly looking stuff I cram into my mouth is 'healthy', made of tofu and seitan and all that, but it's probably just as indefensible. Thanks, Shane. ** Paradigm, Hey. Oh, that's really nice about the video, making a record for the artist. Yes, there's an email from you that seems to hold a blog day that I'll likely get to open sometime today. Thank you a lot for that, Scott! It's greatly appreciated, and I'll write to you with the coordinates and stuff soon. Of course it's way more than cool if you want to participate in the workshop. That would be purely great. Just say the word and/or send me something when the time feels right. Everyone, d.l. Paradigm aka the writer, editor, publisher, and much more Scott Foyster has written what looks to be a very interesting piece concerning the jobs situation in Australia under the NT Intervention, and it's here on the Overland literary journal/blog, and of course I highly recommend it to you. ** Scunnard, Okay, my fingers are crossed that today I won't be the only one to enjoy your gift. Thanks for housing them and giving me the links and letting your gift live to give another day. You haven't read Mike Kelley's writings? They're fantastic, among the best artist writings I know. I'm still thinking. ** Oscar B, I missed the freshly arrived Aussie yesterday, but today for god damned sure. You too. Oh, there's this really fun sounding shebang/ show/ event at the Palais de Tokyo on Saturday night, part of the citywide 'free museums' night event. We should go. Yury and I think Lena want to go. Talk to you in a bit. ** Chris (British), Well, melancholy can be a writer's best friend if you can finagle it right. Sounds like a lot's going on, though. Keep thinking: volcano, lava, ... soon, soon. That's what I'd do. Hugs, buddy. ** David Ehrenstein, Thank you, sir. ** Tonyoneill, Oh, your love is so not useless. If it was good enough for heroin, it's certainly good enough for us, ha ha. Yeah, I've done the writing on uppers thing with similar 'more trouble than not' results. If you can get in right mindset, it's kind of okay for editing, or it was for me, or I thought it was. Not a recommendation to try that at home, mind you. Oh, the French 'Down and Out' is out then. I'll go look for it. Awesome. And double awesome that they're doing 'Sick City' and that you'll be here for it. They do seem like a very cool press. I hope I run into those guys somewhere sometime so I can slap their backs and stuff. I vaguely remember Jeffrey Pierce's memoir, although I never read it. Strange that it hasn't been reprinted by someone. Best, Tony. ** Nb, I'm really glad the suggestions panned out. The Los Feliz Inn seems really sweet. I've never stayed there, but I've seen it, and it simulates living in Los Feliz in the right way, which is cool. Do you have friends in LA? Do you know where to go and what's best to see? Need any tips or anything? Your b'day gift today is total genius, might I add. ** Bollo, I guess it's nighttime now, right? You're looking at this in the dark after your long day. Maybe there's a flickering candle nearby, a hooting owl within earshot, ... Thanks about the interview, and I think you said you found the second one, right? Good evening, pal. ** Tosh, My MOCA retrospective is already open to the public?! It would have nice if they'd mentioned that. Yeah, I was playing hard to get, but that Jeffrey Deitch is such a charmer, cough. That was a very nice gift, Tosh. Thank you. ** 'Stoopid Slapped Puppies', Man, I can't imagine you being whiny and self-absorbed even with a gun to your head. Talking about it is good. I'm just saying. Try to imagine how much I and others here care about you and what's going on with you, and I promise even your imagination won't simulate the gigantic-ness. None of which is pressure, all of which is a loving offer of attentiveness the second you'd like it. Cheap flights to Finland? Not off the top of my head. I'll see if I can find any info. Everyone, do any of you have any info or tips on cheap flights to Finland from London to offer our pal 'SSP'? ** Alan, It is pretty incredible to see those Rimbaud mss. and letters. Not to be dumb, but to see something his pen actually touched, especially, for me, the 'voyant' letter, which looks so dashed off and like any other letter for something so insanely brilliant, a thing that literally changed my whole life. Very trippy. When you finally get over here to France, the mss. are normally housed and viewable in the Rimbaud museum in Charleville, which is only a couple of hours by train from Paris. ** Bernard Welt, I've been meaning to talk to you about that chicken soup thing. Sir, your present today is a wonderfest Thank you. I'll write to David today, I promise. Thanks for the nudge. Nudges are