"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
Yesterday, on the walk to work here in Seattle, a black SUV cut me off as I was making my way down the sidewalk. Now, unless the vehicle is driven by an obviously old lady, if I have the right of way as a pedestrian and a vehicle gets so close in front of me that I can touch it, I will do one of two things:
a). I will kick the vehicle, or, b). I will punch the vehicle.
This one was so close I gave it a good punch, resulting in a satisfying thud. The SUV pulls around and stops. An asian lady in the passenger seat: "What the FUCK is your problem?" The man in the driver seat said nothing.
"I had right of way." I said, easily.
"We were waiting five minutes!" she said. I gave them the ole' east coast cup and squeeze the groin motion with the simultaneous smirk and turned and went on my way.
Ah, nothing like a nice shot of adrenaline to get you started in the morning . . .
"I've got a narrowly focused site collecting first-hand accounts of cancer patients and their loved ones in an open searchable listing. Most people leave their email addresses so its become a nexus for folks to get in touch with each other.
"Hoping you might find a way to mention it (hopefully as an example of what SHOULD be happening on the Net...I have repeatedly contacted Amer Cancer Society, OncolInk, Johns Hopkins, and all the other big cancer sites, and not only will they not link to me, they won't even setup something similar themselves)."
. . . I couldn't have said it better myself, Terry.
"Though the stress of remodeling can strain a relationship, Alexa the Tarotmancer and her husband, writer Tom Robbins, think it should be an adventure. But before you do it, Tom suggests that you 'go on a trip where it's hot and there is no air-conditioning and the rooms are tiny and the beds are hard and perhaps there is some guerilla activity.' After that, remodeling's a breeze. Go to our boards and tell us about how remodeling has affected your relationship."
on 5/16/01 8:00 PM, Cyber Corpse Editors at firstname.lastname@example.org wrote:
ANNOUNCING REVOLUTION NO. 9
Our incredibly beautiful and severe webmistress, Andrea Garland, has baptized this issue REVOLUTION NO. 9. It's true. In addition to absolutely revolting items such as Willie Smith's SPIDER FUCK story, this issue contains a whole new section called ZOUNDS! You can now hear zounds produced by composers especially for the Corpse, as well as illustrative cuts accompanying music reviews. ZOUNDS!, the brainchild of Mark Spitzer and Plamen Arnoudov, solicits original musical work! If you are a composer, send us a piece! In this mega-issue, which we originally wanted to call THE MEGA-CORPSE, there are also new works by ROBERT CREELEY and ROBERT BLY, part of our ongoing series, GREAT ROBERTS. Neither have we fallen short in BROKEN NEWS, as Martin A. Lee follows closely the creepy resurrection of the ROTTEN CORPSE OF FASCISM. Our indefatigable exotic travelers have outdone themselves breaking the laws of several uptight countries to bring excitement to our readers: you. The noisy, shady and beast-filled forest of fiction and poetry groans with Spring friskiness in this issue. It would be an insult to our many complex, profound, and insurgent writers to call their work a gush of Spring. Nonetheless, this is what this issue contains: SPRING GUSH.
( . . . Now, wouldn't you like email like this? Well, you can--sign up for it here.)
I'm not in this one . . . but I didn't submit to this one, either . . . I do have pieces in the past that were not accepted by the Corpse, and plan to present them here, eventually . . . one is called "B&W Movie."
3 pieces I might submit for #10:
Hey Zeus! - Notes for the Play
GIMME THEM BOOKS!!!
And, I only have the first 2 lines to the next one, which I've been working on now for several months:
"DEAR WORLD: NOT EVERYONE IN AMERICA IS AN ASSHOLE . . . "
" . . . before cushioned insoles and arch supports
there were feet that sank in rusted chains
backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even
Hilfiger . . . "
" . . . Jones wowed the audience and shed light on sexist laws in France, India, Israel, Japan, Jordan, Kenya, the United States and Uruguay. Jones sympathetically and powerfully portrayed women from these countries testifying before the United Nations about the need to change these laws, which focused on issues such as 'honor killings,' marital rape and female genital mutilation."
As if a little compassion ever necessitated such scorn?
Fark also likes to criticize Europe for it's voting the U.S. recently out of it's Human Rights seat, even though Amnesty International repeatedly gives the U.S. low marks on it's yearly international human rights report--Fark links to an article titled as 'Europe whines about America' and categorizes the very idea as 'asinine', calls Joe McCarthy a 'National Hero,' and endlessly recycles a joke he must have found in Milton Berle's Big Book O' Yuks: "France surrenders." Perhaps next Fark will regale us with the ever witty: "I just flew in, boy are my arms tired."
Confidential to Fark: If you're still thinking in terms of country versus country, you might as well be giving your teenage daughter a hoola hoop for her birthday and telling her it's the latest thing.
Well, what do ya know?--the opponents of Corporate Globalization (note: not just plain globalization)--also happen to organize primarily on the net--align meme-lines, not necessarily modes of action (btw, kudos to whoever thought up the teddy bear catapult idea) . . . One day, the avatars of pro-megalo-corporacy and anti-megalo-corporacy will meet in here and . . . ?
You know, I think in many ways retired New England schoolteacher and current co-proprietor Tom, of Beatty's Used Books down on Third in Seattle, really sez it best: hands outstretched, palms up, shoulders shrugging and eyebrows danglin': "It's their land." Meaning the Palestinians . . .
Fred Lapides recently linked to an article about Jews in New York City protesting the settlements, and I was also pleased to hear that even on NPR (National Pentagon Radio?), reports were surfacing that even in Israel the public support for the settlers was dwindling . . . Dr. Menlo: "Israeli 'settlers' are nothing more than obnoxious fundamentalist assholes, and you can tell them I said so."
"If I have an unusual gift, it is not that l draw particularly better or write particularly better than other people -I've never fooled myself of that. Rather, it's that I remember things other people don't recall: the sounds and feelings and images -the emotional quality of particular moments in childhood."
"I think children who are hugged, and children who are held on laps--nice, yummy laps--will always associate reading with the bodies of their parents.... When you not only hear a treasured story, but also are pressed against the most wonderful person in the world, a connection is made that cannot be severed."
Meet William Fields, who runs an impressive new blog which currently defies my descriptive ability . . . just go check it out.
(p.s.: If I was 6'2 I'd put my height under my picture, too, but I'm not so I won't. Let's just say I'm taller than Al Pacino . . . I need a new picture, too. I got mine in this little machine next to the Fred Myers at Broadway Market on Capitol Hill, where I presently reside . . . )
Of all of the people who are kind enough to send me nice words and links on a regular occasion, none are so prolific as Kevin Goheen, pictured here with his lovely wife, Becky (and Spot, left, plus Buck, right). Kevin, also known as "Kebbie," works as a union electrician hailing from the "Hoosier Riviera." Unfortunately, I am not as prolific as Kebbie and have not been able to keep up with all of his wonderful links, so here are the latest handful: