James Tate: Three Prose Poems
The List of Famous Hats
Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all honesty wasn't much different than the one any jerk might buy at a corner drugstore now, except for two minor eccentricities. The first one isn't even funny: Simply it was a white rubber bathing cap, but too small. Napoleon led such a hectic life ever since his childhood, even farther back than that, that he never had a chance to buy a new bathing cap and still as a grown-up--well, he didn't really grow that much, but his head did: He was a pinhead at birth, and he used, until his death really, the same little tiny bathing cap that he was born in, and this meant that later it was very painful to him and gave him many headaches, as if he needed more. So, he had to vaseline his skull like crazy to even get the thing on. The second eccentricity was that it was a tricorn bathing cap. Scholars like to make a lot out of this, and it would be easy to do. My theory is simple-minded to be sure: that beneath his public head there was another head and it was a pyramid or something.
Goodtime Jesus
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How ‘bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.
Same Tits
It was one of those days. I was walking down the St. and this poster glassed in a theater billboard caught my eye. A really gorgeous set of tits. It was noon, hot as hell outside. So I said what the hell, paid my $2.50 and went in. Got a seat all by myself right in the middle. The curtain opens: there’s the same poster by itself in the middle of the stage. I sat there sweating. Finally decided to get the hell out of there. It was still noon, hot as hell outside.
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3 excerpts from Neil Strauss' 'Everybody Loves You When You're Dead'
'Journalist Strauss, who has coauthored books with the band members of Mötley Crüe (The Dirt) and porn superstar Jenna Jameson (How to Make Love Like a Porn Star) now offers a terrific look at the dysfunctional livelihoods of stardom, a theme based on his many interviews for various publications. Strauss went back to his original interview tapes and notes in search of moments—mostly unpublished—that reveal "the truth or essence of each person, story, or experience."' -- PW
1. Courtney Love
The Scene: Courtney Love’s house in Los Angeles. The time is very late. The moment is when she leaps off her bed and suddenly says...
Courtney Love: Say hi to Kurt.
[She walks to a dresser, pulls open a drawer, and removes a square-shaped tin. She removes the lid, revealing a plastic bag full of white ashes. A faint smell of jasmine emanates from the tin.]
Too bad you don’t do coke. Otherwise I’d suggest taking a metal straw to it.
2. Snoop Dogg
The Scene: Snoop Dogg's home outside Los Angeles, shortly after the murders of Tupac and Biggie Smalls—and just after Snoop left Death Row Records.
Snoop Dogg: I want you to hear a few songs first.
[Presses PLAY on a DAT machine, and leaves the room while 13 songs he’s just finished recording blare from the studio speakers. As soon as the last song ends, he bursts back through the door.]
Well, did you tape some of it?
Of course not.
You should have.
What?!
What?!
Didn’t we talk yesterday about taping pieces of the album and leaking them on the Internet?
Yeah, but most rappers try to avoid leaking their music, because then no one will buy it when it comes out.
Yeah, but most rappers try to avoid leaking their music, because then no one will buy it when it comes out.
Fuck it, just bootleg that motherfucker. Come on, man. I'll give you the ones you want.
[He plays three songs, and watches diligently to make sure I record them.]
Cool. Can we use your wheels? I gotta go get Pampers.
3. Chuck Berry
The Scene: Sitting in the St. Louis restaurant and club Blueberry Hill, Berry, known for avoiding reporters, has his longest interview in decades. At the end, he suggests staying in touch via telephone and fax, then suddenly grows concerned.
Berry: Yeah, let me ask one question. Don’t laugh at this because it’s not laughable, and I’m not . . . Yes, I am serious. You’re not funny, are you?
No, I’m not.
[He plays three songs, and watches diligently to make sure I record them.]
Cool. Can we use your wheels? I gotta go get Pampers.
3. Chuck Berry
The Scene: Sitting in the St. Louis restaurant and club Blueberry Hill, Berry, known for avoiding reporters, has his longest interview in decades. At the end, he suggests staying in touch via telephone and fax, then suddenly grows concerned.
Berry: Yeah, let me ask one question. Don’t laugh at this because it’s not laughable, and I’m not . . . Yes, I am serious. You’re not funny, are you?
