tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69697027805609909192024-03-13T11:26:40.311-06:00{fire breather}Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-60580457098304842112007-12-31T00:39:00.000-06:002007-12-31T00:40:38.193-06:00HeroesEveryone I look up to is better than me.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-7384905764457267652007-12-23T00:48:00.000-06:002007-12-23T00:50:25.894-06:00Late Night Quotations: Capitalism"I never knew a girl- I mean a woman- who believed in the capitalist system who was any kind of a good fuck."<br /><br />- <span style="font-style:italic;">Robert Anton Wilson</span> via George Dorn from "the Eye in the Pyramid"Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-83606988502355862222007-12-16T22:31:00.000-06:002007-12-16T22:34:41.536-06:00BreathMy breath is not my breath, but air.<br />My shit is not my shit, but food.<br />My body is not my body, but atoms, cells, and instructions.<br />My thoughts are not my thoughts, but time.<br />My movements are not my movements, but heat, electricity, and friction.<br />My life is not my life, but life.<br /><br />I am not nothing, I am everything. As is everything.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-32097307010273365192007-12-11T00:03:00.000-06:002007-12-11T00:05:59.233-06:00Late Night Quotations: Lovecraft<span style="font-style:italic;">"If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set fire to his clothing one night."<br /></span><br />-H.P. Lovecraft<br />from: <span style="font-style:italic;">Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family</span>.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-49515728023453232272007-12-08T21:23:00.000-06:002007-12-08T21:35:34.927-06:00Well Hello BrazilWow! I just got a comment! The first one in months! Oh gee, the internet is swell huh? People coming together, sharing their experiences; becoming more human through technology! Well what does this nice person have to say?<br /><br /><blockquote>Oi, achei seu blog pelo google está bem interessante gostei desse post. Gostaria de falar sobre o CrXXXXXet. O CrXXXXXet é um provedor de internet discada que remunera seus usuários pelo tempo conectado. Exatamente isso que você leu, estão pagando para você conectar. O provedor paga 20 centavos por hora de conexão discada com ligação local para mais de 2100 cidades do Brasil. O CrXXXXXet tem um acelerador de conexão, que deixa sua conexão até 10 vezes mais rápida. Quem utiliza banda larga pode lucrar também, basta se cadastrar no CresceNet e quando for dormir conectar por discada, é possível pagar a ADSL só com o dinheiro da discada. Nos horários de minuto único o gasto com telefone é mínimo e a remuneração do CrXXXXXet generosa. Se você quiser linkar o Cresce.Net(www.proXXXXXXscenet.com) no seu blog eu ficaria agradecido, até mais e sucesso. If is possible add the CrXXXXet(www.proXXXXXXscenet.com) in your blogroll, I thank. Good bye friend.</blockquote><br /><br />Wow I guess someone in Brazil is interested in my idle musings. Too bad I don't speak Portuguese. But wait! The internet does. Let's take a look at the translated version. <br /><br /><blockquote>Oi, I found its blog for google is well interesting I liked this post. It would like to speak on the CrXXXXXet. The CrXXXXXet is a dialed supplier of InterNet that remunerates its users for the hardwired time. Accurately this that you read, is paying you to connect. The paid supplier 20 cents for the moment of connection dialed with local linking for more than 2100 cities of Brazil. The CrXXXXXet has a connection accelerator, that leaves its faster connection up to 10 times. Who uses broad band can also profit, is enough to register in cadastre itself in the CrXXXXXet and when it will be to sleep to connect for dialed, it is possible to pay the ADSL alone with the money of the dialed one. In the schedules of only minute the expense with telephone is minimum and the remuneration of the generous CrXXXXXet. If you I to want to linkar CrXXXXXet(www.provXXXXXXXXenet.com) in its blog I would be been thankful, until more and success. If is possible add the CresceNet(www.proXXXXXXXXet.com) in your blogroll, I thank. Good bye friend.</blockquote><br /><br />Well great! I'm being fucking solicited! Thanks a bunch internet for getting me connected. This offer is just too good to be true, so I'm going to have to pass. But for the rest of you who just can't wait to copy and paste a message to me to coax me into buying something, don't bother waiting, I love it! Check back in a few weeks when my new site ePanHandler (www.epanhands.com) should be up and running. Until then, shop till you drop. Good bye Friend.