----
*
p.s. Hey. Today the spectacular artist and d.l. Kier gets into the associative image stacking spirit, and the gold in them thar hill will be obvious to anyone. Please scroll and dig around therein until further notice, and speak associatively to your guest host with the most aka that kindly fellow to whom I offer my heartfelt thanks. ** David, Thank you. Glad you liked it. 8th Wonder deserves a cathedral or seven. Well, let me know the EEG outcome when you do. I'd guess the 'LTZ' rights belong to the producer who made that dreadful film unless the contract had an expiration date. Not sure how that works. ** Empty Frame, You again! Awesome. Oh, fellow Berlin residing d.l. Schlix asked where you live, if you didn't see his comment, as he suspects you might be neighbors. A feather pillow it will be. Thanks for ordering my book, of course. Bret Ellis has a new novel, sequel to 'Less Than Zero', published two days ago, and John Waters has a new book, 'Role Models', in which he writes about his, well, role models, and it's been out, oh, a month now perhaps. Hope the cookbook delivery had the desired effect. ** Schlix, Hey. Really nice about the dividends of the magazine gig. When I used to write for Spin, I got all kinds of cool perks. You probably know Shaq curated an art show in New York earlier this year. This one. France is way into the WC, but nobody here expects them to do all that well, so it's less like euphoria around here than like a bunch of addicts getting their fix or something. ** Misanthrope, I didn't end up seeing The Doors documentary last night. I might still. Well, yeah, a blog has to be majorly about some kind of audience. Not that they often seem to be so much. In my case, I've got you guys and the unwashed masses you represent to consider, to please, fuck with, tweak, etc. Thanks to you guys, this is showbiz, baby. ** David Ehrenstein, Glad my eye for the fellas yesterday was up to speed. He didn't whip his dick out in Florida? Curious. ** Chris, I know, an immortal escort, how about that? The previous Melvins LP was knock down good, yeah. They sometimes do wrong, but they can never really do wrong. ** Changeling, I wonder if whoever thought up Freddy Krueger had sleep paralysis. Or wanted to have secret, late night sex with a sufferer. Or was a molested sufferer. Or ... I don't know. I had that Johnny Depp scene from the first NoES in my head while I was reading your description. Well, I made Johnny Depp into a humanoid blur since I doubt you wear your hair like that. Yeah, my novel's set in France (in Paris and in a small town near Calais, specifically), and it has all French characters except for maybe a Russian ballet dancer wannabe character, I'm not sure yet. Guys who call themselves 8th Wonder are always 'peck on the cheek' types. At least in my experience. ** Dooflow, Hey. Oh, those concrete sonnets are really nice. I'm going to go dwell on them later. Everyone, Dooflow is an artist, and the works on his blog are really intriguing and good, and you should check them out right here. Thanks about 'God Jr.'. Daniel Dutton ... cool. I'll google him. That's funny: we got a new scanner yesterday too. And ... yeah, your scans/ drawings are terrific! Again, I'll give them more of my brainpower when the p.s. isn't siphoning it clean. Everyone, you know how I just told you Dooflow is an interesting artist, well, here's more proof, this time in the form of scanned drawings. Click that too. Thanks for the wealth, man. Great to make its acquaintance. Oh, wait, it was your birthday? Happy birthday yesterday! ** Tosh, Hi, Tosh! Hm, maybe I won't go see that Doors documentary after all. Yeah, John Waters' book is so nice, right? Guy rules. You good, pal? What's new? ** Waiting for John, Hm, well, until Blogger adds a scratch and sniff app, I guess John's art will have to exist only in the abstraction of association lent by certain scented breezes or something. Sure, a brief a day here would work wonders, T. An an X to you. ** Postitbreakup, Oh, you managed to nip the phone number yourself, right? I don't know enough about alcoholism on a technical level to believe in it or not. My mom sure seemed like she was one for years, and, if so, it sure seemed brutally real to me. Um, I don't know if you're an alcoholic, man. I mean, it does seem like your drinking isn't doing you even the tiniest bit of good, and it's probably doing you the opposite, and you aren't at your best when you come in here drunk, so, if you're asking if I think it would be a good idea for you to stop drinking, then yeah, I think it is a good idea, and I think you already know it's a very good idea. Potato chips: on rare occasion. I prefer tortilla chips, unsalted. Salad dressing: mm, just oil and vinegar, I guess. Nothing fancy. Bleu cheese with walnuts is pretty good, ** Stan_cz, Hey. Even though I've been over here for a few weeks shy of 5 years now, the World Cup and the increased excitement and smell of alcohol in the Parisian air it brings with it still seems quite novel and fun-ish and instructive about Europe to me. But I'm like you are about American lunkhead football and the inescapable Super Bowl, neither of which mean jack shit over here, thank god. ** Sypha, First, Happy Birthday! When your thirties start, life has only just begun. Word. I think you have to be from LA to like the Lakers. They're like the Yankees of basketball, I guess. Strangely, they love the Lakers over here in France. I see as many Kobe t-shirts in Paris as I see Che Guevara t-shirts, and that's a lot. Thanks for the initial report on 