welcome to the monkeyshpere
ever get the feeling that reality outside your own circle of family, friends, acquaintances, and arch enemies is… well… unreal somehow? ever notice that you can walk through the streets passing hundreds, thousands, of people at a clip and not even notice a single human face? ever rest your eyes on or near a stranger on the subway and see a loose collection of body parts, clothes, accessories, and reading materials rather than what might properly be called a person? well welcome to the monkeysphere. what is the monkeysphere exactly? read this funny but also strangely compelling essay and find out. go ahead, it’s good for you, reading being fundamental and all.
rivers and tides
i guess it’s old news but i saw a documentary last night called rivers and tides about artist andy goldsworthy and was just blown away. i’ve been aware of his work, but by no means versed in it. the film was one of the most inspiring art documentaries i’ve ever seen. it captures something beyond goldworthy’s work in particular, something idealistic about the functions of art, it’s place in the world, and it’s lack of permanence. “earthworks” are extremely poetic and i’m embarrassed to admit seeing goldworthy’s so vividly represented had me revisiting old fantasies about leaving everything behind and moving into the mountains somewhere.
the work conjured up of many associations for me. the materials- stones, icicles, leaves, twigs, put me in mind of primitive art, or more pointedly what i imagine are the ancient root inclinations of art: to create, to re-order, to manipulate, to mold, to play. there is something so pure about work of this kind. stacks of stones, a lattice of twigs, a pile of leaves. to see mr. goldsworthy, walking into a stream, collecting iron rich rocks to pound into pigment, right there in the river… well it’s wonderful. the processes of art removed from all the accumulated carbuncles of the studio. and then to see the art take shape right there and rest in the midst of some field or shore rather than in the all too familiar, antiseptic, white room. it’s extremely moving. it’s what art might be were it nomadic, truly personal, and stripped of the suffocating culture which surrounds it.
the ephemeral nature of earthwork in general and certainly goldworty’s work in particular, put me in mind of eastern philosophy. even as he is assembling an elegant icicle which seems to snake in and out of a stone outcropping, you are acutely aware of it’s ultimate fate. when the sun rises to illuminate it the piece can do nothing other than melt and collapse. it is shimmering and gorgeous in part because of its impermanence. it’s as if the artists efforts are simply one more of the natural processes, compelling the ice into an extra form on it’s inevitable path back to liquid.
it’s much the same with other works represented in the film. for example a stone mound on the shore which at high tide is totally submersed, only to reappear at low tide. small pools of water filled with flower petals or pigment. spirals made from colorful leaves. all of these works are acted upon by the nature around them. in most cases they will eventually be transformedand ultimately, like all else, decay. some of the works in the film collapsed before they were even completed underscoring their delicate, ephemeral, quality. it’s a very rich and poetic way of working. after all every artist’s work will disappear, whether physically or metaphorically, given enough time. goldworthy’s work does not resist this eventuality but rather embraces it.
unfortunately another thing it brought to mind was… oh boy… the gates. with all the words i’ve wasted trying to explain why i disliked the gates so much, a film like rivers and tidesmakes it plain to see. site specific work can have a harmony and poetry that makes it almost magical. it can be subtle and moving at the same time. it can seem to grow right from its surroundings. it can be surprising and thought provoking without being disruptive and gaudy. it can be grand without being big and obvious. it can be elegant! though they are very different artists in form and function the film drove home for me how ineffective the gates really was as an outdoors site specific piece of art and had me imagining all the art that might have served central park better.
in any case, as stated, i’m no earthworks scholar. i don’t know the first thing about robert smithson or richard long, and i haven’t expressed a quarter of the interest i found in goldworthy’s work. i have found a few interesting relevant links though if your interested-
here is a particularly good essay on goldworthy and the “elemental” quality of his work called the beauty of creation.
here is a short film from the roland collection called nature and nature.
here is a piece about the man and the movie via world socialist. here’s another piece on the film via documentary films .net
here is the movie site via roxie cinema.
here is a site dedicated to what was, at the time at least, the largest artwork ever to be commissioned in Britain called sheepfolds.
here are some more images which i hope you check out since the images included in this post are video captures right from the film, and certainly not the best examples of his work.. via artnet, via smithsonian mag, and 2kj.
at my most cynical i’d likely call the whole “man in nature, working with the land, using only found materials, poetic nomad artist thing” a shtick, and perhaps it is. but to see the man’s hands in the film, always bruised, taped, filthy, i’d say it’s the kind of shtick i can get behind. in todays art world i can’t think of anything more welcome. see the film!
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the haight-ashbury of the adriatic, however briefly
with scant commentary of mine own, I quote a thrilling history tidbit which is taken from t.a.z. The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism By Hakim Bey:
“Makhno’s Ukraine and anarchist Spain were meant to have duration, and despite the exigencies of continual war both succeeded to a certain extent: not that they lasted a “long time,” but they were successfully organized and could have persisted if not for outside aggression. Therefore, from among the experiments of the inter-War period I’ll concentrate instead on the madcap Republic of Fiume, which is much less well known, and was not meant to endure. Gabriele D’Annunzio, Decadent poet, artist, musician, aesthete, womanizer, pioneer daredevil aeronautist, black magician, genius and cad, emerged from World War I as a hero with a small army at his beck and command: the “Arditi.” At a loss for adventure, he decided to capture the city of Fiume from Yugoslavia and give it to Italy. After a necromantic ceremony with his mistress in a cemetery in Venice he set out to conquer Fiume, and succeeded without any trouble to speak of. But Italy turned down his generous offer; the Prime Minister called him a fool.
In a huff, D’Annunzio decided to declare independence and see how long he could get away with it. He and one of his anarchist friends wrote the Constitution, which declared music to be the central principle of the State. The Navy (made up of deserters and Milanese anarchist maritime unionists) named themselves the Uscochi, after the long- vanished pirates who once lived on local offshore islands and preyed on Venetian and Ottoman shipping. The modern Uscochi succeeded in some wild coups: several rich Italian merchant vessels suddenly gave the Republic a future: money in the coffers! Artists, bohemians, adventurers, anarchists (D’Annunzio corresponded with Malatesta), fugitives and Stateless refugees, homosexuals, military dandies (the uniform was black with pirate skull-&-crossbones—later stolen by the SS), and crank reformers of every stripe (including Buddhists, Theosophists and Vedantists) began to show up at Fiume in droves. The party never stopped. Every morning D’Annunzio read poetry and manifestos from his balcony; every evening a concert, then fireworks. This made up the entire activity of the government. Eighteen months later, when the wine and money had run out and the Italian fleet finally showed up and lobbed a few shells at the Municipal Palace, no one had the energy to resist. “
Make a groovie movie, no?
T.A.Z. is a great book, and you can read it online, or you may find a copy at your local anarchist bookstore, and all I can say is, read it, okay?
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jmorrison kidnapped! future of the nonist in doubt.
we received word that jmorrison, super-admin here at the nonist, was kidnapped in the early hours of the morning from his manhattan apartment. his girlfriend returned home from the gym to find him missing. she received a ransom note via email making certain demands which only readers of the nonist can comply with. though the fbi have made it clear we should not attempt to deal directly with the kidnapper we’ve included the ransom note below. his loved ones have asked that you please do all you can to help get jaime returned home safely. we, the management, ask the same. please see below.
our godless constitution
pretty informative article over at the nation about the founding fathers’ true attitude toward religion as opposed to the current revisionist notion that the country was founded on christian ideals. from the article: our constitution makes no mention whatever of god. the omission was too obvious to have been anything but deliberate, in spite of alexander hamilton’s flippant responses when asked about it: According to one account, he said that the new nation was not in need of “foreign aid.” haha, witty bastard. see below for a few quotes from the old felers themselves…
madison- “What have been the fruits (of christianity)? more or less in all places, pride and indolence in the clergy, ignorance and servility in the laity, in both, superstition, bigotry, and persecution.”
paine- “I believe in one god, and no more; and I hope for happiness beyond this life…. I do not believe in the creed professed by the jewish church, by the roman church, by the greek church, by the turkish church, by the protestant church, nor by any church that I know of. my own mind is my own church.”
jefferson- “civil as well as ecclesiastical (leaders), who, being themselves but fallible and uninspired men, have assumed dominion over the faith of others, setting up their own opinions and modes of thinking as the only true and infallible, and as such endeavoring to impose them on others, hath established and maintained false religions over the greatest part of the world and through all time.”
also jefferson- “the day will come, when the mystical generation of jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin, will be classed with the fable of the generation of minerva in the brain of jupiter.”
still waiting for that day mr. jefferson.