<br /><br />NOTE: I obviously butchered the links to this too good to be true site, because it is just way, WAY too good to be true and I wouldn't want anyone to stumble willy-nilly into the best deal ever!Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-409170003540667022007-11-27T23:31:00.000-06:002007-11-27T23:35:01.618-06:00Size + NumbersThe problem is really just one of size and number. Who is to say that a car (even a hummer) is not as amazing, as awe inspiring, as a birds nest? In fact most human technology elicits disdain these days. But we just make to much. We have to much, and we are to large a species for it to go uncapped. Eliminate the poles of want and need and we shall find our situation fast improving.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-92018507582201687042007-11-09T14:09:00.000-06:002007-11-09T14:11:40.007-06:00Shit Talking the World Behind its Back: Truism Vs. Cholak Vs. Gauck<object data="http://youngteammanager.com/player/xspf_player_slim.swf?song_url=http://youngteammanager.com/web/audio/andyjake123.mp3&song_title=Shit Talking the World Behind its Back: Truism Vs. Cholak Vs. Gauck" width="450" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /></object><br/><br />A documented chat between myself and two of my closest friends. This is from nearly a year ago. Many of the frustrations are the same, many of the points still valid, many of the false assumptions still present. This is a far cry from the truth. It’s a far cry from coherent. What it is is an audio snapshot of a time in our lives when nothing is certain, and everything is oppositional. Right before you accept the fact that you can’t burn this Earth down.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-44827806706700792462007-11-07T00:14:00.000-06:002007-11-07T00:15:37.638-06:00the Heartbeat of Human History"It is history what makes a human; not a heartbeat."<br /><br />To the best of my knowledge, this is a quote from myself, from earlier this evening.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-84374889143350996992007-11-05T19:48:00.000-06:002007-11-05T20:03:38.106-06:00In a Wolf's EyeWolf Eyes Part 1<br /><object data="http://youngteammanager.com/player/xspf_player_slim.swf?song_url=http://youngteammanager.com/web/audio/wolfeyes1.mp3&song_title=Wolf Eyes Part 1" width="450" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /></object><br/><br />Wolf Eyes Part 2<br /><object data="http://youngteammanager.com/player/xspf_player_slim.swf?song_url=http://youngteammanager.com/web/audio/wolfeyes2.mp3&song_title=Wolf Eyes Part 2" width="450" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /></object><br/><br />This interview with the band Wolf Eyes is all the way back from last November, but I never really put it up. It was my opinion that nothing terribly interesting came of it, but I guess some people might be interested in this stuff. Noise rock is still kind of the hot ticket around town, although fun and dance is making a comeback. I'm personally not very enthusiastic about either iteration of self-indulgence, but hey, whatever makes you sweat right?<br /><br />The band was fun to chat with though, and the Article was eventually published in last year's <a href="http://www.staythirstymedia.com/1206media/HTML/1206wolfeyes.html">December issue of Thirsty</a>. They have some video up to go along with the article.<br /><br />Here's what I had to say at the time:<br /><blockquote>In the future all anyone will listen to is extreme noise music. This is, of course, if the future ends up anything like Neal Stephenson's book "Snow Crash."<br /><br />Until the other night I would have found a future filled with personal nuclear devices, deliverators, metaverses, and extreme noise pop the work of mere fantasy, but thanks to Second Life and Wolf Eyes, Snow Crash might not be so far off the mark after all. We're still a far cry from 13 year olds sof the future helving their equivalent Justin Timberlakes and Maria Carreys , but the disenchanted twenty somethings have found their new fix.<br /><br />It's strange to catch such a clear glimpse. Wolf Eyes finished up their latest US Tour with Sub Pop Records last month at the Empty Bottle. The usual band of black enshrouded youths came out to see the show, but the people who turn out to Wolf Eyes are different than you might expect.<br /><br />How can you do better than one type of music that apparently satiates all urges simultaneously? I have never seen so many reactions to music (you know, dancing) in one place, and I was at the 1993 Indianapolis Culture Fest baby! There was: headbanging, moshing, booty-shaking, struttin, the new-wave shake, pogoing, convulsions, you name it, it was happening to the tune of squeeling feedback, pounding bass, and hemorrhaging screams.