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moving on to wordpress

I have decided to just update my wordpress account from now on with concerns of my life:

I feel like continuing to post in a private forum just isn’t for me, it’s a kinda opening up to the world… or at least google’s search cache.


May 25, 2009 at 8:16 pm Leave a comment

Live Journal is go

Thanks to wordpress’ new import feature all my LJ posts are on this blog. password protected ones have no password, just leave it empty and press enter.

May 25, 2009 at 1:36 pm Leave a comment

I am ontology

“In its inauthentic tranquility, Dasein compares itself with everything and thereby drifts along towards an alienation in which its ownmost potentiality-for-Being is hidden from it. Dasein engages in a downward plunge in which it becomes closed off from its authenticity and possibility. Dasein, as fallen, is characterized by idle talk, curiosity, and ambiguity which involves a levelling down of all possibilities of Being. In idle talk, the “they” closes off the hidden meaning and ground of what is talked about. In curiosity, Dasein is constantly uprooting itself and concerned with the constant possibility of distraction. As ambiguous, the “they” acts as though it “knows everything,” yet, at bottom, this understanding is superficial in that nothing is genuinely understood.”

Today I was considering settling down, just accepting myself in relations to other as some type of loser-ee waistrel, and then I read this. Thanks summary of Heiddeger for the existential viewpoint.


May 25, 2009 at 1:11 pm Leave a comment

Waterparks of the Ancients Act 2

Water Parks of the Ancients Act 2

Act 2

ok, here goes…

*the room goes dark…have only a dim red light, curtain rise, showing a altar on the center stage, a boy starting walking from the back, cut through the audience, then on to the stage..he stops at the altar, light a candle and silently pray*

SAINT FOX: Howdy little lamb, what storm brings you here?

(This is Matt’s input from the previous thread that didn’t come up…so I’ll re-post it and we can go on from here:)

(an owl in the roof speaks down)

owl: you might want to speak louder, i see many like you here whispering to the wall only to get no reply.. Maybe there out. maybe there busy at a themed dinner party that you weren’t invited to. they abandoned you. but dont be frightened just remember i only speak in code…
Who may I ask are you calling for?

Lamb: (In such grief, shaking voice) My fellow farm animals….I’ve come to pray, to cry, to morn with the deepest sorrow of me heart. Oh thee shall remain, forever in my mind. For that, I am the lamb of God, I dedicate my pray to thy soul.
*cries and moan* As you said, He might never hear me, he might exist not but a name, but I dwell on the only savior of our souls. I dwell on hope. And with hope, I feel his embrace. With hope, I live on.

Saint Fox: Well, I hear you, but then I ain’t exactly God’s favourite saint. He’s none too happy with me setting up a bar at the back of his church, but with all the lost souls that come to cry on deaf ears I figured it’s the least I could do. What’ll ya’ll have to drink?

Lamb: *sobs* vodka lemonade, please. *sobs*

[Enters holding Icarus’ hand]
Matilda: Oh my god! I had no idea that you could get married in the Water Park of the ancients! This so cool!!!

Lamb: *staring at the new arrivals, still sobbing*

Owl: all sheep go to heaven. drink it, drink it!! [head jerks violently]

Saint Fox: You too, owl baby. A riddle in a shot of tequila, with the lime wearing a disguise, as usual? All sheep go to heaven, after they roll a seven. But we’ve only got one dice.
Candles are on the house, pilgrims, light up, you never know what they’ll show you.

Matilda: [turns to icarus] I think they want to finish their scene. Let’s go out to the wave pool with Pol Pot’s grave in the middle of it again. I wanna a ride swan boat out to Phu Quoc Island.

Heimda: [A lion roars again, this time with a woman scream of terror]

Icarus: No wait Matilda. We came here to get married. And that’s what we will do. Is there a priest in the house?

Lamb: (scream with rage) Do you not have respect?! how could one be so cruel to put on joyful event in the presence of my deeply devoted sorrow?! (sobs and then drink up) another vodka shot please…

Saint Fox: Lamb baby! Whoever said marriage was a joyful event? Would you begrudge these pretty pilgrims the chance to promise to suffer each others’ pain forevermore? Here’s your vodka, listen to what it’s telling you, and perhaps it’ll listen to you…

Lamb:point taken. amen to that *drinks up thw whole shot quickly*

Matilda: Ahh madness and suffering such are the things the Hmong and the Khmer have so desperately tried to bid ado, but love is forged in madness and suffering its cause, hence to suffer is to love.

Lamb: (to Iccarus) does she always talk shit all the time like this? or is it just a pre-marrage kidda thing?

Icarus: (to lamb) don’t fuffle over mad menstration. you’ve never had a blood bomb go over between your legs. i havn’t either. but i’ve seen enough of them blood bombs. boom boom boom. its nasty stuff. trust lamb dude.

Heimda: [Blood flowing out through a slit beneath the door, the room where Heimda and lion were making music. The previous loud noise and scream from the inside has gone silent.]