'IE'. ** Steevee, Hopefully, the Lexapro will leave in silence. Report back on the Joan Rivers doc. She's weird enough that I can imagine it could be good. ** Math, Happy birthday one date late, you glorious mofo! How did you use time's special spotlight? Oh, never mind, you laid out your day in a later comment. The time change between the comments section and the p.s. can be so confusing sometimes. ** _Black_Acrylic, Late happy Math's and Dooflow's birthday and contemporaneous Sypha's birthday to you. ** Pilgarlic, It's so easy to miss stuff. I miss so much stuff. It sucks. Thanks for the blurbs on those Coil items. Concur on the first two, and on the third too from what I've heard, and I don't know 'Black Antlers' at all, and that simply must be rectified. Yeah, thanks much for that, man. I didn't know one could see that Atlas Sound show online either, so even more thanks. 40 Watt is such a good club. Saw someone play there years ago ... hm, can't remember who. I'm completely game on the idea of Coil talk, a trek to Marietta to invade the Deerhunter compound, and a big no on snapping pix of our poop. After I saw 'The Year Punk Broke', I could never look Thurston in the eye again. ** Alan, Oh, we're all just kicking back a few brews and faking it, man. Don't worry. ** Colin, Hey, Colin! How lovely to see you! How've you been? What's going on? How's the writing? Etc., etc.? ** Chris (British), Hm, that film does sound good., If Nat Geo did it, it's surely on DVD someplace, in the States anyway. I'll try to remember to check. ** Rigby, Shai only wishes. The curtain hair scene ... ? Oh, you're just winding me up, you cad. I mean, you stole Morrissey's hair, so you should talk. ** Justin, No, I definitely do not think you can try too many things. If it's there, and if the cops are looking the other way, I say give it a shot. Photography especially. I'm waiting and waiting for France to accept 'The Human Centipede' into its theaters. ** Bill, Hm. I'll call Gisele's 'people' today and try to find out if it really is sold out. Wolf and Tender Prey bought tickets via the site about ... a week ago or something? If it is sold out, I'll find out how to get a ticket for you through the company, if I can. I assume there must be a way. Weird, Okay, I'll get on that today, and I'll let you know asap. ** Syreearmwellion, Man, you're doing everything that I dream I could be doing. Killing zombies, reading, killing zombies, and .. did I mention killing zombies? Not to sound like a smoker with lung cancer talking to a healthy ex-smoker, but enjoy it while you can, young man. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Dude, do something about that ear. Doctors are your friends the way escorts are your boyfriends, but don't let that stop you. I don't know 'Veronika Decides to Die'. What is it? Why the 'k'? That foobaby thing was positively nauseating, yes. Tell her to stop. My day wasn't terribly hot. Yours was better. It was. I, yes, worked on my novel. It's being difficult with me again. While I was in my cleaner-induced exile, I made the rounds, meaning I went to the Monoprix, Naturalia, the Tabac, the train station to look for magazines (none), and then I lugged my accrued stuff back here and sat in the Recollets courtyard eating a pain chocolat and smoking and saying bonjour to the residents who came and left while I was sitting there. I was on the phone griping to Kiddiepunk about how they still hadn't fixed our shower when there was a knock at the door, and it was the fix-it guy, and I guess he fixed our shower because Yury said it worked when he showered earlier this morning, but he also said the water pressure sucks now. I'll find out. I had coffee with the aforementioned Punk du Kiddie and Oscar at a cafe up the street. We decided not to see the Doors documentary. We said farewell to Kp because he's off to Italy today for three days of some family get-together thing. I came back, worked, ate, smoked, read the first part of Pierre Guyotat's new (in the US) novel 'Coma', and it's mindbogglingly great, no surprise. That blocked number person called my phone again, leaving no voice message again. I watched some video of Nintendo's presentation of their new stuff at E3 and drooled in effect about the new Zelda game and the 3DS and a few other things. A snatch of World Cup stuff on TV. Got sleepy. That'll do. I'll do what I can with today. And you? ** Brendan, No, I think you should support Skylight and buy the book there. That's far more important. A convert or someone will soon regret the day you were born? Don't count my work's chickens, man. They bite. You finally get a day off? You lazy ass. ** Little foal, Hey, man. Oh, cool, new blog, new poem, and amazing explanation that even stands on its own. I know that Jimmy Webb song, and now it's going to be stuck in my head all day. Didn't he write 'Witchita Lineman'? That's a great song. I don't think he wrote 'Ode to Billy Joe', but that's a great song too. Anyway ... Everyone, two little foal-related alerts today. First, he started a new blog called 'my wandering of truth and beauty', launching it with a poem and explanation that are highly recommended, and, secondly, he's (re)joined Facebook and, if you're onboard there, he'd like you to friend him, and the path to this friendship starts here. Thanks for the riches, my graceful pal. ** That's it. I'm so late posting again today. I don't know what's up with my tempo lately. Thoroughly enjoy Kier's toy box, and stay well and other good things for the next twenty-four hours, please. Bye.
No comments:
Post a Comment