Related to….
En Garde – Puzzle Muteson from Bedroom Community on Vimeo.
Puzzle is part of the “Bedroom Community” Nico Muhly shows up on.
For those who hate musicals…
…you might become a believer. So certainly NSFW.
All Rite Now
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” (Hunter S. Thompson)
I’m sorry…
Danny started this tonight. I couldn’t help but play along.
In the sixties, my brother and I once owned an Allen Sherman album. We prided ourselves on memorizing the lyrics to his songs. At any given moment, I can pull this one out of memory. Danny’s heard me enough, he can pull most of it out himself.
Weird Al Yankovic don’t have nothing on Sherman.
I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
from the archives: March 18, 2010
Damn, this was fine.
Like you’d expect, it started out good and the comments made it all more betterer.
searching for the house of Ruben Bustes
Daryl, Sheila and I saw something today we think is the setting for a story. Driving through an old Oak Cliff neighborhood, looking for the house of Ruben Bustes (that’s a story in itself), we came across a one story ranch on a corner lot. The back was fenced with low chain link fortified inside with cactus. Inside the yard was another fence, also fortified with cactus, that housed a small dog house. I think that’s all we’ve got. Please tell us what it means.
Voice to Text
Danny to Rick, 3:47 pm.
Hey Rick, it’s I forgot if you Carol home public you force yourself love you. I know Sam. So since whoops love.
spam name
Petronila Sammie.
You are listening to Los Angeles
Okay. My 24/7 soundtrack. Ambient music and live LAPD police radio.
(Thank you, Mr. Ledgerwood.)
dear clusterflock
What if a treasured long-time friend, someone only fifteen years older than yourself, had (a year or more ago) begun to manifest signs of premature dementia, and it was finally apparent to you that she is only about sixty per cent there and never going to get any better?
Last Night I Dreamed…
Before bed, Danny and I purposely measured our vodka. We went to bed early. I didn’t fall asleep as easily as usual. I slept the night fitfully. Between brief dreams, I was awake with eyes closed, thoughts came and went. I dreamed I was in a car with people. It seemed I was on a highway in North Central Arkansas. I was driving ahead of, or into a thunderstorm. I took the car off the highway into a little town of quaint neighborhoods. I stopped.
Suddenly, crazy, amazing lightning lit the town, then thunder. People came out of houses around the car looking up to the sky. I looked out the car window as lightning bolted and hit a man standing just outside the car, lifting him into the sky and letting him go to fall somewhere nearby. Enormous thunder boomed. “Oh, God! Did you see that?” I called to folks in the car, “He was electrified, enlightened.” A girl-child was at my side. She asked, “What happened to him?”
“Oh, honey,” I said. “He was lifted into the sky. It’s time to move!” I put the car in “drive” and squealed around. I woke up. I don’t know if I was headed away from or into the eye of the storm.
What do these people have in common?
(Aside from being mental as anything.)
I just learned via Roger Ebert that I share a birthday with David Foster Wallace.
I already knew about my natal link with Nina Simone, W. H. Auden, Sam Peckinpah, and Anaïs Nin.
Word Request
“That feeling you get when you realize you have no idea how to pronounce the word you’re about to say, because you’ve only ever used it online, but it’s too late to turn back.”
from the moderated comments
What is really missing: Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard is one of the most translated and read authors of our time, be it his fiction or non-fictions books. Contrary to the New Yorker writer Lawrence Wright, L. Ron Hubbard never even tried to make a living out of bias and rumors but is known for straight and honest communication with his readers and left it up to them to make up their own mind. As he said, “I have led an adventurous life and it would possibly be entertaining to read, but I doubt such a work would shed any background light on my researches and would not clarify my intentions or why I developed Dianetics and Scientology… . My intentions in life did not include making a story of myself. I only wanted to know man and understand him. I did not really care if he did not understand me, so long as he understood himself. I was the lesser part of my project. Some say this is unfortunate, but I do not find it so. I did not live to be understood, but to understand.” How right he was when he wrote this in 1966.
How’s your weather?
Shovelled ten minutes ago, the patio, path from the garage to the kitchen door. I’m going over to the office in a couple hours to see to the shift-change of plowers and shovellers.
I know this isn’t anything like what others are experiencing in the soon-to-be eighteen-hundred mile stretch of storm. KC is at the upper edge of snow, everything going on is further south. (We seem to have 12″.) Looks like it’ll peter-out here by 9:00 or so. We’ve dodged the bullet of iced power lines and power loss. Otherwise, we would be firing up the gas fireplace and camping by its cool heat until the power came back on. Hope all y’all are well and surviving, whether by virtue of your own capabilities or by friends nearby who aren’t without.
A Kind of Wild Justice
Thanks, Daniel?
universal product code
I’m going to a burlesque show tonight for the first time in a while. I’m also looking back through documentary footage, selecting clips that seem useful. Right now I am looking through one of the first burlesque shows I went to, listening again to interviews, looking for moments in performances that speak to me.
Daryl has a story in which the narrator busily documents his life while writing down what he remembers from the past — as he flips through the filled and unfilled pages they take on the quality of a bar code — what I am up to recently has something of that quality.
What I’m Watching Now…
The Parking Lot Movie Trailer from The Parking Lot Movie on Vimeo.
I’m watching it right now. It’s brilliant. Watch it. You’re welcome.
headline of the day, III
Parents Sue Expert Witness Who Made Fake Child-Porn of Their Kids
Dear Clusterflock…
How’s your weather?
I’m coming off of 14 hours of manning the phones during snow removal. We don’t have nothing like points east in the last week or so. Still I’ve been up since 3:45 this morning. Phones ringing and answering with calls coming in as I talked. I’d like to think it’s under control. Phones are quiet now, but who can say? We might have another 2.5″ by 6:00 in the morning. I imagine the phones will start again about 2:00 am. I’m off to bed now, I’ll let you know how it goes.
Amazing how things that happened this morning seem like two days ago.
Oooo! And windchills here tomorrow are expected to be -25. It will be a bitter day for our workers. But we’ll be in final clean-up. I don’t know what to expect.
headline of the day
Nazi-Dressing Alleged Jihadist Charged With Biting Two FBI Agents
A (Soup) (Swap) Conundrum
I actually pondered hosting a Soup Swap. Pondered it briefly. I really like soup, both the making and the eating of it, and besides, I need to “put myself forward” out here in the Back of Beyond if I am not going to drift out beyond the Back of Beyond and into La-La Land.
But I got to thinking about how few friends I have here and about how a Soup Swap, like a Book Club, sort of demands that the participants know one another at least a little. Else you start drifting into the territory staked out by Amway, Avon, and Tupperware.
Plastics.
Smile Though Your Heart Is Aching
Women laughing alone with salad (via @anarchivist): Photos that set me to thinking.
They are the stuff of tragicomedy. The Unbearable Tragicomedic Lightness of Salad, or, When It’s Just Not Enough and It Ain’t What You Want.
And they set me to pondering a Unified Field Theory of Dinner and Dessert.
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Dear Clusterflock: The New Year…
Hopes? Dreams? Aspirations?
Ghosts of Christmas Past
1. Over ate cracked nuts and home-made fudge, divinity, all day. To wake up, in the eve, nudged in the tummy. Barfed at 2-something in the morning. Santa’d already come.
2. My brother wanted a roadrace set so bad that when he saw it on Christmas morning, he busted out bawling tears of gratitude so wracking he was nearly delirious. Daddy offered to take it back to the store if my brother was that unhappy with it. Wink.
