I'm in Portland, Oregon.

Unfortunately, I will not be seeing Gogol Bordello tonight.

"Are You Experienced?"

There is a great cover of Hendrix's tune on this Devo lp from 1984.

Pictures from the tray world.

As you can see

it's chaos

out there

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These

3 pictures

from a single

paint tray!

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Divination could be at work here. Surely some kind of trough beast is struggling to be born.

Another day in the 'hood.

MEXTAGE

This is my new word for "text message."

I know it doesn't exactly "roll" or "fall" or "loll" off the tongue, at first, perhaps, not @ll?

Nevertheless

(One of my favorite "words" of all time)

with a little practice

"Mextage"

begins to "leap" or "spew" even "dance" off the tongue.

The point is: you rd it here 1st.

William James quote via Christopher Lasch

Epigraph to THE MINIMAL SELF (1984)

"The entire modern deification of survival per se, survival returning to itself, survival naked and abstract, with the denial of any substantive excellence in what survives, except the capacity for more survival still, is surely the stangest intellectual stopping-place ever proposed by one man to another."


We could also say: Existence is ridiculous: but, what's the alternative?

"Memoirs? What for? I have nothing to hide."

I read this line today in a little play by German satirist, Kurt Tucholsky.

It's called "Christopher Columbus."

Mostly, it's a dialogue between Amerigo Vespucci and Columbus.

They debate the meaning of history. What is accurate and what is fabrication?

Funny stuff.

George Tenet comes to mind. Donald Rumsfeld. How many pages will his memoir have to be to hide all the hideous truths?

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Before the curtain falls, Tuchosky has Columbus say this, re, the new land of america:

"Some day this land will be quiet and peaceful. I see simple, contented people, God's people living on the new soil. Here even the poorest will be respected, and no one will go hungry or be suppressed. This people will open the gates of its treasures and distribute gold to all countries. On the shore of its seas there will be a statue, and the world of Holy Writ will resound from its mouth: 'Come to me, ye who are tired, sore, and heavy laden!' This is the world's paradise."

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