"Man oh man, 'Dr. Menlo.' Now there's an alternative blog. Kindness to animals, Seattle anarchists, nudism galore, SubGenius, anti-Bush black propaganda, jeez louise, Doc, that thing sure is happenin'." --Bruce Sterling, Schism Matrix
by kirsten anderson Kirsten invented and runs the best art galleries in Seattle: the Roq la Rue and BLVD Gallery. abuddhas memes by tony tross Tony chases Eris and his own personal Buddha-kin from the icy outer reaches of the Yukon.
"Ye fucking gods!! Are you nuts!? Those Jesuit bastards will eat you alive!" --Hunter S. Thompson, to me, circa '93
I almost met Shepard last September . . . he was gonna be at Houston's for a friend's opening, but for some reason I thought it was later in the month and missed it . . . which I really regret because I think it goes without saying that Shepard Fairey is the most important street artist since Keith Haring.
Here is a Houston link courtesy of gmtPlus9 . . . Andrew Abb probably knows more about American and Global culture than I know my own shoe size . . .
. . . which is interesting because a med student at Georgetown told me that way back in '93. He said that there was a receptor in our brains which readily accepted THC, so our own bodies must produce something very similar to it. Of course, he told me this whilst we were both practicing the ancient art of the bong ceremony . . .
"The 'Strawman' fallacy consists of creating a flimsy caricature of your opponents view, and then demolishing it, rather than arguing against your opponents actual views. It is overwhelmingly the favorite approach of the corporate media in dismissing the movement against neoliberalism and corporate globalization. Thus, The Strawman's Revenge."
I always preferred the Marx Bros. to the 3 Stooges. My fav Marx Bros. movie is "A Night At The Opera." I must have watched it about 5 times before I heard what is now one of my favorite lines--Groucho is going into the elevator and the elevator doorman sez to him, "Nice day, huh?" To which Groucho replies: "It has it's points." That line has never lost it's laugh-luster for me. I laughed just now at least a couple times while typing it down . . .
"I would love to tell you my story. Ever since I heard about the Naked Mile in high school, I have been dying to do it. I thought it would be so fun to just go run in the buff, plus it would be a great story to tell your grandkids, you know?
"If any book changed my life it was Writers in Revolt, the anthology he coedited in 1962 with Alexander Trocchi and Richard Seaver—Burroughs, Ginsberg, Artaud, Céline, Genet, Sade, Beckett, Gaddis, Selby, Malaparte—which I found, when I was in seventh grade, on the blameless shelves of my local public library."
That book had a similar effect on me. (I found this treasure at Beatty's Books on Third, btw . . . Remember, kids, real lovers of books don't do borders or b&n . . . )
"The Blood of a Wig" is one of my top ten favorite short stories of all time.
"In 1998, Arpad Pusztai, a researcher at Rowett Research Institute in Aberdeen, Scotland, preformed the first independent non-industry sponsored study analyzing genetically engineered food and its effects on mammals. The study had been undertaken to determine whether or not the spliced genes themselves could be damaging to the mammal ingesting them. However, preliminary data from the study suggests something even more startling. The actual process of genetic alteration itself may cause damage to the mammalian digestive and immune systems.
"Pusztai's study found that rats fed transgenic potatoes (artificially bioengineered to include a gene from another species) showed evidence of organ damage, thickening of the small intestine, and poor brain development."
"Right now people are being killed because of oil, communities are being wiped out because of oil. We have a responsibility for tomorrow, we have a responsibility for the present, we are crying out yet the world seems not to understand. We are dying every day, we have been impacted, every minute by the fact that oil has to come to the U.S., oil has to come to Europe."--Nigerian Activist Oronto Douglas
YOU DIDN'T REALLY THINK THAT DR. MENLO would back down from a big corporation, did you?
I'm Dr. Menlo, man.
Protector of the Word.
The Word, she said: The Word that made You Be. That Word that will set you free. And for some of those, like Margot Sinclair Savell of Cox Interactive, the Word shall smite you down.
Let me hasten to explore the cavernous difference between corporate and human portals: corporate portals defy spunk--they are hideous, corporeal, and bland.
Human portals, on the other hand, provide a one-on-one connection that is vital to developing the much-needed humanist relationship within the cold, spectral stare of this technological delight.
"Giant Internet portals are struggling."
THE REIGN OF CORPORATE PORTALS IS OVER.VIVA LA DEEP WEB!
Cue the Roni Size:::
In case you didn't notice it, Craig Jensen of BookNotes was kind enough a couple of Mondays ago to publish my response to a letter from Joe Hill raconteur Fred Lapides, about the possibility of the small handful of progressive blogs on the net to gather together into some sort of synergistic alliance. (In it, I propose a volunteer ALL STAR BLOGGER group weblog dedicated to pushing out SF writer Bruce Sterling's Viridian Green Meme.)
But also in that letter I brought up the oft-mentioned metaphor of the global brain and the internet . . . I think it was via FMH that someone talking about this was quoted, but she proffered that the websites were the neurons, whereas I think that the users are the neurons, and the websites are the Meta-Neurons. The brains, after all, create the web and keep it strong--I think they at least deserve the status of neuron in this metaphoric brain.
Now, if corporations can't control the traffic on the web, they can't control the wiring of it. Good news: the corporations cannot control the traffic on the web--not yet anyway. The web will grow more powerful than the corporation, and will eventually swallow it--so let it be written, so let it be said. There, I said it, too.
So anyway, if this new global brain really does self-wire (it does, it is), do you really think that, if the people of the world had a choice (they do), that after going to places like this, they would still want to start out from a place like this?
