Wednesday, April 30, 2008
So here is my first Audio Blog (posted as a video because I couldn't find a way to just post audio files on Blogger). Let me know what you think so I can decide if it is worth the effort to make more.
See the original post from 2005 (if you want to read the words)
Watch the Video below: Backstreet Monsters of LA
Video Link (if you don't see an embedded video above)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
The factory in Guangdong had been completing overseas orders for the flag of the Tibetan government-in-exile.
Workers said they thought they were just making colourful flags and did not realise their meaning.
But then some of them saw TV images of protesters holding the emblem and they alerted the authorities, according to Hong Kong's Ming Pao newspaper.
The factory owner reportedly told police the emblems had been ordered from outside China, and he did not know that they stood for an independent Tibet.
Workers who had grown suspicious checked the meaning of the flag by going online.
Thousands of flags had already been packed for shipping.
Police believe that some may already have been sent overseas, and could appear in Hong Kong during the Olympic torch relay there this week.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
And even at an early age
I liked the alphabet
Thought it was friendly
Maybe not to U
But always nice to me
Because every time
We got past the basic
A B C and D
And the inevitable E F and G
The alphabet always says
Words and Collage by Jay Larsen
Alphabet by the Phoenicians and the Romans
whose Latin alphabet had 23 letters
where I and J are one and the same
Like they are in me.
C U L8R
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
As the authentic sound of oxide particles
Dragged across my head
No matter how many discrete channels
Digitally surround my focus point
I have but two ears
Last time I checked
That was still stereo
Evolution has put me into
An isolated system
I may be in a current state of disorder
But time’s arrow points the way
Don’t preach to me about entropy
There is enough multiplicity
Rolling around inside my head
Organic tape hiss does not prove
The existence of thermodynamics
But the friction does cause heat
The last season of Battlestar Galactica has kicked off with a bang.
They are advertising the last season with a BSG version of the Last Supper by Da Vinci.
Pompous? Yes. Arrogant? Maybe. But then again, maybe not.
Galactica so far has been the best thing on television. I hope they can wrap it up with the same quality drama they have delivered so far.
I’ll take BSG over the Da Vinci Code any day. In fact I’ll take BSG over the bible any day. BSG sets us up for a big Good versus Evil fight and then proceeds to demonstrate that there are no good guys and there are no bad guys. There are just people, all of them flawed, all of them trying to do the best they can.
If you haven’t watched the show, don’t start watching now. Go get the first 3 seasons on DVD and get caught up.
If you have been watching, hang on to your fraking ass, it looks like it is going to be a rocky road to the final credits. And we might find out that WE are the final Cylon…
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
But it defines the in and out
Decoders do not make meaning
But they are the feet
The feet that bring ambition
Ambition to the thoughts
The thoughts denied the shout
Instrumentation is not melody
But it helps to pass the night
Singers do not make the words
But they are the cry
The cry that brings aching
Aching to the heart
The heart flailing in the fight
Symbology is not biology
But it calls out a snazzy tune
Characters do not make novelty
But they are the color
The color that brings attention
Attention to the ass
The ass of a virile baboon
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Keep finding their way to our door
Too much snow to be spring
But the calendar contradicts
All the kids walk that arrogant walk
But they got every right
We all want to fly
But the age of our bones
Keeps us leaning against the fence post
The horizon beckons eternal flight
But gravity does not consent
Come inside beside the fire
We have a nest an eagle would envy
And we must prepare our hearth
For the next visiting lamb
Words by Jay Larsen
Illustration, Eagle Envy, by Jay Larsen
Fondness for your presence by Love recognizing itself in Other
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Found this great video obout the Freeway Blogger. Watch it.
Now that's what I call freedom of speech.
When GE or IBM put up billboards it is respected and protected commercial activity.
But when a genuine Citizen exercises his freedom of speech, he has to worry about being caught and punished.
Schaeffer also announced last week he's using Davis' song Already Free as the theme music in his new 14-part Showtime Series "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single", which will air Sundays and Tuesdays this June, July, and August on two Showtime channels. The series will also be available in Showtime's On-Demand section.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
In the pause between a cruel joke and awkward laughter.
In the cracks between asphalt and the gutter.
In every corner of this round, round world.
In every breath as it starts to turn from out to in.
In the midst of things as they move.
And everything (yes everything) moves.
There beats a gentle rhythm
There sounds a whisper of a chord.
