tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34283772024-03-12T18:37:15.256-07:00Blogista! The StevenSolo BlogStevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-5982396095870779722012-04-14T08:13:00.001-07:002012-04-14T08:16:44.524-07:00Bring. The. Noise.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span></div><blockquote><div><span ><i>Virtually every track contains repeated shrill noises that are both irritating and riveting; its agit-rap sound communicates as much rebellion as the lyrics. </i></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><b>"Most people were saying that rap music was noise," says producer Hank Shocklee, "and we decided, 'If they think it's noise, then let's show them noise! But we're also gonna give them something to think about.'"</b></span></div></blockquote><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-34821633134464964152012-02-03T07:36:00.000-08:002012-02-03T07:54:47.265-08:00Alan Moore Is Right And Everyone Else Is Wrong<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyPNp32fOE5gzn-D9gMuXa1tjLhzIwybDWjm9W6qq8HhHO_p8lVbrNQQLP-MwZzmTvHss0_V-2MjwARWrc_G9Mj-k0TeBSo_3Yn1h9LAf4dSlPHmsmAnNKLAScdm8g0jn471e/s1600/hurm.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyPNp32fOE5gzn-D9gMuXa1tjLhzIwybDWjm9W6qq8HhHO_p8lVbrNQQLP-MwZzmTvHss0_V-2MjwARWrc_G9Mj-k0TeBSo_3Yn1h9LAf4dSlPHmsmAnNKLAScdm8g0jn471e/s400/hurm.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704936023363128242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span>(Who did this poster? </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span>I would gladly credit & linkback. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span>Located it <a href="http://luna.typepad.com/weblog/">here</a> at <a href="http://luna.typepad.com/weblog/">Achtung Baby!</a></span></i>)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I honestly got obsessed with the whole Watchmen thing yesterday. Couldn't help it, had deadlines (which I still have, since I spent hours becoming a Watchmen Prequel Scholar by default).</div><div><br /></div><div>The Daryl Cooke ones look like they will be good, kind of by accident, almost like just casting a perfect actor for a role instead of teaching someone what the role is about.</div><div><br /></div><div>The others will likely just embody all the stupid xeroxing of "grim comics" that we have seen for the last zillion years. Grim, gritty Archie & Veronica etc etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moore might be a curmudgeon, but he & Gibbons created something special and for that, I don't care what DC or anyone's legal rights are, they should just make some new comics and leave Watchmen alone as Something Good. (tm).</div><div><br /></div><div>I kind of love Moore's Swamp Thing & Superman more. Swampy in particular had more of a freewheeling character to it. The ones where he's exiled into space and meets Adam Strange and has his own plant life Green Lantern adventure are just perfect.</div><div><br /></div><div>God, he pretty much issued the perfect critique to the 80's Byrne Superman IN ADVANCE by doing those last 2 Silver Age Supermans. For that alone, DC & all of Warner "Communications" should do whatever he wants forever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fuck it all, the history of comics is the history of people getting to do weird stuff when no one's looking.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Hernanadez Bros were right to get indie & stay indie.</div><div><br /></div><div>That is all.</div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-83242468250034198262011-11-23T22:11:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:15:37.591-08:00Nolo ContendereThank you Comrade Nixon for Our Glorious Childhood. <div><div><br /></div><div>Walking on the beach. In a suit. </div><div><br /></div><div>What style. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-54808279193928221892011-11-23T22:10:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:11:12.433-08:00Lead Lined BoxJIMMY! <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-47259299002025242062011-11-23T22:06:00.001-08:002011-11-23T22:10:40.820-08:00"Poor Dishwashing Has Always Been My Achilles Heel"Oh, Splendor, Harvey. <div><br /></div><div>Your shirt, your record collection. The basement. Your refusal to be a substitute teachers me. </div><div><br /></div><div>If we remember who are are when we forget who we are if we remember that way by tearing out magazine photos of our heroes and pushpinning them until the walls of our Zeno cave are just PLASTERED and all we do is remember who we are, over and over and over until we forget again...</div><div><br /></div><div>Still the salami minded vegetarian Heart Of Harvey.</div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-82412650070383783762011-11-23T22:01:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:05:56.366-08:00ProtestOh fuck it, now it's either bloom late or not at all. