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...



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

The resultant hum of thrill becoming normal

Labies and Gentals, I give you Shigeo Fukuda. Trust me, and spend some time looking here. I think it's positively gorgonic.



Amazing, but true; I wasn't ever really that into Star Wars. I do, however, like watching Yoda rap and breakdance...



I'm not sure when the political climate shifted from voting for, as opposed to against, candidates. This dreary climate does little to dampen my enthusiasm for politics. It's my sports. It does, however, lead me to be a little disaffected as far as action is concerned. I vote... and I'm going to flip a Hummer the Bird tomorrow. They make those fucking things in my town. Get mad. Make a statement.



I have to work again this weekend. That means no trip to Blington for another week. That sucks, as I miss Ms. Yo and Amor Loco desperately. I'm going to have well over 110 hours on this paycheck. That means sushi dinner. I'm going to rent a hotel room, so I can go swimming, too.



SQUIRMy Japanese Theremin. {Gratuitous Sex & Violins}... You find funny things when you are trying to find a justification for an awful pun and a silly picture. Hip-Hip Hotty? Check, Maxim Steez... Origami? Hai! Double GUITAR! Dirty Jew Talk? Kevin Federline (Britney's Babydaddy) Rapping? Is anyone still with me?



Sun Ra on SNL, yo.



From where do German babies come?



I collect vintage pictures of couples. Some people collect pictures of women with dogs.



If asked to encapsulate America, I might just point here... Speaking of which, a cowbot was in my warehouse today. Tall and lean like Hank WIlliams, he was. He had the hat and boots and everything. He came in with a group of salesmen and my Dad. Pops and I, as always, smoked simultaneous cigarettes as a greeting. The cowboy whipped out a pack of Reds, and partook, as well. "Where's y'all's rehstroohm eht?" I said "down the end of that aisle, door on the left." "Thank yeh kahndly," as he swaggered towards the john. That was fucking perfect, I said to myself, grinning as one who's seen too many movies.



This site was in one of my very first posts. I stumbled across it again today, and I smiled again. P.S. What is Swedish for "frottage club"?



Hail Satan.



20 JFGs has Bonny Prince Billy & Tortoise covering DEVO...

octopus tears in a squid's eyes

I'm going to live here... It makes me feel like a real cool cat. Maybe I should buy a beret. This move is happening just in time. My job has been uberhellish. We called the new owners today, and asked if they could send a person over to lend a hand, because my coworkers haven't been showing, and, when they do, they always HAVE to leave early.
"Why are you leaving when we have so much left to do, yet?"
"I've got kids."
I shit you not.
We called the new bosses, and explained the increasingly dire situation. They said "Suck it up."
Again, shit not. Being spoken to in such a manner by one who's grown makes me want to overreact.
Suck it up? I hope you're talking about you and my nuts, you dick. How many more masculine metaphors can I cram into this rant... cram.
No wonder that I go home and stuff my head with fractal cabbage and see stars.



Speaking of dreams, watch one about my small love.



Wow, check this out...



The cool thing about getting certified to teach ESL, is that I can do it anywhere in the world. I want to spend a year in Brazil, I think. I hear that they pay you very well to teach in the Middle East.



Bo Diddley... 'nuff said. Hell, let's do some music videos. Crispin Glover?



Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Karen O is completely capable of having a crush had upon.



Vincent Gallo's Paris Hilton Panty Rotisserie? Yes, please.



Avalanche!



I can't overestimate the importance of the role that one Syd Barrett played in to formation of my musical taste and obsessions.



Did you know that you've always known a Sun Ra Tune?



I think I'll wrap up this spiel with the Tom Waits song that we all sang along to in High School.

Long weekend off

I've got an apartment in Prague... I can't believe I just wrote that, for real. It costs about 435 dollars a month. It's in downtown Prague. It's got Cable TV and Wireless Hi-Speed Internet.

I'm going to be living in Europe...

The Europe.

wow.



Everyone's going to be so different. I mean, I know that everyone is dumb all over and ugly on the side, because we're made in God's image. People do it all the time. It only seems like a big deal, because I'm not this guy.



Let's talk about Alice in Wonderland for a minute. It's obvious that Lewis Carroll loved Alice Liddell with all his heart. He wrote the book as a gift to her... longhand with illustrations. Now, In this age of molestations and inescapable suspicion, his penchant for photographing young girls seems creepy. At the same time, they are really beautiful pictures.
When Alice turned 11, the Liddell family banished Alice from his company. What happened? Again, Creepy. Did he molest her, or, as I sometimes truly believe, did this Genius Reverend ask her hand in marriage with only the chastest of devoted intentions? As fucked as this situation is, it's heartbreaking when viewed as a cautionary parable about innocence in this face of a truly powerful muse. Read up on it at Keeslau {My Hero, Yo}, and then listen to the album by Waits. I think it's my favorite album by him, and that's saying lots.

Did you hear the news about Edward?⁽²⁾
On the back of his head he had another face
Was it a woman's face or a young girl?
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed

The face could laugh and cry
It was his devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Things heard only in hell
But they were impossible to separate
Chained together for life

Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suite of rooms
And hung himself and her from the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her
But I knew her too well
I say she drove him to suicide
And took poor Edward to hell

Cool art shows, anywhere in the world...



Japanese artists are cool.



Then again, sometimes Japanese stuff seems wierd, in general. I mean, what's this?



Beats me. This is cool. Anyone need an image for a rockshow flyer?



I don't think KRS-10 reads this shit anymore, but here's a Pingwin pic, anyhow...



It's called "The Unbearable Sadness of Being". How does one make a Jesus joke that ties into Lizards? Turn your sound OFF, and watch cool KungFu. They lay Kung-Fu Fighting over the whole montage.I hate that fucking song. It's like Flo & Eddie said, " Regardless of race, color and creed, We can all agree on one thing. That song sucks!"




I love the show Arrested Development. Gob is a magicion whos totally hams it up, and it's always hilarious when he does his magic show stuff. I thought he was over the top. Nono... Stallion is over the top, and serious as cancer, to boot.



Well, I just went on a race rant the other day, then I decide to look into what is called racialist music. I call it, "I fuck my relatives, and I know a G chord" music. This shit is fukt! Look at this!



These girls are SERIOUS... It makes me rethink my feelings on the Olsen Twins first album...



I'm going to start goldplating saltines and handing out Cracker Awards. Just another day in the Sideshow... (that's totally Gary Busey on the left)



New Mozart and other aural goods...