<br /><br />Talk to Wolf Eyes about it and they will just tell you they do what they do. Maybe that is what it will take to propel us into the future; everyone just doing what they do, and pouring their guts into it.</blockquote><br /><br />I still feel pretty much the same way about it. So you know, that past has been revised slightly. If you care, it's your own problem. The re-re-re-released Blade Runner didn't they?Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-66558233803167930602007-11-04T22:09:00.000-06:002007-11-04T22:15:39.460-06:00Public SexSo I've come to terms with something. This isn't about anything. This isn't the truth, and this isn't life. I'm just making public an ongoing argument I'm having with myself. An argument that will never be over, because I will never win, and I will never know what I'm talking about. I am look forward to knowing less though. Tune in or out at your leisure. I'll be around cursing myself to the high heavens; trying to milk the necessary inspiration from the cracks of the Earth so I can go on living. The only advice I will ever give is this: find out what makes you want to live. That is all. If you never find it, well then you'll be dead soon anyway, and you can stop fretting. Good night.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-5456279894345252182007-11-01T13:09:00.000-06:002007-11-01T13:23:57.412-06:00Our Little EffortsIt's funny to me, the little attempts us "bloggers" make to keep our sites going. To keep getting "pinged", and keep accumulating those page hits. We're just junkies for recognition. Some of us/ them/ whatever have a real voice, but the rest of us are busy expending our energy on something that doesn't amount to any more than hanging around a big fucking water cooler. For some of us, the pay off is even less direct than that, because some of us (like me) can go for years and not hear a single damn thing from a single damn soul. The fact is that most of us are just floating around in the dark; clueless as to how to approach honesty, or truth, or accurately convey even our own desires. Is this for anyone, or just for us? Does it help us sleep at night, or it is just another manifestation of one of humanities most pronounced manias: to be connected. There is also the compulsive element of tracking the page hits as they come in. The sense of accomplishment we feel when 6 people in one day stumbled through our URL; which says nothing to the extent that they actually read, or thought about anything we had to say. They were just here. Customers walking into your store (as many as 5 in a day) but none of them buying a damn thing. It's like self-validating by bumping into people on the street. I say all of this now because I look back at my own little corner of the increasingly broad, complex, and angular internet, and I just see an attempt to milk relevance. The last month has been filler. Plain and simple. I'm a cad. I'm a coward. Or maybe I have been thinking, but I haven't felt that any other part of existence need have anything to do with me. That's how it is, right? We're all in this alone, and no blog, no zine, no book, no record, will pull us out of our own voids. I don't know what I am doing, or why at this point, but energy is flaking off of me daily, and sometimes it might take the form of words. WORDS...Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-48435792245410808462007-11-01T09:22:00.000-06:002007-11-01T09:42:55.947-06:00Crispin Glover is Fine, Everything is Fine!<object data="http://youngteammanager.com/player/xspf_player_slim.swf?song_url=http://youngteammanager.com/web/audio/crispiyinterview.mp3&song_title=Crispin Glover is Fine, Everything is Fine!" width="450" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /></object><br/><br />Second Interview I’ve conducted with Crispin Glover. This one following the viewing of the second film of his “It Trilogy, “It is Fine, Everything is Fine!”<br /><br />The screenplay was written, and the film stars the late Steven C. Stewart, who was afflicted with cerebral palsy. He wrote himself into somewhat of a fantasy where he indulges a hair fetish, graphic sex, and murder. An incredibly challenging film to watch, but one that is very rewarding because it presupposes that the audience is capable of dealing with complex issues and emotions.<br /><br />An even more thorough report can be found at <a href="http://staythirstymedia.com">Thirsty Media</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://firebreatherzine.blogspot.com/2007/01/fire-breathing-firebreather-now-in.html">Link to older interview with Crispin about his first film, "What is It?"</a>Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-88814599182380446332007-11-01T00:23:00.000-06:002007-11-01T00:24:52.653-06:00Late Night Quotations: Poetry"A poem must be a debacle of the intellect. It cannot be anything but."<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">Andre' Breton</span>Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-90566638700557116052007-10-14T22:19:00.000-06:002007-10-14T22:20:45.423-06:00RingsI can tell 'cause you look confused. (place ad here)Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-24116251812244103322007-10-11T23:30:00.000-06:002007-10-11T23:32:17.128-06:00Late Night Quotations: Film“Very often, footage that you have shot develops its own dynamic, it's own life, that is totally unexpected, and moves away from you're original intentions. And you have to acknowledge, yes, there is a child growing and developing and moving in a direction that isn't expected-accept it as it is and let it develop its own life.”<br /><br />“For such an advanced civilization as ours to be without images that are adequate to it is as serious a defect as being without memory.”<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">Werner Herzog</span>Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-76351792262777918072007-10-04T13:33:00.000-06:002007-10-04T13:35:29.091-06:00The WorstThe worst fate that can presently befall us is the opening of those silos, and the launching of those bombs. But wont that be exciting?Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-9922152226876435532007-10-01T21:25:00.000-06:002007-10-01T23:23:58.480-06:00Late Night Quotations: Fear"I, a stranger and afraid in a world I never made."<br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">A.E. Housman</span><br /><br />In celebration of October, see my post on <a href="http://rotovator.net">Rotovator</a> on <a href="http://rotovatornet.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-short-horror-stories-ive-found-so.html">the Best Horror Stories I've Read</a>. Good Night.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-52681362532320675362007-09-28T00:53:00.000-06:002007-09-28T01:01:31.773-06:00Late Night Quotations: Pere Ubu"Pere Ubu is not now nor has it ever been a viable commercial venture. We won't sleep on floors, we won't tour endlessly and we're embarrassed by self-promotion. Add to that a laissez-faire attitude to the mechanics of career advancement and a demanding artistic agenda and you've got a recipe for real failure. That has been our one significant success to this date: we are the longest-lasting, most disastrous commercial outfit to ever appear in rock 'n' roll. No one can come close to matching our loss to longevity ratio."<br /><br />–<span style="font-style:italic;">David Thomas</span> of Pere Ubu.<br />(because I just saw them live and they were great.)Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-71163664461125508772007-09-26T23:26:00.002-06:002007-09-26T23:31:39.260-06:00Late Night Quotations: DaDA"Each page ought to explode, either from deep and weighty seriousness, a whirlwind, dizziness, the new, or the eternal, from its crushing humor, the enthusiasm, of principles, or its typographical appearance. Here is a tottering world fleeing, future spouse of the bells of the infernal scale, and here on the other side: new men. Harsh, leaping, riders of hiccups. Hare are the mutilated wold and the literary medicine men with a passion for improvement."<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">Tristan Tzara</span>, Dada Manifesto.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-62141766386235310452007-09-26T23:26:00.001-06:002007-09-26T23:26:26.773-06:00Construction WorkerApologies dear reader. The ass I have been putting into this as of late is half at best. Amazing how quickly we have become so ensnared by the internet. (An hour later) I wasn't even two sentences into this when was swept away by the current. I've just now resurfaced after watching an hour of John Stewart videos. The point is, I have dozens and dozens of books at my fingertips. I have dozens of projects sitting on my desk and in my head that I haven't done. It was a beautiful day outside today, and I have a lot of good friends that live in the same apartment or next door to me. We're so afraid of not having enough time to do everything that we do nothing. Remember our imaginations? Weren't those great? Remember when we could think up, and then execute things because we didn't care. There were no consequences. And most of the things I want to do right now at this very moment have no consequences. They don't cost anything, and they would be very good things to have done. I resent the fact that my brain has changed. I resent that it isn't as plastic as it used to be. I resent