back to the canyon
escaping the first
hundred degree days of
the summer...
will most likely return
with a new yarn or two
entirely yarn-less at the moment...
Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
there are nuclear missiles called "Peacemaker"
...on the blog of my dearest friend Pixie, there was a recent comment from one of her readers stating that peacemaking/peacekeeping is very hard and constructive while pacifism is easy and often destructive...this offends me to the very core of my being...
...i have experienced the nightstick, the water cannon, the rubber bullet and the tear gas cannister all first hand and i can testify that it's not easy taking a beating and nearly dying for the sake of peace and love...it rises above nationalism and religious dogma...you can keep these things, you retarded tribalists, you fundementalist freaks...
...i hope that someday there will be a great awakening, but i'm not holding my breath...
...i have experienced the nightstick, the water cannon, the rubber bullet and the tear gas cannister all first hand and i can testify that it's not easy taking a beating and nearly dying for the sake of peace and love...it rises above nationalism and religious dogma...you can keep these things, you retarded tribalists, you fundementalist freaks...
...i hope that someday there will be a great awakening, but i'm not holding my breath...
Monday, April 06, 2009
...for the past four days, day has turned into night and night into day, sleep coming in brief drug induced snatches, filled with bizarre fevered dreams...woke up this afternoon, not knowing the time or even what day it is, having just had the most bizarre of all the dreams...
...in this hazy, surreal, Stanley Kubrick movie inside my head, my long-time bandmate Tom and i were mysteriously transformed into hitmen...not musical hit songwriters and performers, but actual high-powered rifle totin' killers...it was unclear in the dream who our targets were...when i told Tom of my codeine fueled visions, he postulated that perhaps we were out to get all the "weekend warrior" bands who are more than happy to play for shit wages and some free drinks and drive down the fees of all the full-time players who are still trying to make a living in a profession that's hard even in the best of fiscal times...i'm certain that news stories of the past weeks burrowed into my brain and gave birth to these troubling images...it seems that almost every day in this country, a disturbed person picks up a gun and kills his or her own family, or an office or school full of people, or waits in ambush and shoots police officers who are in harm's way every time they roll out onto the streets of Anytown, USA...
...and yet i have friends and aquaintances who support the agenda that there is way too much gun control and a stable person should be able to own whatever sort of weapon they want, short of a nuclear device...perhaps if every gun shop in the country had a psychiatrist on staff to weed out the weirdos or maybe even a psychic to predict who might nut-out in a year or two when he catches his wife fucking the pool guy...neither of these things will happen...
...what will happen is that americans will continue to blast the guts and the life out of other americans in ever-increasing numbers and the hardcore guns rights advocates will continue in their attempt turn this country into an armed camp, each house a personal fortress, each person peering in paranoia through gun slots in iron plates where windows used to be...
...in this hazy, surreal, Stanley Kubrick movie inside my head, my long-time bandmate Tom and i were mysteriously transformed into hitmen...not musical hit songwriters and performers, but actual high-powered rifle totin' killers...it was unclear in the dream who our targets were...when i told Tom of my codeine fueled visions, he postulated that perhaps we were out to get all the "weekend warrior" bands who are more than happy to play for shit wages and some free drinks and drive down the fees of all the full-time players who are still trying to make a living in a profession that's hard even in the best of fiscal times...i'm certain that news stories of the past weeks burrowed into my brain and gave birth to these troubling images...it seems that almost every day in this country, a disturbed person picks up a gun and kills his or her own family, or an office or school full of people, or waits in ambush and shoots police officers who are in harm's way every time they roll out onto the streets of Anytown, USA...
...and yet i have friends and aquaintances who support the agenda that there is way too much gun control and a stable person should be able to own whatever sort of weapon they want, short of a nuclear device...perhaps if every gun shop in the country had a psychiatrist on staff to weed out the weirdos or maybe even a psychic to predict who might nut-out in a year or two when he catches his wife fucking the pool guy...neither of these things will happen...
...what will happen is that americans will continue to blast the guts and the life out of other americans in ever-increasing numbers and the hardcore guns rights advocates will continue in their attempt turn this country into an armed camp, each house a personal fortress, each person peering in paranoia through gun slots in iron plates where windows used to be...
Thursday, April 02, 2009
...several months back, i wrote a little piece here, riffing on the word "cowboy"...just that i thought it was funny word...didn't impune the job or character of the american cowboy or the argentinian gaucho for that matter, or of anyone in ranching or agri-business or any of the related fields...nonetheless, i took a good deal of heat for lampooning a sacred cow (pun intended)...
...well buckle in, boys and girls because this ride might get rougher than popping out of the chute on the back of a brahma bull that's just had 120 volts applied to his balls...tonight's topic is God...
...that is the most succinct name for a concept that has thousands of names, thousands of faces and yet is nameless and faceless...there is the loving god, the jealous god, the hairy thunderer and the soothing earth mother, gods of rain and wind and rock...there is probably somewhere in someone's theology a god of sensible footwear...a long time ago, somebody figured out that if the masses were told that there was this all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful invisible being judging every action, that said masses would be easier to control...and then civilizations the world over set about to codifying their mythologies in stone and parchment, coming up with a vast array of rules and regulations to live (and die) by...this is not to say that there are not good compassionate works done in the name of God... there are many; but i would submit that more people have been killed in the name of one god or another than have been killed for money...
...and that is a staggering, mind-numbing number...even the blind can see the misery, the deaf can hear the wailing that goes unheeded...trillions of dollars spent on bombs and mere pennies spent on bread, and we wonder why there are terrorists/freedom fighters who figure, "Fuck it, i have nothing left to lose"...and all the while we kneel and genuflect and rub our beads and face the east in prayer, the planet spins further and further into madness...
...if there is a supreme being in charge of all this, i think he, she or it has been on vacation for many millenia in some remote place, in some distant dimension, and left the loonies in control of the asylum...
...or we might just be on our own, to care for each other as best we can...
and thus far, we've done a piss poor job...
"you say you've lost your faith,
but that's not where it's at
you have no faith to lose
and you know it..."
Bob Dylan
...well buckle in, boys and girls because this ride might get rougher than popping out of the chute on the back of a brahma bull that's just had 120 volts applied to his balls...tonight's topic is God...
...that is the most succinct name for a concept that has thousands of names, thousands of faces and yet is nameless and faceless...there is the loving god, the jealous god, the hairy thunderer and the soothing earth mother, gods of rain and wind and rock...there is probably somewhere in someone's theology a god of sensible footwear...a long time ago, somebody figured out that if the masses were told that there was this all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful invisible being judging every action, that said masses would be easier to control...and then civilizations the world over set about to codifying their mythologies in stone and parchment, coming up with a vast array of rules and regulations to live (and die) by...this is not to say that there are not good compassionate works done in the name of God... there are many; but i would submit that more people have been killed in the name of one god or another than have been killed for money...
...and that is a staggering, mind-numbing number...even the blind can see the misery, the deaf can hear the wailing that goes unheeded...trillions of dollars spent on bombs and mere pennies spent on bread, and we wonder why there are terrorists/freedom fighters who figure, "Fuck it, i have nothing left to lose"...and all the while we kneel and genuflect and rub our beads and face the east in prayer, the planet spins further and further into madness...
...if there is a supreme being in charge of all this, i think he, she or it has been on vacation for many millenia in some remote place, in some distant dimension, and left the loonies in control of the asylum...
...or we might just be on our own, to care for each other as best we can...
and thus far, we've done a piss poor job...
"you say you've lost your faith,
but that's not where it's at
you have no faith to lose
and you know it..."
Bob Dylan
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