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anatomical dreamtime
happened upon this incredible gallery of anatomical images called dream anatomy. most of the images are from a time before the dry, clinical, diagraming style we are used to today held sway. from the introduction: in the early modern era, the boundary between art and science was ill-defined. anatomists and their artist collaborators made use of familiar modes of representation - the iconography of landscape, nudity, mythology and christianity. artists tried to create illustrations that were accurate, but also amazing, beautiful, and entertaining. think detailed and informative but also odd, surreal, and sometimes grotesque. the above link is the informative path, which i recommend, but if you prefer here is a direct link to the simple gallery. (p.s. don’t forget to check out the outsider art section. wink wink.)
the underground railroad of perversion
There are corners of the world that you don’t want to find. There are corners of the world that without hyperbole are the last place you’d want to end up. It dawned on me recently that while many of the larger rules concerning where or where not to wander into mistakenly have been well documented, there exists a lesser known list of many places that are in many ways more frightening than their more infamous counterparts.
These spots have gone vastly unrecognized because of social taboos and the nature of their existence, which keeps many of those who possess the dark secrets of these places fairly tightlipped about them. This has led me to believe that there is probably a small group of these places so seedy, so filthy, that no one really even knows about them.
I believe there is an underground network of filthy destinations that populate the world, and that many of these places operate unbeknownst to a majority of people who could at any moment mistakenly stumble across them to their own demise, or nausea.
The Boston Fens are one such place. When I moved to Boston, I thought the Fens were just slivers of the Emerald Necklace – Boston’s name for the chain of parks that surround the metro area - until I was advised by a gay friend to stay out of the Fens, because it was known among the city’s queer populace as the place to go for anonymous gay male sex.
I think there needs to be an effort made to compile a list of these places, so that we can chart the underground railroad of perversion that must surely exist. In the name of humanity, knowledge, my own devious curiosities, and frankly, the safety of all who appreciate a walk that does not culminate in anonymous gay male sex, I demand that we leave no stone of shame uncovered.
I ask - no, I implore you - to please contribute any info you might have (however trivial) about the shady underbellies of this nation (or others) and by doing so spread the word for others whose are not privvy to it.
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cower, art lovers, before the beethoven’s fifth of stupidity
So I want to get out of my funk and into the funk. Maybe I should record some songs and put them up on the web after all. I registered a couple of weeks ago on garageband, the music website run by such minds as Sir George Martin, who produced the Beatles while they were producing the music industry as we know it, and Jerry Harrison of Talking Heads and Tom Tom Club. Apple makes a recording software package called garageband too, but Sir George and Jerry were there first, and the name is to be shared amicably. Anyhow, before I can post my own songs for other listeners to review, I pay about twenty bucks a tune or review a couple dozen songs.
The highest rated songs are as good as half the stuff on radio, and the bad songs are as bad as an amateur with access to a computer can make them. You can give extra points for production, instruments, and some more subjective categories such as great soundtrack and most danceable.
At the very top of the 25 stupidests songs ever, as rated by garageband.com listeners, is this cry of help from a young rake’s nervous system. Like Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, it will mark you forever. But as it was recorded at 3:30 am in a house full of passed-out partygoers by a man who can’t remember making it, having drunk a fifth of stupidity, there are no witnesses who can tell us what happened in that cellar near the turn of the millennium.
There are no witnesses.
Only an audio track, recovered like the black box from a party that flew too close to the sun that night, from which we must mentally construct a mind image in our heads.
Ic an feel it making me stupif er jsut writ ing about it.
Everyone who heard it has wept bitter tears of laiguther laughert pissed themselves over listening to sunbabies inc’s lyrical abomination, drunk alphabet outtake!
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free freedom freebie
I have a rule, not necessarily an infallible rule, but I count it generally reliable. Folks say “you get what you pay for,” meaning that “you pay more, you get more.” Here’s my rule: in those vague areas of ‘spiritual advice’, self-improvement tips, and re-engineering your own mind, my rule is “you usually get what you don’t pay for.”