my house pet equivalents. ** Frank Jaffe, I'll check around Paris for possibilities to see 'The Famous and the Dead'. Thanks, Frank. That lodgings and locale sound pretty okay. Central enough while getting the sea breezes to boot. You're going to be there 8 weeks?! How did you score that? Wow, very nice. Well, I can give you Mexican and a few other eatery hints for sure, although my vegetarian thing creates limits. Still, I'll toss out recommendations when you're ready for them. Poquito Mas is my favorite 'fast food' Mexican place. Much better than the 'fast food' term implies. The one I always go to is on the Sunset Strip, but there's also one sort of close to where you'll be staying in West LA. Yeah, I saw 'Magnolia'. I liked it. It's not my favorite film by him. The ending ... you mean the frogs thing? I didn't like that. It was too symbolic and heavy, etc. ** Steevee, That was a very quick in and out for the Korine. What's wrong with people?! At least you guys got a little window to see it. I'm not convinced we'll get one here. ** Statictick, I was going to say our grim, rainy, cold weather disappeared last night, but, since the last time I turned my face to the window and the time I just did, it's graying out rapidly outside. Whatev'. ** Patrick deWitt, Oh, I'm sure you have something on your person that would make a nice gift. Hm, how about that nice pair of shoes you're wearing? Now you're going to tell me you came to my party wearing flip-flops, aren't you? Dang. ** No more teenagekicks, Howdy. ** Joseph, Hey. Awesome gift, sir. I hit every link and came back here grinning, and I almost never ever grin. Gosh, don't worry about that phrase in your email. Besides, it's technically correct. I think I'll be getting back to you about the workshop stuff today if today stays fairly neutral. What's going on over here? Mm, a bunch of writing, basically. This and that. Nothing too out of the ordinary or anti-extraordinary. ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, Yikes, Francois Sagat can draw. That guy is full of surprises. He really is. Nice fella too. I hope your instincts are correct on the new government. It's really hard for me to see the right having power as an acceptable situation, but I do come from the land of Republicans. Well, and from the land of the UMP too. ** Uli, Hey, U. So, now that you've made what I would certainly characterize as a grand reentrance, catch us up on what's going on with you. ** Flit, Transition = good, even great, no? I tend to think so, if not always in the transition's midst, I guess. I'm gung ho on your embrace of showing work in galleries, even though so many galleries = cans of worms. It's the sharing part I like. What's the plan? ** JW Veldhoen, I haven't read that Badiou. Baddy me, ha ha. Was there a dangling second thought? I can't remember it any more than a flying clown can remember the barrel of the cannon. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Many thanks for the gift today. I love the track. I listened to it while I was setting today up. Mm, I'm pretty sure I read David Mitchell's 'number9dream', but I can't call a thing about it to mind, which isn't a statement or anything. I'm just vagueing out. Weird thing to say, but his work seems to be so officially recognized and prize nominated and stuff that I have to wonder how terrific it really is. Haven't seen 'Bells of the Deep'. Is that a newish one? My fave, as you probably know, is ' ... the sculptor Werner Heiner' (sp), but I've never seen a documentary by Herzog that wasn't fantastic. ** Ken Baumann, Hey, Ken. Really glad to hear the stress cloud has bitten the dust. Anxiety's gnat-like life span is the only good thing about it. Very best of luck on the audition. I'll do the toe-crossing thing I save for special occasions. I'd love to rewatch the Mitchum 'Cape Fear', especially now I'm the French Robert Mitchum, apparently. Yeah, it should be some interview, I guess. The mag is apparently quite the smarty pants, so maybe it'll be fun. Thanks about the novel. It's driving me batty at the moment, but moments pass, they tell me. ** Justin, Hey. I'm so sorry to hear about the spate of self-attack fantasies. Keep in mind how very happy you make me and the rest of your friends here. Are the bad thoughts coming up because of the upcoming week with your father? ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Wow, those allergies are really hanging out, aren't they? Hugs from one allergies victim to another. Well, just so long as your non-organic clothes wouldn't kick in my allergies. Oh, heck, it's worth it. Hugs. 