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-29896140376275284712011-11-23T22:00:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:01:30.183-08:00Dead AnimalsReally, Issac Bashevis Singer is right and everyone else is wrong.Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-40792285931916351372011-11-23T21:52:00.000-08:002011-11-23T23:23:55.225-08:00They Think They Paid For It And Can Do Whatever They Want With It Now But They Forgot To Have You Sign A Piece of PaperReally, I think we need to follow Lester Bangs' edict like it's our Morning Prayers<div><br /></div><div>Like the Original Surfer who dons tefillin & then just starts talking about The Divine before he gets on his exercise bike. </div><div><br /></div><div>What part of BLOW IT UP AND START OVER AGAIN don't you understand?</div><div><br /></div><div>I tell you, if you hired me to do a job, even if you tired of me doing that very same job, I won't stop until I do at least half of it.</div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-4708399780639673562011-11-23T21:49:00.000-08:002011-11-23T21:52:06.845-08:00Walk Softly And Carry A Giant Backpack Filled With Bullshit"Doesn't that mean you have to carry a lot of GEAR?!" she asked.<div><br /></div><div>I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I think you might be allergic to coffee."</div><div><br /></div><div>(sigh)</div><div><br /></div><div>"You say I'm crazy but you live every day like it's a heart attack!"</div><div><br /></div><div>just. watch. me. </div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-43277888638372064502011-11-23T21:48:00.000-08:002011-11-23T21:49:41.213-08:00Drink ThisOh to be a mad scientist in an abandoned Con Ed building.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-59601639278284756882011-11-23T21:35:00.000-08:002011-11-23T21:48:04.313-08:00Broken Windows TheoryNo to giving in, no to the easy way, no to the exquisitely gently worn coat of all of these shitty habits murdering time, life and Lakein HIMSELF. No to the radiator. <div><br /></div><div>No to the zillion little deaths of clicking open and novacaining out. No, no, no. <div><br /></div><div>No to keeping up. </div><div><br /></div><div>No to delivering on time. (Ah, finally a promise I can keep, Marvelite. Face Front.) </div><div><br /></div><div>No to perfection.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Open that fucking window, willya? </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Death to reference material. </div><div><br /></div><div>Goodbye research. </div><div><br /></div><div>We don't need no stinking upgrades.</div></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-59349528142258446072011-11-23T21:28:00.000-08:002011-11-23T21:31:06.173-08:00Maturity.<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>"Young I drank beer & vomited green bile</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Older drank wine vomited blood red</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Now I vomit air"</b></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Maturity</i> Allen Ginsberg</b></span></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-28473665508105635602010-11-18T18:33:00.000-08:002010-11-18T19:28:23.978-08:00Quotes To Take Seriously. (Internet = Death)People commonly use the word "procrastination" to describe what they do on the Internet. It seems to me too mild to describe what's happening as merely not-doing-work. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >We don't call it procrastination when someone gets drunk instead of working</span><br /><a href="http://paulgraham.com/addiction.html">Paul Graham</a><br /><br />It’s hard not to think “death drive” every time I go on the internet. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Opening Safari is an actively destructive decision. I am asking that consciousness be taken away from me</span></span>. Like the lost time between leaving a party drunk and materializing somehow at your front door, the internet robs you of a day you can visit recursively or even remember.<br /><a href="http://nplusonemag.com/sad-as-hell">Alice Gregory</a><br /><br />I dont generally go in for hysterical visions of technology, but when you start to think about it, the ubiquity of screens, the incessant escape from one place into another, the secret passageway of iPhones and BlackBerries, the glazed, ubiquitous expression, I-am-here-but-I-am-not-here, is a little unseemly. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Say your train of thought, as you are reading to your baby, goes something like this: Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. J.Crew summer sale 20% off, can you turn in the piece by Friday? Apologies, xx, should we meet at 6:00 at your place? Goodnight bears. Goodnight chairs.</span></span> This moment suddenly seems to contain within it the entire decline and fall of civilisation...