No, I’m not.
Well, that’s what I want to hear. I mean, I’ve talked to funny guys. Like do you know Little Richard?
Not personally.
Not personally.
Anyway, he’s for real. I know because I’ve been asked for . . . He came on to me once, you know. And it just doesn’t make sense. I couldn’t believe it! And he believes it. By that, I mean he doesn’t deny it. Anyway, when I ask you that, it’s only because you said, “We’ll talk,” you know ...
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Myriam Solar's 'Q-Literary Museum'
'Q-Literary Museum is a multidisciplinary webmuseum of immaterial Literature that brings together the geometric, chemical and quantum physical aspects of parallel worlds. With a literary and curatorial audio-visual programming of its contents it invites the visitor to make a trip by the space-time through texts of representation that turn their collections into unique in the present literary panorama. The museum is organized like a fractal with different nodes for the diffusion of a new literary thematic one and for the informal learning that is complemented with a bilingual educative program and an interactive platform of thematic research open to the contribution of the users, at the same time as it provides resources for the researchers in experimental Literature.' -- archimuse.com
'Welcome to Poetics of the Impossible in the unique museum of the Immaterial Literature and its literary heritage in the cyberspace and cybernuseum with novel forms of complex interaction as avant-garde of the new field of organic studies and the materiality of the writing, shapes modeling for the teleportation, 4thD, quantum spaces of augmented reality, virtual human and avatars, databases, e-learning in virtual collaboration and research and literary theory where each event is an unpublished experience produced in the exchange with/in the nature, the self-organization complex systems, the S-T and the Author, artist, Curator and Museum Director, Myriam Solar.' -- Myriam Solar
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Aernout Mik
'Mik’s work is simultaneously recognisable and alienating. In his fictive, staged videos the protagonists are subject to manipulation and groping their way through life. In The Kitchen (1997) three elderly men are messing about in a domestic environment like small kids, alternately engaging in slow and pointless mock fights and hugging each other. As in many of Mik’s videos, the silence with which the protagonists undergo their fates is oppressive. Quite different is “Raw Footage” (2006) which consists of newsreel material from the Yugoslav wars of the 1990s. Mr. Mik compiled segments that were edited out of news broadcasts because they were considered insignificant or insufficiently dramatic. Yet because they are so visibly real, they are riveting.' -- The Low Countries Blog
from 'Kitchen' (1997)
from 'Raw Footage' (2006)
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Postitbreakup presents ... ARUBA, an unfinished Day
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Re: Ken Russell's 'In Search of the English Folk Song' (1997)
'My consolation prize for not being in the UK when the Folk Britannia series is airing--a show on Ovation, spotted by the eagle-eyed missus (who's always looking out for me televisually), Ken Russell: In Search of the English Folksong. Actually made in 1997, making Ken bizarrely ahead of the pack--just him and the dude in Current 93 at that point, eh? No ancient footage from mid-Sixties folk cellars like Les Cousins and Bunjie's, or Communist Party singalongs from the Fifties... instead it's the performers as they are now (well, '97, but you catch my drift)... June Tabor doing a wonderfully haunting unaccompanied story-song "The King of Rome" in the grounds of a stately home, the Albion Band marred a bit by some nasty modern keyboards, Carthy/Waterson harmonising in a graveyard, Donovan singing "Nirvana", Fairport Convention doing a sort of video I guess and cavorting around a thatched cottage, the Cropedy Festival (including Osibisa!).... and then lots of stuff that doesn't fit at all (this being a wonderfully eccentric take on what constitutes folk song, goofily presented by the ruddy-faced Russell) ...
