Resuscitation Style

Mothers lock up your daughters. Daughters lock up your little brothers. I was gone for a minute, now I'm back suckas and with a vengance. French composer and conductor Pierre Boulez once famously said, "all art of the past must be destroyed." Today I destroy my own past and grind it into future fodder by removing archives and starting this weblog off fresh, but for real this time.

I'm finishing up my workday after spending nearly an hour on the phone with yet another paranoid australian. I'm the perfect shill and or patsy because after listening for an hour or so to someone who actually believes what they are saying is the truth, I find myself reflexively nodding in agreement regardless of the message. Eat babies? Sure. Join the Army? Fine. My brain turns to sod which merrily falls under the heels of demagogues. I'll fight your war for you Mister. Outta sight! Anyway, feeling compelled to investigate this gent's research for myself, I came across what must be a "best-of" memepool link (along with this one) called Carnivore Personal Edition which capitalizes on the
"Carnivore" technology paid for by America and employed by the FBI to spy on Americans' internet data. This is an absolutely real thing. Using Carnivore, which scans every drip drip drop of data slipping and sliding around a network, this group of artists has created what amounts to visualizers that translate the data gathered into clever art school projects. As brilliant as it is beautiful as it is frightening. In the process of my "research" I also uncovered Get Your War On! which takes everything I love about redmeatand adds a hearty serving of f-bombs and tongue-in-cheek lefty propaganda to make you chortle and snort at the same time.

The whistle has blown and I'm out for the weekend. I will absolutely not post on the weekend because I no longer have a computer or internet access at my home.

R's Art Pick: Next Monday go check out the The PIERRE BOULEZ Project" performance at The Church and revel in the pomo hipster artfag wet dream.

When the time comes to leave just walk away quietly and don't make any fuss

I've only had a car for two months and in that time I've already received two speeding tickets, both of which I assure you, were complete bullshit. The first was while I was on my way to my grandmother's funeral. It was a Saturday, I was running late and I was wearied under the circumstances. While undoubtedly, the explaination I provided for my excess speed must have sounded quite fallacious to the highway patrolman, it was a tragic fact, that the officer should have treated as such. I'm sure in his experience, the majority the tales of woe people try to ply him with are complete fictions, but is that reason enough to behave with a complete absence of human sympathy and dismiss every reason as a fabrication? To answer my own rhetorical question, no fucking way. I would rather the cop have pretended to believe me even a little and dropped a tiny, "Oh I'm sorry for your loss, but unfortunately it is my duty to give you this citation," or something to mitigate the prick of his sting operation.
The most recent ticket, while still bullshit, was one that I would have gotten eventually. I wasn't in any particular hurry, just on early morning autopilot driving only slightly faster than permited by law. In all probability, it was just a matter of time before I got this ticket, its just a drag it had to be so proximate to the last one. Whatever. *love, ryan.

Us he devours.

In honor of the new year, I've decided to resolve myself to write in this blog every day. Looking over its spotty content, I'm saddened that many of the details of my life are lost to time forever. My memory is pitiful even at age 23 and I see little chance of it improving substantially before it sours completely. Its for this reason I hope to create a document that withstands my own failing memory. Furthermore, as I am out of now school and experience minimal mental stimulation in my work, I think that writing a few lines each day will be a useful intellectual exercise. Here's to many future posts and to staving off dementia for just a little while longer. - Love, Ryan.