All are welcome. No dirty Metaphysical Cotton Candy on premises.

Buy more trash or watch the rabbit-hat get crushed. Help the shiney wealth magicians Magic money talkboys

The awful movie staring the fictional wealth economy vs the real one that benefits people who actually work, is getting better ratings the shittier the film gets. Did you see QE1? Oh fuck I did! Tom Boob and Alexa Busbama. Oh that dress, and the part where the Zombies kissed on a burning boat in the Potomac? Oh Fuck!  I bought $100 in twizzlers fantasizing on who to vote for come ‘The People’s Choice Awards,’ night on the Sofa of the Real.

One might think that someone; I don’t know—say a putatively ‘socialist’ president super-hawk, you know that chimera out there with the nice blue tie, instead of red—-would push infrastructure bonds that put people to work, circulate money, boost economic activity, and strengthen growth. No, no, no…. More MBS purchases please! Yummy! Super new plot twist in the 3D version of QE4! These value meal trash purchases by the FED to help to piggy-tummy the bank accounts of the well suited bores with all the connections, who created the financial crisis while doing jack for the economy, are all the rage again once the Dow loses a kazillion points because someone announces that maybe the game has to get packed up as the baby is about to the shit the house. All these jack-in-the-holes are playing the rig-rig game for the usual pocketful of super rich and their worshipers. who’ve done nothing to deserve their wealth except be born, while hard working people are lectured about ‘entitlements.’

Hey! Here’s another idea. I think GW Bush borrowed this one from someone, and the corporate Dems love it, but would put it slightly differently so as to mummify dissent nicely: How’s about we privatize everyone’s retirement accounts—social security and the rest! Do it now, before we all find out how much money they’re going to spend filming QE5 (The revenge!) God, I just love hearing box office gross news from journalists on the TV, while I’m wondering if I’m going to have enough money to pay my child support, or my electric bill after this weeks paycheck. It’s so easy to get obsessed about such things, or be tickled by such news, just like hearing about the latest sports contract! Man, livin’ the dream vicariously, and pretending that shit around here is just pure meretricious; that’s the scoop! Charge up my denial, and give me some free pills, and credit reports bub.

Yes! Long live this land, highjacked by those that clearly live in a very different USA than you or I, or….

Do you really want to know why the Fed isn’t going to end QE? Here’s how Nomura’s chief economist Bob Janjuah summed it up:

“I want to remind readers of a message that may be buried in the past: When QE1 ended, the S&P 500 fell just under 20% in a roughly three-month period before the QE2 recovery.

When the QE2 ended, the S&P 500 fell about 20% in a three-month period before the next Fed-inspired bounce (aided by the ECB). QE3 is ending this month…”

Is that why the Fed started jawboning QE4, to avoid the inevitable 20 percent correction?

Out of Ebola Toy Luck?

This is just a snippet from an AFP story (10-18-14)

US company sells out of Ebola toys

18 Oct 2014
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Colorized transmission electron micrograph (TEM) obtained March 24, 2014 from the Centers for Disease Control(CDC) in Atlanta, Georgia, shows the ultrastructural morphology of an Ebola virus virion

They might look tasteless, but satisfied customers dub them cute and adorable. Ebola-themed toys have proved such a hit that one US-based company has sold out.

The website of Giant Microbes advertises three Ebola toys as a “uniquely contagious gag gift” that can help you “learn all about this fearsome frontpage disease.”

A “great teaching tool for students of all ages,” the company boasts.

But eager customers are out of luck — the toys have sold out.

"Out of stock," said the website on Friday, under a five-star rating based on 10 reviews for a stuffed toy called "Ebola," which retails at $9.95.

Dat Rosa Mel Apibus

I’ve recently returned to an album I picked up in 2006 by the band White Magic. The album in question is called ‘Dat Rosa Mel Apibus’—-and yes, you’re right; it means ‘The Rose Gives the Bee honey.’ It is a metaphor for hard work, and to return home after a day of brain fatiguing mindlessness-as-work, mixed in with bits of chasing—-coddling, coordinating, hustling, and running about. It’s a great respite from hard work, and will remove you from your time, and the little balding blades that swish through some of the minutes.

The music is the work of Mira Billotte, and Doug Shaw. The drumming marshals your soul into a more salubrious place, keeping intuitively in lock with the vocals which one is hard pressed to not fall into as a well with a smart ass rabbit dangling a lost cherished memory, or your drug of choice that is hard to come by.

The corridors of this music are long, and resonant with Miss Billotte’s beautiful voice. Her voice has a cold quality that does not leave you cold, but rather refreshed, as she explores a sea-shanty one tune, only to ensorcell one with another tune which tells of a quest to find the lost perfume among the palm and wine. This album (4 vinyl records) is beautifully designed with a fat rose beckoning over a dark background, and just beneath pale gold geometric patterns.


Punch through the superficies!

Here is ‘Song of Solomon’——with it’s fiery rings of vocal playfulness, and that wonderful change about a minute in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iow9zIeESCQ

“There is no time to waste on hairsplitting over infringement of liberties.

One of my favorite political writers and thinkers, and a man I was fortunate to talk to on a few occasions—-Alexander Cockburn——— used to say that you can only take the ruling class off-guard once every decade or so before they rearm and escalate their techniques of political repression. I use to think, and Alex gently would shake his head, or send me a gentle riposte via email—-to have me more deeply self-examine my thoughts. I use to think that the ruling class did not need to further militarize our police force, except for the occasional uprising because of some particularly heinous crime (Think Trayvon Martin most recently.) Well, Posse Comitatus out the fucking window!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posse_Comitatus_Act

You look into it, review your history, hit the books that don’t play it safe bt say it true, and you learn: In truth, the police have always been militarized. In 1914, local cops, private security forces and the National Guard, acting to defend the riches of John D. Rockefeller, opened fire with machine guns on striking coal miners and their families in Ludlow, Colorado, killing 26 people, including two women and eleven children. The weapon of choice for the paramilitaries at Ludlow was the Gatling Gun. Lot’s of holes in the bodies of citizens they make.

In the fall of 1919, the federal Department of Justice unleashed raids on Russian immigrants, unionists, and suspected anarchists across the United States under orders from Attorney General A. Mitchell Palmer. Armed with automatic weapons, Palmer’s men, lead by the young J. Edgar Hoover, swept up more than 10,000 people in dozens of violent raids. These savage actions were heartily endorsed at the time by the Washington Post, then a leading purveyor of Bolshevik fear-mongering, which impatiently noted: “There is no time to waste on hairsplitting over infringement of liberties.” Where have we heard that recently?


I’ve been playing my ‘The Great Unwashed’ freshly pressed vinyl release often since it came in the mail last week. My modest 30 leg raises exercise never felt so easy to work at while this platter painted the cooling air of my living room with the great off-odd-clear-clack-swing tunes of the album.

“The Great Unwashed,’ are The Kilgour brothers from the great NZ band ‘The Clean.’ “Clean out of Minds,” was recorded, and first issued in early 80’s, while the brothers took a break from the band. The Clean is a legendary band (particularly in NZ/AU)—and little pockets elsewhere, that helped elevate small and wonderful NZ label ‘Flying Nun,’ to be the most successful independent label in that small but strong nation.

This video encourages me to demand the sort of entertainment that will pick my spirits up if I should ever have to hide in a cafeteria, jammed in the bowels of a space station, back in time—or in the future. How wonderful it would be to walk along a long hallway, a clear tube taking you through the darkness of space to the cafeteria, where the band played their red Kiwi hearts out, pale visages a-sweat under glowing blues, and popping green lights.

For lovers of high & strange energy that puzzles as it rocks with infectiously askew push, detonating slow gallops of song movement; I suggest picking up a copy of ‘Clean out of our Minds.’ I suppose I could lament how this album is woefully under-appreciated, but hey, that’s the way it went, and the future? Ah? I don’t know. Maybe their is another universe where this album gained a bigger listener-ship, where kids or other people, who think they seek out something new and different, but just end up playing the same 6 albums over and over again (one time sort of underground maybe…) realize their fooling themselves, and really dig into the blue out-there.

I do hope that those that seek out some of the songs get to appreciate the album as a unit, or fly out to the South Island of New Zealand, and feel the world in your teeth and tongue from that position of the Earth. I would like to! I plan on writing a piece about this off-shoot band in the coming Months for ‘Perfect Sound Forever,’ so stay tuned for that.

Today, the unwillingness of the Arab States and Turkey that border Mesopotamia to commit ground forces to fight the Islamic State makes matters worse. It means that Americans will spend billions of dollars to kill thugs in pickup trucks and bounce rubble for months, even years with doubtful effect.
Col. DOUGLAS MACGREGOR

 

Col. DOUGLAS MACGREGOR

Am I resigned to this happening? Sadly, yes. Colonel Macgregor say’s it true.  Lib-hawk smooth talkers and the usual bellicose bands from along the political spectrum can’t say no to this cruel waste of resources—to this sort of violence and all its shitty impunity, collateral damage, false or not so false— sense of geo-political-economic control it fosters. So much moral self-bamboozling that goes along with creating monsters, nurturing their scions, despite intentions, or?