Matilda: Maybe we should go check on them?

Saint Fox: You better be ready for what you’ll see. Y’never know what’s what in this place; here we got the blood of life licking the altar’s feet, but what we got outside? I got masks, you might wanna put them on, cos everything you see here’s sure as hell already wearing one.
Now excuse me, I better check if the blood wants a drink.

Matilda: [takes mask walks off in the blood]

[The door flings open, almost hit Matilda as she jumped away in time. Standing at the door is a figure of half a lion joined together with half a naked female body, back to back. Thick red blood dripping from every body part.]

Heimda: We have become one [the two eerie voices come out overlapping as the right side figure speaks] and strangely I recall this sacred union. From now on, we will refer to ourselves as Heimdilion. Our blood can quench your thirst. Feast, you may, as my left half here has already done to me so.

Lamb: *traumatized by it all* omg this is madness!! you all are crazy!!!!! *got himself another shot and drank it quickly*

Matilda: [tries a little blood]


Matilda: Hemdilion will you see me and Icarus through our vows? We do so need family even if mutated and spouting miracolous cure alls. Perhaps a flower lion? or maybe some centaurs for the groom?

Icarus: I’ve always had a thing for Centaurs in fish nets. … but sine there arn’tany around do you mind doing the cermony Hemdilion?

Heimdilion: Foreseeing a new union to come, I warn you of all possible consequences for it is such a heavy burden. Now, if your physical and mental condition are prepared, you shall make a vow before me and my other half, before this crystal coloured Absolut and before all living and non-living things in this hall.

Speak loud and clear in unison. Are you the progenitor A, and you the progenitor B, ready to become one?

Icarus/ Matilda: (unison) yes.

Saint Fox: Then I anoint you with creme de menthe and a little lamb’s tears.
Now drink y’all of this holy liquor.

Lamb: I OBJECT!!!!
*wipes the tears and speak loudly with drunk shaking voice* I thought i would keep this for Act 3, but fuck it. *pulls out a M16 machine gun* EVERYBODY STANDS STILL, OR I’LL FUCKING BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!

Matilda: It’s over Lamb. I don’t love you anymore. It ended when you killed our griffins and left pure Heimeda with nothing more than a lion for a pet and gash for my sex.

Icarus: What?! Wait a second? You slept the the lamb? you slept with a fuckin woolly? When were you going to tell me this? And where the fuck does a lamb buy a M16?

Saint Fox: it’s a metaphor, sweet-wings, and a hypocritical one at that. It’s supposed to be a clichéd shorthand for “innocent”, but that ain’t quite our vodka-stained lamb, is it now?

Heimdilion: [gaze coldly at the matter] This is a blatant foolish act! [run towards the lamb and bite his hand off to free the M16 from his holding.

[a high speed drives Heimdillion too far frontward. The joined body instantly flies out the stained glass window into the black pitch darkness outside and falls into the ground below. A twisted carcass is clearly displayed as everyone runs out to witness the sudden death of Heimdilion. The lamb’s hand with the M16 is still clenched tightly in its mouth.]

Lamb: WTF!

Icarus: Well, that was a quick death.

Saint Fox: Damn, did she have to go and-
[half her face shatters into colourful glass shards]

Matilda: [Goes out to dead body] Oh Heimda Boedine, born in a submarine, craddled in astronaut’s helms. That you had to die defending the rights of this gender that I paid 70,000 USD to join, is such sweet irony. Nature has defered to the machine, but I will always remember the good times Heimda, remember when our mother died beneath the coke and vivienne westwood and her rigor mortis’d body held us in check one last hug before we gnawed our way free of her bosom and into the streets to pilfer for food? remember when we rode griffins from the mountains around shenzen and were shot down over iraq? We became concubines in Saddam Hussein’s household? Remember how he stroked our hair and told us stories of this water park of the ancients? Beneath all those paintings of blood, thunder, and sinew his pipe in hand he would tell us of a place where hmong and khmer can slip and slide as one. Such beauties don’t exist in our world, torn asounder by violence and tourism, but gentle Heimalion… or not so gentle Heimdlion our life was short our happiness brief, but perhaps for a second our peppers called out in the darkness..

Lamb:…..*do the cross* Amen.


May 16, 2009 at 11:55 am Leave a comment

Mach-20 by Laurie Anderson Fragment

This has been sitting in my drafts file for awhile. Made some minor revisions and decided to publish it because it’s 4 a.m. and I have nothing else to do. WordPress doesn’t let me embed you so you can watch Mach-2o here.

