Archive for September, 2008

Fave Trax: Legal/Illegal

September 23, 2008
Peggy and Ewan

Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl

Legal Illegal originally appeared on a 1978 E.M./P.S. album called , which (ignoring the obvious flaws of the title) has a sleeve that would better befit a Manchester punk compilation, or perhaps an Al Gore paperback edition:

Hot Blast

Here are the lyrics, and a liner note about the history of British political songs.


Live and Learn

September 17, 2008

My favorite joke from today’s Times (my emphasis):

So, one by one, the banks that took on the most risk are facing the real possibility of going under. Those with stronger balance sheets, such as Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs and JPMorgan Chase, are suffering much less.

For Wall Street, the lesson has been sobering — and unlikely to be forgotten for several years, said Dr. Sohn, the California State economist.


September 17, 2008

Fave Trax: Lingering Remnants of the Patriarchy

September 17, 2008

I’m slowly and pleasantly becoming acquainted with Yoko Ono’s Approximately Infinite Universe.

For Sarah Palin, “All Day I Felt Like Smashing My Face in a Clear Glass Window.”

The Question Posed By These Paintings

September 16, 2008

How does it feel?

Chief Ledger

September 12, 2008

In the 19th Century, the Plains Indians of North America came into contact with paper for the first time. They acquired this paper — typically in the form of ledger books — through trade and military encounters. The illustrative arts, which had previously been recorded on parchment or stone, began to adapt to the new material. Art historians call these art works “Ledger Drawings”. They are pretty awesome. Drawings depicting battles drawn over the modernist record-keeping log of the wilderness-wrecking army. Somebody give Boon Pobbits a tomahawk!

Image by Howling Wolf, Southern Cheyenne:

Diamondz & Purls

September 12, 2008

This Charles Wright poem will be astrologically correct tomorrow.


Time Is a Graceless Enemy, but Purls as It Comes and Goes
I’m winding down. The daylight is winding down.
                                                                    Only the night is wound up tight.
And ticking with unpaused breath.
Sweet night, sweet, steady, reliable, uncomplicated night.

September moon, two days from full,
                                                                    slots up from the shouldered hill.
There is no sound as the moon slots up, no thorns in its body.
Invisible, the black gondola floats
                                                         through down-lid and drowning stars.



Some of yr Beeswax

September 10, 2008

Last week on a weblog I read:

“Researchers have found evidence of a 3,000 year old beekeeping operation in northern Israel. The apiary, consisting of somewhere between 75 and 200 beehives, contains the oldest human-made beehives ever found.”

Oh snap, me thought. The blurb reported that ScienceNews reported:

“[Hebrew University archaeologist Amihai] Mazar’s team has so far uncovered 25 cylindrical containers for bees in a structure that is centrally located in the ancient city at Tel Rehov. High brick walls surrounded the apiary. Beehives sat in three parallel rows, each containing at least three tiers. Each beehive measured 80 centimeters long and about 40 centimeters wide.”

Double snap, me thought. This is the excavation site where I labored in 2000, and Amihai Mazar was my scholar-boss.

I brought a picture of myself at Tel Rehov to work to scan in to post here, but I got caught up in trying to photoshop Lerner Hall’z head into the shot and eventually gave up in failure.

I suppose it’s a good thing Trish considered me an incarnation of beezelbub, otherwise Tritone might be an Iron Age Beekeeper in 2008.

Mad Dog

September 9, 2008
Gaddafi Offers Rice Kitchen Diplomacy And Locket
“The drama was tipped to unfold in a tent on the sprawling, fortified compound in Tripoli but Gaddafi opted for a deliberately low-key approach with the top U.S. diplomat he refers to as “Leezza” and “my darling black African woman” in media interviews.”

Spirit Cop

September 5, 2008

The below anecdote (in italics) served as inspiration for my new forthcoming screenplay, Spirit Cop, written by Thom Wasteborg starring Cop On The Beat, Gorgon Paris.


September 4, 2008

I’ve already told you goons to put your nose in Alasdair Gray’s LANARK at your earliest convenience, but as that wee bookie is not so wee and we’ve all got other fishes to smoke with our brains, might I suggest another, speedier read by the same author: POOR THINGS. I find my man Alasdair shares a number of stylistic similarities to one M. Vaise, not limited to archaic prose style and judicious application of grotesque surrealism, as well as illustrations both figurative and literal. I will not go so far as to say your minds will be BLOWN, but Mr. Gray addresses the “How do we get off of the snake?/How do we get out of hell?” conundrum rather more directly and more vigorously than any other author that comes to my mind. . . Perhaps I am so enthused because his literary conclusions are so much like my own. . . BE THAT AS IT MAY, me so recommend.