<br /><a href="http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/ebe6af6a-cb70-11df-95c0-00144feab49a.html#axzz15hAtslOH">Katie Roiphe</a><br /><br />Myself, I’ve set up a second computer, devoid of internet, for my fiction-writing. That’s to say,<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I took an expensive Mac and turned it back into a typewriter.</span></span> (You should imagine my computer set-up guy’s consternation when I insisted he drag the internet function out of the thing entirely. “I can just hide it from you,” he said. “No,” I told him, “I don’t want to know it’s in there somewhere.”)<br /><a href="http://www.pen.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/4930/prmID/1502">Jonathan Lethem</a><br /><br />"What you have to do," he explained, "is you <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">plug in an Ethernet cable with superglue,</span></span> and then you saw the little head off it."<br /><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/columnists/susie-rushton-step-away-from-the-laptop-ndash-its-addictive-2061068.html">Jonathan Franzen</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you forget what you’re doing with your mind, almost inevitably you also forget what you’re doing with your body.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sakyong.com/contemplations.php?id=1110">Sakyong Mipham</a></span></span>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-83151303268209721332010-10-29T11:06:00.001-07:002010-10-29T22:12:11.759-07:00BILLY RUANE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrM2lInPspS-5ADSuSkfe28ozPAk2g7WfeWFOwrZTf9H-BJLdL1AujrZifXSvwS3nz7_VIfq9pQPjkxafJ2jTCgk4wOYyPPrDzFErXsuSOdYZ0zCQ3EUshoWLLDx3u8JKJuC7/s1600/billy_straightjacket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrM2lInPspS-5ADSuSkfe28ozPAk2g7WfeWFOwrZTf9H-BJLdL1AujrZifXSvwS3nz7_VIfq9pQPjkxafJ2jTCgk4wOYyPPrDzFErXsuSOdYZ0zCQ3EUshoWLLDx3u8JKJuC7/s400/billy_straightjacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533531164947342242" border="0" /></a> The impulse to recount Billy stories was/is widespread. Initial responses below.<br /><br />It's a more ordinary, appropriate, boring world now. But less so since he made a huge positive contribution to so many lives, mine included.<br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Sad news. What a fun, sweet, complicated guy. Unique dance moves..! RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/SamSifton" rel="nofollow">SamSifton</a> Billy Ruane died last night, 52. <a href="http://t.co/o3FRFdo" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://t.co/o3FRFdo</a></span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I remember when I was leaving Boston he showed up at Ginza after hours to give me a fistful of Roger Miller CDs.<br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"><br />I have a desert island list of films he recommended--all melancholy arthouse. This he scrawled out after some wild punk show of course.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I remember </span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Billy Ruane </span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"> showing up onstage at Helldorado, early days, having just seen Cocksucker Blues and regaling us with his cover version</span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"> </span><span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}"><a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/stevensolo/status/28883866778"></a><br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I remember him eating whole meals during matinees at Brattle in the 80's. <a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23BillyRuane" title="#BillyRuane" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow">#BillyRuane</a></span> </span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta" data="{}"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"><a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23BillyRuane" title="#BillyRuane" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow">#BillyRuane</a> That DANCE MOVE. I remember when audience was sittting on the floor like hippies. Only he was dancing. Trenchcoat. Beer Bottle.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"><a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23BillyRuane" title="#BillyRuane" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow">#BillyRuane</a> Fuck. No one expected that guy to live forever when he was in his 30's but he looked great as a 50 yr old guy so just perhaps..</span> </span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Billy Ruane </span></span></span>invades this video halfway through. DISRUPTIVE. ENTHUSIAST. <a href="http://bit.ly/c4lukw" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://bit.ly /c4lukw</a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-67640196175694192382010-08-17T22:40:00.000-07:002010-08-17T23:12:47.599-07:00This Blog Has Officially Gone Fishing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAaaSX0bqxnusG9kpsKGdjCt0YQQFiynWilBRfrs93a6WvRvM-URxqPOmu5AHqWTOfPzJJD_6ENl5tN18TI-PukEOkV_KLfNM47fkvb7wC2OJuJH29MyQS2t5SLn0c0DeO1lK/s1600/pause.