Laurie was able to take an idea like information and turn it into a sperm whale race by adopting the conventions of the research paper and folding it into a storybook. Her pieces like Mach-20 aren’t brilliant for their literal conceptual meaning, but the way they shift the topography of our ideas. By simply folding metaphors, changing the track of her thought, and wandering inspiridely through her thinking, she reintroduces wonder into a stale intellectual environment. But it brings me back to Greil Marcus’ Mystery Train, one of Randy Newman’s greater charms according to Marcus is that Newman’s inventive and self-conscious, Laurie Anderson on the other hand is inventive with consciousness. Mach-20 employs a kinda metaphorical thinking similar to the lyrical output of Bob Dylan and Stephen Malkmus, but she is able to move these totemic ideas into constellations that collapse in wonder.  Anyway, she caught a little euraka moment, but even better she manages to share the process of coming to that thought with us.

May 10, 2009 at 9:05 pm Leave a comment

Waterparks of the Ancients Act 1

In which Icarus threatens the world with insanity only to fall for beautiful Matilda and her charming sister Heimda

[lights up. man with giant angel wings stands on wooden stool. he has a noose around his neck. the noose hangs from the ceiling.]

ICARUS: It’s times when your up that everything wants to come down. How dare they tell me what to think! Am I immortal?

Matilda: Icarus! What the fuck are you doing? We’re barbequing down here.

Icarus: Dead meat has never looked better. Wine is gushing. Gushing from my veins!

[Flute Played]

Heimda: There will be no life in our engagement. Leave him in solitude and maybe my peppers will light up the darkest silence of mind amidst these burnt sausages. Hear my notes after you chew.. And before you swalllow.

[Flute played]

Matilda: But my sister, we can not let this man die. I am with out boyfriend, and this man marks another notch on my journey to spinsterhood!

Icarus: I spin. I spin like a top. A top. A top. Picks his nose and flicks it away. Yes, I’m describing my own stage directions. Isn’t life so Mamet. Mamet like a mamalian. How absurd a mamalian is.

Matilda: Sister, your peppers are driving him mad! [shakes peppers at Icarus, Icarus spins] Don’t light up this man’s darkness, for it is the blind who can be easily taken advantage of and tricked into matrimony.

Icarus: I need a flute. Give me a flute. I want to spin with your peppers before I die oh beautiful Matilda.

Matilda: Give him the flute! Give him the flute! Oh what joy that at last a man has taken interest in me. I was hoping for someone rich, but ah well… this will do. =) and the mad are better in bed.

Heimda: [stare at the two] Once again, I am reminded of how much I prefer plants than humans, the living form which knows not how to slumber without spinning around too much. [lick on the flute] You may have this, Matilda, this should keep things wet for a while. I believe it is now safe for him to dance with these lights off. Peel your skin until you bleed, I will ignore every sound of pain and suffering.

Matilda: Off to your plants dear sweet sister of bilitis and thanks for the flute! A husband I am bringing home =)

Icarus: Heimda, plant a flower in your garden for me. I will now lay in my final resting place.

Matilda: Wait. Wait. You’re going to die? Nevermind. Let’s go work on our garden.

Matilda: Oh wait. Is my body your final resting place? Like the opening of a sedan hatchback into the mysteries of space, your words are a flurry of intentions, as if Michel Serres were conducting an opera via babblefish, intention is lost and only beauty remains. The imagination will make what it will of peppers and their darkness, but believe me my pepper is not only dark, but sweet.

Icarus: Uhhh… Matilda, your peppers are burning! (there is a giant black smoke that comes from the barbeque)

Heimda: [blushed, speaking in anger tone to cover her embarassment] Now that your peppers are consumed, very well then [brush the dirt off her robe], I have planned to leave these flowers rotten in my garden. It looks beautiful lifeless. [pick up the flute covered in slime off the ground] I shall carry on the next musical piece. I will make music, you hear? My own music!. And do not interrupt!

[Heimda walks to a lion waiting for her at the door]

Icarus: A lion!? You brought a fuckin lion!

Matilda: We got it when I got my operation. Trannies need lions, men are always knocking at our door. Now come on dear Icarus, Heimda is going to play a jolly tune.

Icarus: I really need to get some new friends. Coming! (gets down off table. Grabs a pepper from near the barbeque and bights into it. walks towards Matilda) Shall we dearest? (giving his arm to her)

ok one more line:
[icarus walks off to the bedroom]
Matilda: Oh Dear Icarus. Tonight we will go tube’n down the water parks of the ancients, where the robots swoon and the water lillies break the noon. Peppers? We need no such, for the betroved making their way down the Khmer waterlines into the aqueducts of the great Hmong cities, need no spice, merely the lover’s kiss.

[Heimda is being herself most, panting]

Heimda: This is the way.. this is the way… What do I care about Homo Erectus. Erect. That is perhaps their only decent quality. Hmm.. your skin is so soft and hairy, my dear. Rawr! Oh, how I adore animals! I feel like I am one of them… I am becoming one with them!

[A lion roars]

May 7, 2009 at 3:51 pm Leave a comment

My review of the Crying Light… kinda

I wrote a kinda sorta review of Antony and the Johnsonst’s The Crying Light, here.

May 5, 2009 at 1:40 am Leave a comment


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