'That Doubtful effect' part—-makes the war chest spigot sing gaily, but will require nice speaking hawk-liberals to rise up their staid, and concentrated rhetoric game, so as not to be outdone by their more itchy-tighter-fist-hugging rivals, while securing the game continues at this sweet ching-ching rate of attrition bounty. I do agree with the Colonel that:

"Americans will have to demand a national military strategy that focuses on protecting Americans, American territory, and core American commercial interests rather than attempts to breathe new life into the comatose body of failed American military interventions that litter the Eastern Hemisphere."


Detail of a Matthew Pillsbury Photograph I snapped at Benurubi Gallery
 Pillsbury’s show (Titled— Tokyo) is currently being exhibited at The Benrubi Gallery in Manhattan (get there before closing on Oct 25th!) All the photos are long-exposure shots that only use existing light (I wonder how God made his photographs——not to confuse the almighty creator with a French born photographer, just speculating for the fuzz & tickle of it.)
Spending a lot of time festooning myself in these shots on the 13th floor of a building after coming in from a long sunny day walking in city with tourists clicking away on their cameras, catapulted me into wide reveries that flaked my heart into many little streams of white flowers and gold. Photos such as Hanami #5 put me in the mind of Sans Soleil (the cinematic work of defluffed Proustian prowess that often has us looking deeply into Japan, by film maker Chris Marker.) One could see these PIllsbury photos as fast-forwarded-in-time images easily inserted in Marker’s 1983 film, lending themselves to his powerfully poetic commentary on among other things: the strange co-existence and interaction of super-over-saturated pop culture co-existing cheek-by-jowl with the reverence of ancient places of worship, or the powerful allure of technology. Many of the photos on view have shorter exposures, but are still focused on people, and the passing of time. There is certainly more attention paid to the obsession of gadgets, and the sad flimsy obsession with capturing moments converted into the unfortifying porridge of dawdled-cipher-snapping into the pale geisha white of impalpability. 

What? You mean….Alienation…atomization….dah-dah-doo…hashtag—-understood?
 
But seriously; please see the show with someone you like to be with. 
This post was brought to you buy people holding hands in the elevator in a quiet way.

Detail of a Matthew Pillsbury Photograph I snapped at Benurubi Gallery


Pillsbury’s show (Titled— Tokyo) is currently being exhibited at The Benrubi Gallery in Manhattan (get there before closing on Oct 25th!) All the photos are long-exposure shots that only use existing light (I wonder how God made his photographs——not to confuse the almighty creator with a French born photographer, just speculating for the fuzz & tickle of it.)

Spending a lot of time festooning myself in these shots on the 13th floor of a building after coming in from a long sunny day walking in city with tourists clicking away on their cameras, catapulted me into wide reveries that flaked my heart into many little streams of white flowers and gold. Photos such as Hanami #5 put me in the mind of Sans Soleil (the cinematic work of defluffed Proustian prowess that often has us looking deeply into Japan, by film maker Chris Marker.) One could see these PIllsbury photos as fast-forwarded-in-time images easily inserted in Marker’s 1983 film, lending themselves to his powerfully poetic commentary on among other things: the strange co-existence and interaction of super-over-saturated pop culture co-existing cheek-by-jowl with the reverence of ancient places of worship, or the powerful allure of technology. Many of the photos on view have shorter exposures, but are still focused on people, and the passing of time. There is certainly more attention paid to the obsession of gadgets, and the sad flimsy obsession with capturing moments converted into the unfortifying porridge of dawdled-cipher-snapping into the pale geisha white of impalpability.

What? You mean….Alienation…atomization….dah-dah-doo…hashtag—-understood?

 

But seriously; please see the show with someone you like to be with.

This post was brought to you buy people holding hands in the elevator in a quiet way.

General Nuzzles Annie to its Chest

Like your Annie Brand, mom in a gingham garden—-bunny noodles do you? Annie has been bought by the General, yes, the one that watches over you privates awkwardly, crookedly—walking down the cereal aisle. Not sure if I’m giving the green light to buy up some Annie Inc. stock. The great Maltempi thinketh—-pass.

"Annie’s Inc. jumped 37 percent in German trading after General Mills Inc. said it will buy the California company for $820 million."

I did not buy the dish washing device at Ikea. I did make small talk with a security guard, who after a stormy start, became a comrade in my little world, and I in his.

I did not buy the dish washing device at Ikea. I did make small talk with a security guard, who after a stormy start, became a comrade in my little world, and I in his.