Here’s what I mean: if you’re stupid and hungering for answers, you can fist over much or all of your money, even become an unpaid, brainwashed slave, and get nothing but brainwashed slavery for your coin. I am not saying there can never be an exception (Gurdjieff used to say"you hired me to wake you up, why shouldn’t I get paid; and besides, if you can’t get up the money, you won’t be good at the work either”) But he was a special case. 99% of the guys who give you the same line belong in jail. So when somebody offers their secrets for nothing, except the effort you may make to read them and make them your own, I take interest. This tells me that even if they are full of crap, they are deluding themselves as well, and not merely trying to take me for whatever’s in my wallet.
One of the people I’ve run across who offer their secrets gratis is Gary Craig, creator of something called the emotional freedom technique. He has some tapes for sale, but unlike certain ologies I could mention, you could buy his whole catalog for about 300 clams. He’d really like you to, for sure, but you can download the 79 page eft manual which tells you enough to do the technique, as a PDF for no dollars and nothing cents. I have a copy on my desktop right now. It describes a method of ‘tuning’ your body’s energy which takes about as long as you leave your tea bag steeping in the cup. It looks nutty, but here’s the gist: you tap a number of the same points an acupuncturist would go after, while focusing on whatever problem is bugging you, and do a couple other odd things. If it makes you feel really good, as he claims, then your effort is repaid. if you get nothing from it, you’re not even out the cost of your tea, and Mr. Craig has no claim on your eternal soul. No, he’s not a doctor, but an engineer from Stanford, who says he approaches personal performance coaching as an engineer; he wants to know what works.
Man after my own heart.
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word on the street
came across this truly fantastic site chronicling scottish broadsides from 1650-1911. For almost 300 years until the mid-19th century broadsides ruled the streets. they were the tabloid press of their day, and when i say tabloid, i mean tabloid, all modern negative association is certainly applicable. they are fascinating. a quick browse through the categories reveals quite clearly that no matter how much we decry the fall and failings of the media, in truth, nothing has really changed. these broadsides are the oprah, us weekly, entertainment tonight, ny post, crossfire, court tv, and weekly world news of their day, all rolled into one. categories include body-snatching, apparitions, dueling, pirates, incest, prostitution, transvestites, freemasonry, and treason just to name a few. the site itself is extremely well done and a read through the broadsides, with their gorgeous machine text and woodblock illustrations, offers a fine window into the quality of human informational hunger, then and now. enjoy. (via mefi)
god loves abortion
Great article at the times (reg. bla) discussing the clear implications of what intelligent design says about “the designer.” Snip:
“And why should the human reproductive system be so shoddily designed? Fewer than one-third of conceptions culminate in live births. The rest end prematurely, either in early gestation or by miscarriage. Nature appears to be an avid abortionist, which ought to trouble Christians who believe in both original sin and the doctrine that a human being equipped with a soul comes into existence at conception. Souls bearing the stain of original sin, we are told, do not merit salvation. That is why, according to traditional theology, unbaptized babies have to languish in limbo for all eternity. Owing to faulty reproductive design, it would seem that the population of limbo must be at least twice that of heaven and hell combined.”
HaHa.
makeover at delphi, or apollo in drag
noticed a link over at metafilter a few days ago pointing to some classical greek and roman sculpture retouched to appear painted in the full color scholars believe was originally present. i’ve seen these images before but it’s as if my mind obstinately refuses to allow them in, refuses to allow the the dearly held conception of hellenistic art as a pure, elegant, platonic ideal. are my neurons each rapid firing art critics in their own right? or are they just so used to processing bleached and time sanded marble that no other images compute? because these painted statues, man, they really challenge some popular notions of what our enlightened forbearers were up to.
it’s funny in a way because if you take a minute to think on it you can sense almost instantly that the notion of greek, and to a lesser degree roman, aesthetics we hold is actually counterintuitive to the greater context of their age. the addition of bold, primary, color to the statuary as well as architecture instantly make these great heros of human enlightenment more provincial, more human, and more in line with imagery prominent at the same time in parallel cultures. with the addition of scarlet, indigo, and bright yellow they suddenly become the ancients that they were rather than some strange lost civilization probably posited by aliens or touched directly by the hand of a long departed god of good taste. at least in my mind. i’m very enamored with antiquities in the very form in which they’ve made it to us. scrubbed and eroded and clean as animal bones on the plain.
the site which metafilter initially linked to was a project, called the virtual gallery, made by some folks at miami university as a teaching tool for an upper level sculpture class.
