4.11.05

mOndO

I found a clip from Mondo Magic today. Out of the whole Mondo canon, this title is hard to find, particularly because it's nothing something for which one looks. I stumbled into possession of a bad VHS dub of it years ago. I was living in the second floor of a house. The exterior of which was wrapped in a unconvincing faux brick coating, bright-red. My living room was bisected at a 45 degree angle. While it sucked to have half of my already small space rendered intimidating, my television was small. It looked bigger as you walked it across the room. That's where I watched the contents of a blank titled in thick permanent letters.
Essentially, keeping in spirit of the other Mondo flicks, it's footage of people doing what people would left to their own devices where habits can have habitats, back in the woods & deep in the jungle. Not to belabor the particulars, but one sequence always resonated as being redolent with an appreciable sensibility. In a nutshell, a remote Amazonian village has one central policy. You fuck up; Stick to the dome. For example, in cases of infidelity, the cuckold gets one good shot at his little Lothario with a big stick. After that, easy by easy and fair is fair.
I find it comforting that, in this pristine, balanced and primal{primitive? Be a hippy, and perceive a deep fullfilling beneficent EarthmotherHowWeShouldAllBe kind-of-a-feel here} society set in the throbbing jungle heart of the planet, most of the fellas have a good couple of scars on their head.
I guess it's like Darwin said," A difference in Complexity does not imply a difference in Nature." Word.



Does anyone speak Francais around here? I think I found Mummyporn. It might be art, but I kind of hope it's porn.



If I'm going to have a little flavor parade for the eyeballs, let's unload some lil' old things.
Meat



One Huge Eye...



Visual Cognition. Look at Dr. Angry & Mr. Smiles, then lean back and squint....



Quirky MP3 Blog. I think it's Russian.



Fake Pet Fish...



Chinese Rock...



Jesus wants your Socks. I hear George Michael might be interested, as well.



Russians
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How long until you can run a train on the darlings of the white supremacy movement?



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