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAaaSX0bqxnusG9kpsKGdjCt0YQQFiynWilBRfrs93a6WvRvM-URxqPOmu5AHqWTOfPzJJD_6ENl5tN18TI-PukEOkV_KLfNM47fkvb7wC2OJuJH29MyQS2t5SLn0c0DeO1lK/s400/pause.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506626013931638706" border="0" /></a><br />Tweeted this today:<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">Going on a social media break til after 5771/Rosh Hashanah. Reach out to me via email/ /<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stevensolo.com">www.stevensolo.com</a> </blockquote><br />Of course, I haven't used this blog in months. Social media killed it. The whole notion of documenting my responses to art and life here seemed so long-winded and archaic--and the immediacy of Twitter seemed to enbolden me to carry on in some less artificial voice. At first, at least.<br /><br />This blog is a pretty solid archive/catalogue of my obsessive interests. Perhaps in 5771, post Rosh Hashanah it will make sense to continue it in this or another form.<br /><br />For now, there's more than enough to last through the end of 5770.<br /><br />Here's one of my first entries to go out on:<br /><h2 class="date-header"><span></span></h2><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><h2 class="date-header"><span>Sunday, December 10, 2006</span></h2> <a name="8164994378297104087"></a> <h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://solostudio.blogspot.com/2006/12/rant-on-rebuilding-my-studio.html">Rant on Rebuilding my Studio</a> </h3> <div class="post-header"> </div> I want to be like Hokusai, who changed his name & moved to a fresh new studio & took up a new artistic identity at the same time. Instead I would buy cats (if I weren't so allergic) so that the police could find something living in my apt. among the newspaper clippings when I die here.<p>I am engaged in a project I call "rebuilding my studio". Once I named it, the physical difficulties all seemed to make sense. I am supposedly purging my supplies, reference material, decoration and equipment. Each category of CRAP has its own box with a LARGE BLACK MARKERED description so I can wrap my head around it. Like "DRAWING MATERIALS" "BIKE STUFF".</p><p>Considering that after 8 years of living here, I can't find the kind of erasers I use in a shelf containing boxes of bicycle supplies that I fantasized using, mixed with a kind ofpaint I used for a project 5 years ago this is probably a good idea.</p><p>Most of what I need I can fit into a decent sized backpack. What IS all this STUFF?</p><p>Anyway the "desired outcome" is "A functional studio workspace I enjoy working in with adequate and clear storage for supplies I need, archive completed work, accessible storage for related and front burner work-in-progress." (My mission statement on this motherfucker.)</p><p>This is all a delusion. At some point I will just get fed up with interior decorating my soul and just flail out and make new stuff again until I find myself backed up against the wall of all the old crap (some of which is the stuff I have been making) and, gasping for air, begin to repeat the whole activity again.</p></blockquote><p></p>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-86414952796255818612010-05-06T23:56:00.001-07:002010-05-07T00:06:57.670-07:00Last Night A Tshirt Vendor Saved My Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZFf7TBBsiZNc5UBLAcbElt30wb9_VydYzj2kXqVbgJ9eFfowbiEqvrpth0aWU-QX1dIr6q0ZF1qfgdWHe7r6G0lpZaQPec4TUVWFfytxWNdsqW5jTvwg-QKS7qmM2kXtCCuA/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZFf7TBBsiZNc5UBLAcbElt30wb9_VydYzj2kXqVbgJ9eFfowbiEqvrpth0aWU-QX1dIr6q0ZF1qfgdWHe7r6G0lpZaQPec4TUVWFfytxWNdsqW5jTvwg-QKS7qmM2kXtCCuA/s400/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468418783350079698" border="0" /></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://econo-graphics.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >America's Most Beloved Silkscreen Fiend</span></a> modelling a shirt we did in less than 24 hrs. It was my uniform for the "black tie" event at Lincoln Center thrown by Coca Cola, Delta Airlines, The Visa Company and Purveyors of Gourmet Frozen Pizza.<br /><br />I had some great Moscofilero and (absolutely sincerely) the greatest tuna sandwiches I have ever had in my life.<br /><br />Someone took a picture of me wearing this under a suit walking a red carpet. With my Santo mask.<br />------------------------------------------<br />Yeah, I mean it. Those "quality of life" moves that you hear about which thin the herd of street vendors could easily have left us with a fireball on 42nd St on a Saturday night. As Jane Jacobs said in another context: "keep your eyes on the street".Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-78404908361056594392010-04-30T22:55:00.000-07:002010-04-30T23:10:55.892-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUzCFlBY4BncmTOht7ndoB_kfJHy8fH_9Gh_SwPur_wePMSh2G16c5cpnMKNko-IELRNvO9etpiN889ljAxqI3XY3piEZOXvfj121bJ6li5AkXQpKNDgpKOp_EjyKi38NS8PB/s1600/bbfx2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUzCFlBY4BncmTOht7ndoB_kfJHy8fH_9Gh_SwPur_wePMSh2G16c5cpnMKNko-IELRNvO9etpiN889ljAxqI3XY3piEZOXvfj121bJ6li5AkXQpKNDgpKOp_EjyKi38NS8PB/s400/bbfx2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466179504384816850" border="0" /></a><small><span style="font-size:78%;">PHOTO: </span><b><span style="font-size:78%;">MICHELLE STRAUSS OHNSTAD</span></b></small><br /></div><small><b><br /></b></small><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span>Organizationally, we were committed to to a few basic principles:<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Treat everyone with as much respect as he deserves</span> (and no more), <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Avoid people</span> who appeal to our <span style="font-size:130%;">vanity or ambition</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(they always have an angle),</span> Operate as much as possible apart from the "music scene" (which was never our stomping ground), and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Take no shit from anyone in the process."</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Black#Live_performances">-Albini</a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-74537836686313485282010-04-23T19:48:00.000-07:002010-04-23T19:54:27.710-07:00Should I Drive An XKE or a Tractor?No good links to The Young Adults "It's A Complex World". Anyway, an utterly obscure reference. YouTube has <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRgn3vLIkjA">this.</a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-31479078578802408062010-04-18T05:15:00.000-07:002010-04-18T05:21:11.431-07:00Bukowski Stealth Tribute Header<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1f-bPrfSpuX11qEnsYNn6aoMwsOEunOah6C8EP1A4xgA81TwemzDQm93BDNylMIqdoIkB1pCtTrd5bwnhiKm7lmLW0A3yAHU3kUP9xWtcUuAK_ioIQ6XvX49J2Utyd4KD5Bh/s1600/nonalcoholic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1f-bPrfSpuX11qEnsYNn6aoMwsOEunOah6C8EP1A4xgA81TwemzDQm93BDNylMIqdoIkB1pCtTrd5bwnhiKm7lmLW0A3yAHU3kUP9xWtcUuAK_ioIQ6XvX49J2Utyd4KD5Bh/s400/nonalcoholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461451291367584610" border="0" /></a><br />I think Buk wd like the idea of a tribute page in a bar. Whether Terroir|Tribeca is too fancy to have earned his appreciation we will never know. We do know that when he died, the last bar at which he was a regular cancelled/reduced their riesling order since it was his constant consumption of the stuff that kept inventory moving.Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-17007838268242614122010-04-18T05:12:00.001-07:002010-04-18T05:15:04.881-07:00RIP MALCOLM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu1WNrykB080070sjdNoXc0b4tV-RO-ERnED6S0YZglDqPKZUZfbpXbFpO_e8rej4QW8xpzYtNG-9g-y3zY17RIKgYZj0ynYEinHwxHjAbUbSL9OcDg5je6lPhIDboLD4IJQbu/s1600/malcolm_RIP_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu1WNrykB080070sjdNoXc0b4tV-RO-ERnED6S0YZglDqPKZUZfbpXbFpO_e8rej4QW8xpzYtNG-9g-y3zY17RIKgYZj0ynYEinHwxHjAbUbSL9OcDg5je6lPhIDboLD4IJQbu/s400/malcolm_RIP_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461449809538252738" border="0" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-7582955572264105962010-04-11T07:09:00.000-07:002010-04-11T07:10:45.570-07:00Saul Bellow is my Co PilotWWSBD?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >"It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband. "</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">— Saul Bellow (Herzog) </span></span>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-74724327004252145502010-04-11T00:17:00.000-07:002010-04-11T01:03:51.221-07:00Twitter Ate My Blog, Then Had My Mind For DessertTwitter is reenacting the development of tech & communication but at jump cut speed. We, the participants, are experiencing this meta evolution in dizzying fashion. Even Google and Facebook's respective arcs of development seem normal and measured by comparison. <br /><br />The history of film was an accelerated version of the history of painting--and with painting as a model that medium accelerated pretty wildly. But even with Eisenstein, Riefenstal and other formal innovators it still took a few decades to get to Godard. There may have been other formalists I am not thinking of but JL Godard seems to represent the meta-moment, when narrative conventions are well enough understood to be truncated. The editing form also becomes part of the content. Literally "cut to the chase". <br /><br />The evolution from the days of your Geocities site to your carefully designed & manicured Home page to a blog like this one to, to, to: 140 characters and being at a benzedrine fueled cocktail party 24/7 seems to have happened in the space between the frames. <br /><br />I haven't posted to this blog for awhile and honestly it seemed like a kind of (outmoded)scrapbooking activity which might or might not address the question of "what am I looking at or thinking about" but it was never clear if I was really communicating or just writing a Dear Diary in public. <br /><br />The nutty-as-a-fruitcake feedback loop of Twitter lets me know my ideas were heard in some fashion. Perhaps closer to brainstorming at a fun party with a lot of slightly drunk & hyped up smart people. I also think years of working in restaurants prepared me for the multithreaded bullshit sessions, sparring, goofing off and, lately, pretty interesting moments of connection with others. <br /><br />At the same time, is it intoxication that leads to further insight or am I just turning into a drunk? #Infohaulism. Hrrm.