the fact that real learning takes effort. I resent the fact that unless I really watch myself, I can fall effortlessly into an hour of fluff. I resent that I spend days with nothing to show or remember from them. Not that we don't need to work at things, and practice skills, and get smarter, and better, but I don't think I even accomplish that most days. What do I remember today? I remember that I got some groceries. I remember I spent a bunch of time trying to track down some old Fela Kuti records. I watched a video of an emotive robot begging not to be shut off. But so fucking what!?! It was interesting, but what the hell can I do with that? There are two things we can do with information. We can use it to make different, more complex information, or when can use it to give us an idea of how to use that information.Bricks and blueprints. I want to be a construction worker. I want to build things with my mind. So I should probably get off my fucking computer and do some of those things. See you.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-61162611250880047082007-09-20T23:36:00.000-06:002007-09-20T23:38:38.417-06:00Late Night Quotations: Meaningless"Even a meaningless universe has meaning. Accept that and everything makes a new kind of sense."<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">JG Ballard</span>Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-953465046603300382007-09-16T15:30:00.001-06:002007-09-16T15:31:19.630-06:00Midday Quotations: Poetry"If you've lived this long, it's because you've squashed any poetry you had in you."<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">Celine</span>. Journey to the End of the Night.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-64011821374027311892007-09-12T10:38:00.001-06:002007-09-12T10:39:31.804-06:00Late Night Quotations: Laziness"Laziness is almost as compelling as life."<br /><br />-<span style="font-style:italic;">Celine</span>, Journey to the End of the NightAl Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-50334984769709873582007-09-10T16:49:00.000-06:002007-09-10T17:03:36.410-06:00Our God Our AdSo we're a generation of lazy kids, with bad jobs, who are all moving back in to our parents basements. We value little above being momentarily entertained. We can't focus for long enough to finish a book let alone a three minute song. We can't do any one thing without at least three others blinking, tinking, and whirring away in the background.<br /><br />Was there any thought given to the environment we were raised in? Has our parent generation considered the fact that they let the foxes into the hen house, and we are the result of a generation raised by advertisements. We have spent the entirety of our lives being bombarded with images, all promising happiness through consumption. A culture where the best that we can aspire to be is an entertainer or, better yet, entertained. A substance free zone where the content of everything amounts to it's dollar value, and the viability of an idea rests on it's ratings.<br /><br />We are not victims, we are products. This is what happens when you've taken in more visuals by your twenty first birthday than your grandparents did in their entire lifetime. Advertising is our religion. It feeds us all. Clothes us. Surrounds us. Newspapers, magazines, BLOGS, run on advertising money. Everything we know, we know because of advertising. Our truth is sold to us. Our reality is motivated by profit.<br /><br />So where does that leave ideas? Was Hitler just wrong because he fought a war for ideals, and US right because we now fight a war for profit. The current Iraq War is the most privatized war in the history of warfare. A lot of people are making a lot of money off this stuff. It's not a conspiracy, it's business. There is no agenda beyond profit. There is no truth but the ad.<br /><br />And we've been conditioned our whole lives to believe in the ad. We bought it when Optimus Prime told us to, and we bought it when Bush did. We had better whip up some awareness and analysis fast before we buy our own destruction.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969702780560990919.post-39260908803650016362007-09-05T09:17:00.000-06:002007-09-05T09:23:43.638-06:00a billionA billion blades of grass and all it ever occurs to me to do is lie in it, sit on it, and whistle. Well that just won't cut it anymore. If you're too scared to call yourself an artist, it's probably because you aren't one! You're a human being. And human beings can be all sorts of things can't they? A billion human beings and all it ever occurs to me to do is be an artist.Al Truismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005949601749009929noreply@blogger.com0