'... a really strange calypso-folk/circus-carnival type outfit called Edward II at Glastonbury, a man obsessed with Native American folkways, a sexy middle-aged Greenham common veteran singing a suggestive ditty full of horseriding/fornication double-entendres, scenes at Greenham (the military base now derelict and Ballardian) with former protestors singing the tunes that kept their spirits up around the camp fires, a minstrel called Bob Appleyard singing with bizarre and oddly affecting intensity a song about "The Fawley Flame" (a plume of fire that lights up the night sky from the Southampton Water refinery), and various other performers who basically seem to be friends of Ken's or people who live in his village...' -- Simon Reynolds
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Water balloons, slow
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A Guide To Enjoying (And Making Your Own) GIF Art
by Julia Kaganskiy
from The Creators Project
The past week we’ve seen a lot of chatter about how cinemagraphs are elevating the GIF to fine art, thanks in large part to an article in The Atlantic that ruffled some feathers in the art community. And while there’s no denying that the GIF is undergoing an unlikely renaissance some 20 years after it first showed up to animate our web experience in 1987—with art critics like Paddy Johnson of Art Fag City calling 2010 the Year of the Animated GIF (a statement she apparently believed fervently enough to curate a show about them this year) and Rhizome director Lauren Cornell selling GIFs at the traditionally conservative NY Armory Show this March—the cinemagraph can hardly take credit for the GIF’s transition from chat rooms and message boards to the white walls of the fine art world.
We won’t waste any space chronicling the rich and multi-faceted history of the GIF here (read Joshua Kopstein‘s excellent post “The GIF That Keeps On GIFing” for that instead), but we thought it worthwhile to take a survey of some of the best GIF artworks we’ve seen on the web lately, as well as the places to find and create more of them, should you be so inclined. ...
(read the entirety)
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Myriam Solar's 'Q-Literary Museum'
'Q-Literary Museum is a multidisciplinary webmuseum of immaterial Literature that brings together the geometric, chemical and quantum physical aspects of parallel worlds. With a literary and curatorial audio-visual programming of its contents it invites the visitor to make a trip by the space-time through texts of representation that turn their collections into unique in the present literary panorama. The museum is organized like a fractal with different nodes for the diffusion of a new literary thematic one and for the informal learning that is complemented with a bilingual educative program and an interactive platform of thematic research open to the contribution of the users, at the same time as it provides resources for the researchers in experimental Literature.' -- archimuse.com
'Welcome to Poetics of the Impossible in the unique museum of the Immaterial Literature and its literary heritage in the cyberspace and cybernuseum with novel forms of complex interaction as avant-garde of the new field of organic studies and the materiality of the writing, shapes modeling for the teleportation, 4thD, quantum spaces of augmented reality, virtual human and avatars, databases, e-learning in virtual collaboration and research and literary theory where each event is an unpublished experience produced in the exchange with/in the nature, the self-organization complex systems, the S-T and the Author, artist, Curator and Museum Director, Myriam Solar.' -- Myriam Solar
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Aernout Mik
'Mik’s work is simultaneously recognisable and alienating. In his fictive, staged videos the protagonists are subject to manipulation and groping their way through life. In The Kitchen (1997) three elderly men are messing about in a domestic environment like small kids, alternately engaging in slow and pointless mock fights and hugging each other. As in many of Mik’s videos, the silence with which the protagonists undergo their fates is oppressive. Quite different is “Raw Footage” (2006) which consists of newsreel material from the Yugoslav wars of the 1990s. Mr. Mik compiled segments that were edited out of news broadcasts because they were considered insignificant or insufficiently dramatic. Yet because they are so visibly real, they are riveting.' -- The Low Countries Blog
from 'Kitchen' (1997)
from 'Raw Footage' (2006)
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Postitbreakup presents ... ARUBA, an unfinished Day
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Re: Ken Russell's 'In Search of the English Folk Song' (1997)
'My consolation prize for not being in the UK when the Folk Britannia series is airing--a show on Ovation, spotted by the eagle-eyed missus (who's always looking out for me televisually), Ken Russell: In Search of the English Folksong. Actually made in 1997, making Ken bizarrely ahead of the pack--just him and the dude in Current 93 at that point, eh? No ancient footage from mid-Sixties folk cellars like Les Cousins and Bunjie's, or Communist Party singalongs from the Fifties... instead it's the performers as they are now (well, '97, but you catch my drift)... June Tabor doing a wonderfully haunting unaccompanied story-song "The King of Rome" in the grounds of a stately home, the Albion Band marred a bit by some nasty modern keyboards, Carthy/Waterson harmonising in a graveyard, Donovan singing "Nirvana", Fairport Convention doing a sort of video I guess and cavorting around a thatched cottage, the Cropedy Festival (including Osibisa!).... and then lots of stuff that doesn't fit at all (this being a wonderfully eccentric take on what constitutes folk song, goofily presented by the ruddy-faced Russell) ...