'Fences' is wunderbar, isn't it? He's really good. Okay, my day: Most of it involved work work work. Novel and also LHotB stuff because it's crunch time on the two books coming out next January from my series, so I'm doing the things I need to do re: them. It was cold and rainy, most unpleasantly so, in fact. In the evening, I headed over to see a concert by A Place to Bury Strangers. Yury, who was going there straight from work, and I planned to meet in front of the club's (Le Trabendo) entrance, but I took a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of nowhere, so I got there very late. It didn't matter much. The opening band was good, sounded like Ride, looked like a stripped down Pavement. They're French, and I didn't catch their name, but I'll figure it out. A Place to Bury Strangers were ... mm, okay. Their records aren't anything major, but I like them a bit, although not as much as Yury does. Live, they just basically stomped on as many effects pedals as possible and made a very rehashed Jesus & Mary Chain meets My Bloody Valentine squall, and there are worse things, but I felt like I'd seen their show a hundred times already. So, it was only okay. Yury thought they were only okay live too. The club's nice. Then I came home and went pretty much straight to bed. So, not a spectacular day. I hope you manage to get up on your feet today, but, whether you do or not, I want to hear all about it. ** Killer Luka, :O, :), ;), etc. ** Sypha, There isn't a canonized patron saint of male escorts yet? Well, yeah, sign me up, man. ** Creative Massacre, Hey, great to see you! Awesomeness on the trip to see your potential girlfriend. Who needs Paris anyway? That's, yikes, spooky about your sister's boyfriend, wow, Jesus. That's heavy. Poor her. Well, I've missed you, pal. Hang out whenever you can and as you like please. ** L@rstonovich, Dig your present. Dig your dig at the odious Franzen. The book sounds really ... comforting is the first word that springs to mind, strangely or not. Thanks, big L. ** Steven Trull, Yeah, but do you remember that Twilight Zone episode where the kid wished it would be Christmas every day, and his wish came true, and I think his whole family ended up committing suicide or something from the horror of it all? Well, that effect will start kicking in tomorrow. ** Morgan, You know the direct route to my soul with that 'Under the Bushes, ... ' reference. Hey, Morgan! Don't feel guilty. This place is built so that everyone -- well, except for me, ha ha -- can come and go as they want or need with time seeming not to have passed. That Census Bureau gig sounds like just the thing. I mean, as long as you don't have to ring the doorbells of too many shotgun wielding Tea Party members, I guess. The creative writing seminar with William Logan is really cool, obviously. Yeah, you sound good, and that's so nice to hear. I know, trippy how much has happened to some if not all of us since this blog set sail. Weird, good weird. Really good to see you, Morgan. ** Hedi, Hey, Hedi! It's like old times! Thank you so much for the collage. It's gorgeous, and I really hope that collection of them comes to be. You good? Not too crazy busy? I'm kind of living for the Duvert and Guyotat books. Semiotext(e) is really on fire these days. Lots of love and respect to you, my friend. ** Little foal, Uneventfulness can be very peaceful. I hope your bout of it was. I say shave your body in the leisure center showers. That said, I have no idea what a leisure center is, but I guess as long as you shave in a leisurely way, you'll be taking the place at its word and will fit right in, no? ** _Black_Acrylic, I read that article at the end of your link, and, knowing almost nothing, mind you, I'd say that guy's concern seems quite legitimate to me. Thanks for that. ** Davidc, Oh, good, I'll send you my number today. Really nice hotel spot. I was just tromping around there not two days ago. I'm located right next to the Gare de l'Est, if you know where that is. ** Bill, That page did eventually load, and, yeah, not a Derek White but an incredible reminder. Nice Vienna friend(s) you've got there. Did they look like before they met you? ** Slatted Light, Wait, how I can be 'so entirely Goofy' and 'a filthy flower' at the same time? Oh, wait ... never mind. Your gift yesterday rocked the place off its foundations and then back onto them, thankfully. Man, the horror piece just sounds more and more astounding. I will ask my friend about 'Un Lac'. I think I'm seeing said friend today, in fact. I'll get my head into the Gordon Brown stuff and gratefully a little later. I have a blind date with a shower and then a photographer on the scarily immediate rise. Thank you, David! ** As I just said to SL, I've got to get out here, yikes. Time crept up. Have fun at the third party. I'll be here with you in spirit, lucky you.
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