Until now it has been nearly impossible to reconstruct the impact which marble sculpture in lively colors must have had on the viewer. Because of the expense of printing in color, relatively few color photographs of sculpture appear in the standard texts. Moreover, while Roman wall paintings and Greek white ground lekythoi give us some idea of the painter’s palette, only a few pieces of sculpture have survived with their paint intact. No one would study the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel by relying on black and white photographs. It is just as unreasonable to expect students to understand fully the nature of Greek and Roman sculpture when their primary visual resources are black and white slides or photographs.
Current technology, including digitized images, computer modeling, and animation, is especially promising as a possible solution to understanding what this sculpture looked like because such technology enables us to manipulate visual images so easily.
the creators are quick to point out that though they re-colored the statues using photoshop they had no prior photoshop or retouching experience. though we might be tempted to attribute the jarring effect of the images to this i’ve seen other sources which are if anything more jarring. i think the question which just begs to be asked in regard to all of these reconstructions is a simple one: if the greeks were able to carve marble, creating subtle and sensitive human forms out of a block of rock in such a masterful fashion, why should we assume they would not paint them in a sophisticated manner as well?
as a commenter on metafilter pointed out, in the cases where traces of original paint still remain in tact, those traces would be base coats and ought not dictate too strictly the method of the restoration. many painted greek and roman artifacts remain, but by and large, as far as i know, they are in the form of pottery, which also ought not dictate. after all, we don’t do our best work on our dinner plates either. i’m no art historian so pehaps there is indeed a good reason for this assumption. my girlfriend pointed out, for instance, that color was a class consideration in ancient greece. perhaps in that sculptures were most often of gods only the brightest most expensive colors were used? i certainly don’t know. i guess i just have a hard time swallowing the idea that what has come to be thought of as a pinnacle of human creativity was ultimately gussied up like a lawn gnome. what is the truth of the matter? i guess, as with the eternal riddle of the tootsie pop, the world may never know.
in any case check out the quick time vr and sculpture sections of the virtual gallery and see for yourself.
and here are some more relevant links:
copying caligula.
hellas ancient greek art.
roman art and architecture
etc, etc, etc.
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velocity gnome and shags: saving the future
“There’s Someone at the Door, He Says He’s From the Future.” so begins a conceptual art piece with shades of john titor, neurocam, and that michael douglas movie the game. the artists began tracking the internet activities of a random 18-year old computer gamer named kolin (or velocity gnome as he was known online). they monitored and recorded his AOL instant messages and gather information about his friends and family from other sources on the net. blending this data with scenarios from video games and sci-fi films, they developed a mythology in which Kolin is “singled out as the savior of the human race.” they deliver a 40 page scrapbook to his home that incorporates photographs of him and excerpts from his personal correspondence. one of the artists shows up on Kolin’s doorstep, introduces himself as his “mentor from the future,” presents him with the book, and leaves without further explanation.
from the artists’ statement: “The plot thickened several days later with Kolin posted a detailed description of the encounter to an on-line gaming forum, along with digital photos of every page in the book. Members of the forum quickly added their own theories and responses, which ranged from close readings of the text and speculations about the gender of its authors, to admissions of jealousy and accusations that Kolin had invented the story in order to get a high rating for his thread (which in a few weeks had received over 40,000 hits).
a year passed after this initial contact. In August 2004, the artists mailed Kolin a package containing a photograph of their meeting a year earlier, along with a note, a certificate, and a plane ticket to Minneapolis. Kolin was met at the airport by a man in a beat up Lincoln Town Car who identified himself as “The Gatekeeper.” For two days, Kolin was lead around the city in search of robots, buried treasure and information needed to save the future. the artists involved numerous actors and another on-line gamer (known as shags) who, equally baffled, was driven with Kolin to a forest and abandoned there. At some point, Kolin noticed that his new friend had mysteriously disappeared. “I stood there alone in the woods, in Minnesota, with a shovel and a large black locked box, more confused then I have ever been in my life.” Kolin survived the trip and posted a detailed account of his adventure, concluding, “it was a great experience, and I would not hesitate to save the future again, if the chance ever arose.”