The web has soul.
Not physically, but projected. Not a soul, but soul. By all of us. Through all of us. It cannot be contained.
This site, i.e., has no soul; it is vague, vacuous, and stupid. There is obviously no brain behind it. My short experience on this site's site well bore this out. Their leader inspires a certain mind-numbingness and vapidity of spirit which is really not the kind of charisma you need to build that all-essential site.
Corporations have no soul, and they can't even fake it.
When people come home after spending most of their time in the cold, remorseless grip of the corporate playland that is presently terrorizing America and the world, last thing you want to do is soak in some more of that icy, humanless doom.
Now, I hope you are still thinking about suing me Margot, and that all that just wasn't uninformed blather. Although, very likely you were just talking trash when you got that email, acting just as a bullyish, thickheaded corporate daemon is wont to do . . . and the Cox legal team is scratching it's head saying, 'No, no, we can't sue this guy--for what? On what grounds? It would only end up shooting us in the foot.' (if they're smart) . . . or, the legal team is also imbued with the corporate hive mentality and wants to come get me.
In which case I say come get me--what a wonderful way to publicly argue the merits of human portals versus corporate portals. Why don't you just take on the free speech rights of a little-known writer with some promising literary roots? Who is proud to be a valued member of such an avant-garde net community . . . notable authors will come to my aid. People will be looking at your big corporate ugly ass like the Censoring Wannabe it IS (altho usually only confined within your newsrooms). Thousands more web viewers will flock to my site to see what all the fuss is about. And do you really think, that once they go here, they'll actually want to go back to going there?
I am working on my extended portrayal of my last dotcom experience (my coda to the scheme)--now so much better inspired, thank you Margot--entitled, "The Facts, the 'Poon, and the Mad, Mad Spree." Telling the facts is not illegal (part one), neither is the fine art of the lampoon (two); and part three will be a certain author-emulatin' mix-up. Intercut with commentary and pics on the present state of the present corporate oligarchy (media division), with help from such media critic-luminaries as Robert McChesney, FAIR, Noam Chomsy, Ben Bagdikian, Adbusters and more.
Meanwhile, visual weblogging will continue: Expect new memes, and a potentially rocky flow ahead. Spread the word. Menlo out.
LET ME MAKE SOMETHING abundantly clear: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a threat to society. In person, I am mild-mannered and gentle. I am not crazy; in fact, I am quite sane. Yet because of the last post someone has been dispatched to my house to retrieve my security card for the aforementioned corp., as if I was planning to go twenty miles within it's vicinity! Much less do something stupid with it! Please! Let me repeat: I am not crazy--that card will NEVER be used by me again, and it will be turned in post-haste! Tomorrow morning! Additionally, I have been threatened with a LAWSUIT. For what? For saying I found someone detestable? For saying I thought their company was nowhere? What if I was a Wall St. analyst and I said I thought a certain stock wouldn't do well--is that slander? I did not threaten to give away any company "secrets"--I don't know any! I had a bad experience with a temp job, and decided to write about it! I'M A WRITER. Is that a crime? I never signed a disclosure agreement, like those folk over at Amazon (I worked there their first year, btw) . . . until I figure this out, let me tell you what I will do--I will make the names of the last post fake. And then I'm going to write the whole story and find someone to publish it who has heard of a little something called FREE SPEECH (presently tenuous in America; thus, the point). I will research the law. I will contact ACLU. And if I have to work at fucking LABORREADY for minimum wage like I did five years ago pushing shovels around I will do it. Because big-ass corporations who bully around the little guy just because they SAY something they don't like can kiss my ass. Goliath, hear me roar . . . with my PEN, Big Guy, with MY PEN . . .
Dear Missus Bojangles, I want you to know that via my short time @ corporateahole.com, I found your behavior and personality to be quite detestable--but more importantly, I wanted to give you my personal url so you can read my story about my two weeks there when I publish it on my website:
The only reason your website is still around is because it is being propped up by that Corporate Giant XXX. Let's not beat around the bush. If it were a private venture, your dotcom would have long ago sunk like the hideous ballast it is. You and your corporation do not know more about the net than I do, and what's more, my website kicks your website's ass.
Now, let me get to that story . . . "Missus Bojangles was . . . " (I'm reaching for the thesaurus to find synonyms for the word 'troll') . . . Come to think of it, I will publish this very letter as a prelude to my story tentatively titled "Fear and Loathing at Corporate Ahole.com," and you can just wait for the rest.
Dr. Menlo International Art Machine Central Labs, Seattle http://www.drmenlo.com/ firstname.lastname@example.org
Notice this cop's tongue placed outside of his mouth as he aims at a man who is walking away.
You know how all those propagandists over at New Republic (Plastic bro) and the Economist et al. always say how the people of these third world countries aren't protesting corporate globalism? That it's just the middle-class, American white kids who are protesting for them, but who don't really know what the hell they're doing? Nobody is paying these Indonesian kids to carry these signs and march with so much passion against the IMF. Solidarity.
Big man to carry a girl in a head-lock. Maybe he thinks she might secretly be Aeon Flux.
These signs say "Father, how much do I owe to the IMF?", left, and "Father, how much do I owe to the World Bank?"
Venezuelans perform skit against corporate-globalism.
I can't even begin to show all of the cities in the world that took part in today's May Day anti-corporate-globalization demonstrations. You won't hear much about these amazing global displays of anti-megalocorporate moxie from the American media. They will not even broach the subject without throwing in the word "violence" somewhere.