'... a really strange calypso-folk/circus-carnival type outfit called Edward II at Glastonbury, a man obsessed with Native American folkways, a sexy middle-aged Greenham common veteran singing a suggestive ditty full of horseriding/fornication double-entendres, scenes at Greenham (the military base now derelict and Ballardian) with former protestors singing the tunes that kept their spirits up around the camp fires, a minstrel called Bob Appleyard singing with bizarre and oddly affecting intensity a song about "The Fawley Flame" (a plume of fire that lights up the night sky from the Southampton Water refinery), and various other performers who basically seem to be friends of Ken's or people who live in his village...' -- Simon Reynolds
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Water balloons, slow
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A Guide To Enjoying (And Making Your Own) GIF Art
by Julia Kaganskiy
from The Creators Project
The past week we’ve seen a lot of chatter about how cinemagraphs are elevating the GIF to fine art, thanks in large part to an article in The Atlantic that ruffled some feathers in the art community. And while there’s no denying that the GIF is undergoing an unlikely renaissance some 20 years after it first showed up to animate our web experience in 1987—with art critics like Paddy Johnson of Art Fag City calling 2010 the Year of the Animated GIF (a statement she apparently believed fervently enough to curate a show about them this year) and Rhizome director Lauren Cornell selling GIFs at the traditionally conservative NY Armory Show this March—the cinemagraph can hardly take credit for the GIF’s transition from chat rooms and message boards to the white walls of the fine art world.
We won’t waste any space chronicling the rich and multi-faceted history of the GIF here (read Joshua Kopstein‘s excellent post “The GIF That Keeps On GIFing” for that instead), but we thought it worthwhile to take a survey of some of the best GIF artworks we’ve seen on the web lately, as well as the places to find and create more of them, should you be so inclined. ...
(read the entirety)
Gif Centrals
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p.s. Hey. ** Oliver, Hi, man! I'm really glad to hear you're writing. I hope you're enjoying that cut off feeling. I must admit that I kind of do. I still need to write to you more about your piece, I'm sorry. I will do that. Really, it's just excellent work, full of great things, in an initial few words. ** Cap'm, Hey. Wow, nice comment top to bottom. Jumpy and pretty. Giving it up full on for the vids. Very cool. Thank for sharing the wealth. You good? ** Bollo, Hey. Yeah, I'll find out the latest on the hack today. Last I heard, it might be a simple fix. And I'll finally get back to you via email shortly post-p.s. I know a certain little art show that could probably deal with your new video if you like. ** Allesfliesst, Hey! Excellent to see you! Been wondering where and what you were wandering. That rhizome spin-off thing is hilarious. That's thinking on your toes for you. Was that conference on dance and theory of tellable interest? Did people dance? Anyway, yeah, welcome back, bud. ** James, Hey. Well, err, I chose that image -- a Sue De Beer photograph -- for the 'MLT' cover and lobbied pretty hard to get them to use it, and was quite pissed off when they refused to use it on the paperback edition, and, actually, I might even pay out of my own pocket if $$ would get that cover reinstated, so, long story short, it seems I'm entirely to blame for your displeasure. Yeah, it's looking more like June/LA now. Also October for Halloween and then November for the book tour. Yep. Love back to you. ** David Ehrenstein, Hey. I met Robert Wilson once. It's kind of an embarrassing story. I was still living in LA, and I was in Paris to do book promotion on, I think, 'Frisk'. My publishers knew I revere Wilson's work, and Wilson was having an art gallery opening while I was here, so they took me to the opening and introduced me to Wilson and made a big fuss when they did about what a monumental and historic moment it was that Robert Wilson was meeting Dennis Cooper, and Wilson was polite, but it was quite obvious from the look on his face that he had no idea who I was or what in the world they were talking about. So it was a bit, well, awkward, let's say. Good news about the new Mike Mills. Very interested to see that, obviously. No doubt it will get over here. Thanks! ** Bernard Welt, Wow, very nice video slideshow. What the heck, I'm going to embed that fucker. Everyone, see that video embedded down at the bottom of the p.s. That's masterful