you can read the account posted by kolin himself, as mentioned above, called how i saved the world from armegeddon. it includes many relevant images including those from the scrapbook and other materials the artists gave him.
i won’t bother with the tedious “is it art?” rigamarole. it’s a pointless and time destroying line of questioning. i for one think think of hoaxes as a kind of art. i love them when they are not perpetrated by all powerful governments. they rule. i do think it may as well be mentioned, however, that the artists aren’t artists at all in the classic sense. their names are dylan reiff and joe korsmo, both students; one is studying to be an actor / playwright, the other is studying business / marketing. so if that’s the case what exactly makes this anything other than a geeky prank? it has been included in an art exhibit of course! hence my referring to these fellers as “the artists” throughout. anyhow…
i think it’s amusing. and (you knew it was coming) that’s exactly what bugs me about it. it’s a fun idea, but i think it would have been even better if it were less amusing. mainly i’m speaking of the package our actor and marketing friends used to ignite the whole project. have you looked at it? this is always a sticking point for my terminally serious sense of aesthetics: quality. wouldn’t it have been more intriguing, more mysterious, more interesting, mo’ better, if this package and booklet were an impeccably designed artifact rather than some scrapbook done with elmer’s glue and marker? it looks like a 10 year old girl’s diary. they took the time too track velocity gnome’s online actions, to come up with a story, to enlist actors and drive the guy around minnesota, why not take the time to make the accompanying materials look like something from the future? would that be “too obvious?”
(side-note: to all, postmodern, ironic, art assholes of the world, let me say something right here and now, sometimes the obvious thing is the right thing, the clear thing, the authentic thing. jesus cripes!)
all in all i dig this project, would like to see more about it, though i will say they either did a full psychological work up on their “victim” or they got real lucky that he decided to post the whole thing online. would be much less interesting without his take on it. also, why just end it by abandoning the kid in the woods? got david lynch disease or what?
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It’s only funny ‘cause it’s true.
I once read a science fiction story called Baxbr/Daxbr which Google reminds me was written by Evelyn E. Smith. In it, an ordinary man who does daily the crossword puzzle in the newspaper comes to realize that it is being used to send coded messages in advance of an alien invasion. This isn’t so unusual, and variants of this have actually been used by different belligerents in history. The allies let the french resistance know the normandy invasion was imminent by including in a BBC broadcast the phrase “the violins of autumn wound my heart with a monotonous languor,” upon which the Maquis blacked their faces and blew up every railroad track and telegraph pole they could. I’m telling you this so you will understand and act to stop the menace our unsuspecting Earth now faces: the Zogg!
isometric cityscapes of m-city
ambitious, ingenious, and impressive, m-city is a street art project being executed in poland (i believe). using a huge array of isometric illustrations cut into stencils the artists “build” sprawling cityscapes in paint. the illustrations themselves are pretty gorgeous, recalling the pixelated architecture of isometric perspective games but retaining a loose, handmade, feel. they cover a whole array of iconic urban structures and supporting infrastructures. the accompanying site offers a look at all of the individual stencils, photos of some resulting pieces, a movie (which helps clue you in the not only the general concept but also to the method) and a virtual m-city constructor where you can build your own online. all in all extremely well done. kudos, or as the young hooligans say, “props.” (via wooster collective)
hibernian, fortean, joycean fustian; blather!
Ah, the Irish. ‘tis said the good lord created alcohol so that they would not rule the world. Mystical, lyrical, jesting and questing (I probably stole the last couple of words, but who can remember?) So you know when some inhabitants of that fair isle set themselves to do a website filled with odd tales of the unnatural, the nonsensical, the numinous and ruinous, the criminal and the subliminal, the sublimely heretical and the just plain disrespectful, you know, don’t you then, that they will bring a certain flair to the task? I’ll say no more; ‘tis all blather.
just in case…
with today’s conveniently pre-budget and totally specifics-free wmd terror warning, with north korea’s unheeded nuclear capabilities announcement, and with iran next on the preemptive hit list, perhaps now is a good time to learn to start worrying and fear the bomb? fear is poinless i guess but with a born again christian apocalypse nigh perhaps a bit of good old fashioned preparedness is in order… and when i say old fashioned, i mean
old fashioned.