Month: February 2004

There’s brain candy for thwarted English Majors atJollyroger.com.

All manner of classical literary and philosophical geekdom resides in this “portal of the open source online renaissance.” Still, there’s always going to be a bad egg or two. For example, in the Greek Mythology forum, somebody posted “I need pictures of Uranus for my project, does anyone know where to find them?” to which there were several tasteful replies of “$%&# you” because they don’t actively swear at jollyroger.com, apparently.

But seriously, name your major literary figure and there’s bound to be a forum for them on the site. Plus they take poetry and digital photography submissions and soforth. The web is truly doing its part to destupefy the unwashed lethargic masses these days, methinks.

If you’re not so literarily minded at the moment, though, check out the guide to swearing in multiple gaelic dialects…

John Lydon aka Johnny Rotten:punk iconoclast, or big f&$*ing baby?

A postmortem shall appear whence I’ve had a chance to fully digest it all.

But in a nutshell, I saw the Reality tour and it was a quasireligious experience, to say the least.

For now, a Friday Five, even though it’s cheesy and you guys almost never answer them…

1. What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done? Natural childbirth…top that if you can…

2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of? Absinthe. Or possibly a very unnatural hair color.

3. On a scale of 1-10, what’s your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it’s a lifestyle) Maybe a 5? Want to take risks, but have children to think of 🙂

4. What’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky? Renewed a friendship through frank disclosure.

5. … and what’s the worst? Near fatal embarrassment.

Margaret Cho on Bowie

…between poetry and fiction is that no one finds you odd if you write poetry as a second person narrative.

A trove of vintage liquor posters…

Can’t remember the rest of this dream, but at some point I returned to my childhood home and was given a “Sandman” painting by my parents…

The Jersey Devil…

It is my contention that the web is an artist’s commune to the nth degree. The biggest Salon ever frequented. Cafe Society with optional caffeine. Look to history for examples. The English Romantics,the Preraphealites, the Beat Poets,the Lost Generation,the writers and artists of the Irish Rennaissance, all examples of communities of thinking, creative people who corresponded with one another to the betterment of their particular movements. The web is just a gigantic extension of that phenomenon, and though maybe we aren’t all tortured geniuses or anything, everybody gets to play, not just the intellectual elite. And, anyway, it keeps us polished and verbally sharp and excercises the wit most of us have been conditioned to sublimate in the wake of crass and commercial society. Plus, it’s a wonderful experiment in mass intellectual socialism, putting starving students and suburban cubicle slaves on an equal footing with artists, musicians, and political figures. Encouraging debate as well as common interest.

Or something like that.

But enough with the philospophical rumination. I’m going to see David Bowie tommorrow!

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Man of Science: Being submerged in thought. A time of intense mental focus. Perfectionism. Personal detachment and self-possession. Working on your own, or in isolation. In the creative process: Scrutinize and test every aspect of your work so as to refine and perfect it.

Reason: Using your head to get through a situation. A time to define or obey the rules. Yielding to or being the boss, or authority figure. Patriarchal or traditional approach is favored. Fathering issues.

Fathering Issues? Whatever.

mythology

detritus

opinion

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