writer, professor, d.l., etc. Bernard Welt interviewing and comparing body languages with the porn star Colby Keller in slide show form. You should click it. That's very cool. ** Posing at the Louvre, Very happy to have trumped your duties, man. ** Sypha, Hey. Okay, he's a total high maintenance handful, clearly. Proceed with great caution if you do, I say. That boy seems like he has trouble scrawled all over him. ** Steevee, Congrats on the continued lightening, S. In a few cases, I had to search very, very hard to find to find any critical negativity about those artists. That search was sort of the fun/ challenge/ test of that post for me. Martin Arnold was the toughest of all. 99.9% of everything I found out there about his work was nothing but positive. ** Alan, Hey. As soon as I saw your comment this morning, I wrote to HP to make sure it was sent to you or will be now if it wasn't. Sorry about that. Should be no problem, but I'll let you know. Thanks about the lip-read thing Yeah, I thought so too. ** L@rstonovich, You've got sweet some Orcutt stuff there. I think Peter Rehberg/Mego said he'll be touring through Paris, so I hope I can catch that. Your wife has a very nice DJ name, and no doubt she lives up to it. Hope the show rocked. Really look forward to imbibing it. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Mine lasted close to seven years. Pretty damned good considering how constantly I use it. And it's still here ready to be employed as an emergency backup in case of crisis. That Mercy things look very interesting. I'll read what's there a little later. Everyone, here's _Black_Acrylic, and heed his words: 'This week Yuck 'n Yum will be blogging for a cool Liverpool-based site called Mercy. You can get the inside scoop here. My installment will be on Friday, and I'll give a heads up when it appears.' ** ASH, Hey. You probably know this, but in French an ash is an axe. The kind that chops things, not a slang word for guitar, but still. Yeah, I'd love a shout when the thing you're working on comes together. That would be great, thanks! I haven't heard the latest Twilight Singers, cool, I'll hunt it. The Lifeguards album is terrific, yeah, I agree. Nice. Obviously, it'd be great if you can make it up for the art show. If you can swing the opening on the 10th easily, it would lovely to meet you. What have I been doing? I'm fiddling with new fiction and working on the text for the next collab. with Gisele Vienne and getting the art show figured out, mostly. All is well. ** Toniok, Hey, man! Great to see you! Mm, I actually don't think I've ever read Thomas Disch, which is strange when I think about it. Maybe a story or two. I've always intended to read 'Camp Concentration'. Cool, I'll try to find it and finally make the plunge. Hope you're doing great, pal. ** Don w, Hi, Don! How very cool it is to see you! I'm good, how are you? What are you up to? What are you working on? Hugs, man. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Thanks, Jeff. Great news about finishing the draft! Yeah, that's great! Let me know how the responses go, and I'd love to see it at some point once I get a bunch of duties off my plate, meaning soon. I ordered 'Us' a couple of days ago. Excited to read that. I agree that 'V' is Scott's best yet. Something re: it on the blog coming up. Listening and good? The Bill Orcutt album 'A New Way to Pay Old Debts', newly out from Mego. Various Liturgy releases. The new Fleet Foxes, which is very good even though I'm not exactly in its mood at the moment. An advance of the new Boston Spaceships LP. A couple of really noisy things: Kikuchi Yukinori & Tim Olive's 'Difference and Repetition' and Vomir's 'Application A Aphistemi'. And ... I'm blanking. What's entering your ears? ** Chris Cochrane, Hey. Yeah, installing Skype takes about a minute if that. You'll be glad you did. You are so not a fuddy duddy. I've met fuddy duddies and you don't qualify. ** Andrew, Well, depending on what artist you wanted to work with, a stream of consciousness text might be really interesting to adapt. And you could organize it into frames and all that in league with the artist, which could be really interesting too. ** Killer Luka, Hey, K. You brought that image to a sweet and brilliant completion. Nice post-trauma gravity in the 'after' him's eyes. Everyone, I linked you up to a new drawing by Killer Luka the other day, and it was part of a diptych, which is now complete, and you can see both stunning halves by clicking this. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey! It's good that your laid friend got to work off some of her stress from the cutting roommate, so I'm glad she was the lucky (well, hopefully) friend. Body clock fascism is the worst. That's why I try to fall asleep around 11 pm and protect the next day. I haven't read Larry McMurty in ages, but I do remember that he was a pretty good writer, and I remember being surprised by that too. Of course your scratching the barista story was full of terrific physical comedy and intriguing subcurrents as well. You're a pal for sharing it. How weird that the classic banana peel gag got you, speaking of physical ... well, not comedy. I'm sorry. I'm glad your ass just did its job. Eyebrows speaks French? Hunh. Like for real or thanks to French classes (which is real too, so never mind) or ... ? Nice about the reunion with your old friend. That was a pretty eventful day. It could have easily filled a weekend. My day: Hm, my last three days have all blended into one weirdly long day in my memory now, so I'll just rattle off the highlights, or, rather, the things I can remember. It was sunny and kind of summery and nice the whole time. I didn't really take advantage of it all that much, though. I did have a nice coffee with the usual d.l.s in the newish Recollets cafe. Our waiter, a young French lad with a sleeve tattoo, seemed very stoned or something. It used to be that whenever I asked for a double expresso, no one would understand me because I pronounced the French word double so badly, but then it got so I pronounced it pretty well and no one was confused anymore until that waiter. He kept making me repeat 'double expresso' over and over and over, and then he seemed to understand, but he brought me a regular single expresso, which is why I think he was stoned. There were other telltale signs too. Oh, I got my new Macbook Pro, and Yury set it up for me, and it's such an incredible improvement, I can't even begin to tell you. That was a really big highlight, obviously. And waiting for it be delivered then figuring out how to transfer everything on my old hard drive onto it -- it doesn't have a firewire port -- took a while -- we used TimeMachine -- and etc. took a bunch of one day. I finished and sent off the blurb I needed to write. Two magazines wrote to me and said they want to interview me, and I said okay, sure, and thanks. I got a copy in the mail of Simon Reynolds' new book 'Retromania: Pop Culture's Addiction to Its Own Past', and I started reading it, and it's really terrific so far. I worked on the London art show and on something that might end up being a zine in Kiddiepunk's zine series if I can get it right. I talked on the phone to Gisele, Joel, Emmie, Anne-Cecile, Lynne, Ira, Ben, and probably others. Yury looked at the bottle of that peanut sauce I was using to put on my pasta and told me it has fish stuff in it, and that grossed me out, so I'm not to be able to do that again, which is sad. As for the rest, I can't remember much. Oh, well. Anyway, welcome back, man, and I look forward to your Wednesday. ** Statictick, Hey, N! Not only did I get your emails, and not only was what they contained great, but I've already set the thing up, and it'll be appearing here on Saturday, the 28th. Thanks a ton, man! ** Benjamin S, Yes, let me know if you come to Paris this summer. I'll to improve my French! ** Misanthrope, No wonder you were emoticonning me to death -- kidding! --after all of that. Man, those people, I don't know. That's grim. :( ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, Hey. I'm pro-Cunningham's Aphex videos, but I agree with that critic and you about his solo video stuff. Creed is hit or miss for me, mostly miss, I guess. I'm gradually getting accustomed to the bigger keyboard. I think I'll be fine after another day or so. And soon enough grunge will take care of the slippery problem. So, yeah, I think I can handle it. I have big hands, which are good for some things and not for others. Guitar's coming tomorrow, right? Or is it today given the giant time difference between us? ** Schlix, I'm glad we're both good. If it was only me, I'd feel lonely, and that wouldn't ruin the good. I don't know 'Space Finale'. Hm, I'll get Peter to slip me that. ** Alter Clef Records, Hey, Nick. Michael's curating your set? That's cool. Can I curate your encore? Can it be a cover? 'Kicker of Elves'. That's what I want. Cool about you and hopefully Joe and Paris and next week. I'll be here. Dig the coffee shop or, rather, dug, unless you're checking in by phone app, in which case, keep digging. ** We're done. I have a pile for you today, so fish through it and see what you like. See you afterwards.
Porn star Colby Keller vis-a-vis d.l./writer Bernard Welt in increments
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