There is No Turning Back

If you were above one magnetic field line you might see currents bursting out at you.

Magnetic Movie from Semiconductor on Vimeo.

You are immersed in magnetic fields right now. Your computer, your cell phone, your speakers playing Jesus and The Mary Chain. You are immersed.

The Horrors of the Bourgeois.......

can only be overcome with greater horrors!

Hauschka - Morgenrot from Jeff Desom on Vimeo.

Weekend - Directed by Jean Luc Godard (?)

Who would you rather be screwed by, Mao or Johnson?

Johnson?

You fascist!

-Fin-

A Paw In My Face

Is there really that much difference between surfing and The Field? I'm not convinced there is.



There is something about this song that reminds me that music probably makes the world go around. I can't count the times I have seen people bob their head to this tune, there is something perfect and serene about this track. It's organic and mechanical. A nice little drum track over top of some weird staccato chords, what more is there to like. And it builds. And builds. And builds. Try this; but this song on as loud as you can in your car, drive around at night, preferably after some rain, and listen. Listen to how the song matches up with your eyes glazing across the road. Try listening to how the beat ends up matching the rhythm of your head bobing or your pulse beating. After about the first three minuets it will all make sense; The Field was put on earth to make entrancing minimal house music, and you were put on this earth to listen to this track and drive around in the rain to it. See, it all makes sense now.

We were born to Sin, We were born to Sin

We don't wanna die

We don't wanna deny

Our dirty God

Our dirty bodies

You Have the Moon, I Have the Internet

Galactic Center of Milky Way Rises over Texas Star Party from William Castleman on Vimeo.

this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more

this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more

if i had a heart i could love you
if i had a voice i would sing
after the night when i wake up
i'll see what tomorrow brings

You are so cute when you are frustrated, dear

Some people have ant problems in their apartment. Some people have rodent trouble. Other people have other troubles in their apartments that they don't want anyone to know about. I have a bear problem. To be more specific, I have a Mr. Bear problem. Let me paint a picture for you; the other day I came home from a long days work at the milk factory and I open my door and what do I find, but Mr. Bear standing there in my kitchen wearing the most fashionable hat I have ever seen, twirling a cane on his hand and whistling a little diddy. I said, Mr. Bear what are you doing in my kitchen, and where did you get that fabulous hat? Why, Ben, Mr. Bear responded, if only you knew the world that I knew. I said, Mr. Bear, to be perfectly honest, I don't give a damn about your Bear world, just get out of my kitchen. I motioned toward the door and in one shake of lambs day Mr. Bear tipped his hat to me, walked out my door, and down the street.



After that I was pretty confident I had solved my Mr. Bear problem but the other day what did I find when I came home from work again? But Mr. Bear rolling around on the floor of my living room with his head stuck in my honey jar! I said, Mr. Bear, again? Mr. Bear you can take you, your fashionable hat, and my honey jar which is currently afixed to your head, and just go home. I motioned to the door, Mr. Bear got up off the floor, honey streaming down his back and pooling onto my brand new rug and attempted to find the door. After a little assistance from me Mr. Bear found the door, left, and walked down the street with my honey jar still around his head. OOOOhhhhhhh that Mr. Bear!

A blast from the past (some things are best kept in the past)

So, once in a time not a whole lot unlike we find ourselves in today, there was a blog. It was called Robots Weekly. Short lived, but influential in burgeoning blog arena at the time. Sadly, three of the four primary writers of Robot Weekly died in a horrible accident when their toboggan that they were all sharing went off a cliff on the French/Swiss border in the Alps. Their bodies were never recovered, and they we all presumed dead. In memory of their lives I have taken the time to dig up one of my favorite posts from Robots Weekly. I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I do, I think it perfectly captures all the fire, emotion, and energy that these great writers had before their lives were taken away from us too soon. Enjoy.

ALL YOU FUCKING SQUARES BETTER SAY YOUR FUCKING PRAYERS

I've smoked three cigarettes now while trying to think of something to write.
I've got an idea.
My predictions for if a hippo was to fight an alligator

On land:Advantage Hippo
In the water: Advantage Hippo
Cage match: Advantage Hippo
In a bar: Advantage Hippo
In the air: Push

The one where Ben comes to terms with the Village People and En Vogue

Ok, I was not going to use this as a forum to write about myself, but, rules are made to be broken so here we go. I'm in Chicago this weekend and I'm staying in the lovely little gay mecca that is affectionately known as Boys Town. And this means next to nothing I know, but they are having a street fair this weekend and some how they secured both the Village People (cliche?) and En Vogue to perform. More amazingly there are VIP section for En Vogue. Not one, but two sections. Tickets ranging from $30 to $50, respectively. I do not really have anything to add to this, so take that for what you will. Now back to your random selections of found videos and prose. Thank you.




i walked into the house of miraculous recovery

and stood before king everything

and he asked me to join him in the red wing

took me to pie land
said, "i'm a thigh man"
i will be eternally hateful

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