There between before and after.
There is a freedom.
There is a suchness.
There is a BIG MIND.
There is a BIG LOVE.
And There Again
In the Silent Spaces.
Friday, April 11, 2008
As your feet hit the street
Those bastards down there
Are dogs who know how
To make the lambs bleat
Watch your back
Gotta get your piece
Of an ever shrinking pie
Before the corporate pirates
Launch their back-stabbing attack
The carnivores you meet
Eat nothing but meat
And you my friend
Down in the street
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I am afraid of missing those I love
When they are gone
I am afraid of being bored
Because the bored are boring
I am afraid of hunger and pain
Especially other peoples’ pain
So I look away
I am afraid that my entertainments
Are wallpaper covering empty spaces
Inside of me
I am afraid of long silences
They loom so large
So I tell a joke
Or roll my eyes
And hope you don’t walk away
In an empty space
I am afraid
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
My bedroom is a shrine to your second season set.
Your show was really great way back then
Before those money flubbing bastards made you team up
With that horsemeat reflex from that life guard show.
Excuse me, but can you sign my copy of your unauthorized anthropology?
I was like totally influenced by your preemptive use
Of the desperate plea for more emotional openness
As a way to pass the time in airports and bank lines.
That and I really liked your use of black as a sexual strategy.
You must hear this all the time, I’m sure.
But I have every copy of every receipt you ever signed
At that bistro on the south end of the peninsula
The one with the spoons shaped like little hearts.
You were the most likable, deferential person eating there.
Pardon me, but aren’t you embarrassed to go out in public like that?
Do you find it easy to carry the extra weight
Of four underused quadrants
And that quantum collection of ephemera?
I only ask because I would love to blog about your condition.
How naked are we going to get anyway?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
You might think it’s nothing serious
You might think you can shake it off
You might not think
You might be delirious
Some events leave their mark on you
Some marks are more visible than others
Some marks have no causing events
Some shit just leaves its mark on you
Is it doomsday?
Or just the echo of doomsday?
Is it your birthday?
Or just an echo?
Only skin deep
Oh, but what skin
Oh those paper scars
Monday, April 07, 2008
Have I run the dog thing into the ground yet?
Anyway, my subscription to eMusic.com is an important way that I can discover new music without spending a ton of cash. Many times I discover a new band that is new and energetic and ready to take off. Sometimes I discover mature acts that somehow I never heard before. And I also enjoy finding historical records that I missed out on. All of which is fun and exciting. But sometimes I discover bands that sound great, but have already broken up and then the discovery is kind of bitter sweet.
This is the case with Dogs Die in Hot Cars, a British band that really caught my ear a few months ago. Not only do they have an incredibly strange name, which has the advantage of being technically true but difficult to use as a noun, but they also sound very much like a reincarnation of XTC, one of the greatest quirky bands from the UK ever to make records. And DDIHC (which is hard to abbreviate also) doesn’t just copy XTC, they manage to echo the best of XTC and still sound very much original.
They, the Dogs (who must have gotten into a hot car despite their own warnings), have an EP, Man Bites Man , and an album, Please Describe Yourself. Both of which are worth starting an eMusic.com subscription for. And according to information I have found on the web, the band broke up while working on their second album. It is a shame to get all excited about a fabulous group, just to find out that they have already disbanded. But I will have to keep my eyes open for the names, Craig Macintosh, Gary Smith, Lee Worrall, Ruth Quigley, and Laurence Davey, cross my fingers and hope these talented Brits will get involved in future recording projects. In the meanwhile I will have to console myself with another listen to “I Love You Cause I Have To.” Because I have to, love them that is. And if you are a Brit Pop fan or an XTC fan (that means you Steve-O) then you should love the Dogs who died in their hot car too.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Don’t alright cause every little worry gonna be thing’s
I see a black paint and I want to door it red
Don’t need the wind to see which way a weatherman blows
Days of these one I’m gonna cut little pieces into you
So don’t you blue suede on my step shoes
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
He has apparently started channeling William Shatner and is doing music videos of Helter Skelter. Like many of his campaign videos, this one is strange and well...strange. But if you enjoy strange white guys speaking the lyrics of Beatle's songs to a video montage, then this might just be your cup of tea. Cheers.
And just for comparison, a classic: William Shatner "sings" Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Vote for your favorite on American Idol: Old White Guys Special Edition.