<br /><br />The metaphor of alcohol seems appropriate in many ways. Infohaulism is much like alcholism. As an occasional purveyor of webstuff for clients I have felt like an Alcoholic Sommelier of Information (tm). It's the hard stuff and I not only give out a tasting glass of the latest toys, tools and concepts. I am hitting my own private stock but my vices are not limited to boutiques. Infowise, I gleefully devour Sterno as well as Burgundy for breakfast often side by side. Twitter gave me a place to put all of that monkey-minded surfing, reading, clicking. Even worse, I got sugar pellets of approval at irregular intervals to reinforce my shitty habits. (Not my insight, I will attribute when I remember)<br /><br />Am I preparing a yummy meal that will also sustain or (as Merlin The Mann said recently) am I just manufacturing potato chips all day and all night? Not even the cool kind, it often feels like we are mechanically, obsessively forcefeeding one another car trunkfuls of rotten Pringles. <br /><br />The "We Were Promised Jetpacks" side of this: all the cool toys have been appropriated by businessman douchebag types. Is the ecology of Twitter somehow resistant to being digested this way b/c it empowers Snappy Answers To Stupid Questions graduates of Al Jaffee University? Or are we doing Satan's work for him by developing such advanced Weapons Of Mass Distraction? <br /><br />Enough for the moment.Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-27841299967554465122010-02-01T21:28:00.000-08:002010-02-01T21:33:31.240-08:00Great Interview with Berkley Breathed<b><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.viceland.com/int/v16n12/htdocs/berkeley-breathed-273.php?page=1">Read the whole thing.</a><br /><br /></b><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Vice: I’m curious as to how the writing process for </span><i style="font-style: italic;">Bloom County</i><span style="font-style: italic;"> worked. Did you always know where you were heading, or was there an element of discovery as you wrote? Did you think in terms of seasons, sort of like television writing?</span><b><br />Berkeley Breathed: </b>Your question presumes a reality so distant from the experience that any questions about process are meaningless—but perfectly reasonable. <span style="font-size:130%;">The problem is that you’re asking a guy who didn’t think of any individual strip or story line longer than it takes to read this sentence.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I drew in a manic, sweat-flinging state of deadline panic EVERY week. Not most weeks. EVERY week.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>For ten years. I drew what occurred to me as I stared at the same blank strips I’d been watching for six days, and only because the plane that would deliver them to my syndicate editor was due to take off at 5:30 AM, about seven hours from that moment.<br /><br /><b>Ouch.<br /></b>This is not how a comic strip should be drawn. This is not how ANY deadline should be handled by any reasonable, conscientious, grown-up professional. But as I wasn’t, they weren’t. The flip side of that confessional coin is that<i> Bloom County </i>would not have been what it was—whatever it was—if I’d been that thing I just described.<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It was art and writing born of chaos. It was the poison the madness needed. The new book—with all the chaos intact and not edited out, as it was in books before—shows that rather intriguingly.</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-87520164803687329642010-01-09T10:21:00.000-08:002010-01-09T10:34:21.704-08:00Vic Chesnutt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSmHd9tMwlFzr7FdnK_Gel_OavXZmduo2MOdCXybusue0X3R6waFCdOw_Diqn8hgU2ZutyrwjsOburtcSLiWrohsFsh-bH97SKPGeeW3Ivoe_fHjlQZ2tM6u9RmSyRFO0NuAx/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSmHd9tMwlFzr7FdnK_Gel_OavXZmduo2MOdCXybusue0X3R6waFCdOw_Diqn8hgU2ZutyrwjsOburtcSLiWrohsFsh-bH97SKPGeeW3Ivoe_fHjlQZ2tM6u9RmSyRFO0NuAx/s400/Picture+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424809479449865058" border="0" /></a>I saw Vic Chesnutt open for Jonathan Richman a few times, most notably last summer when he closed with this song-which I think is terrific, blunt, real and funny.<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" height="70" width="220"><param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569470940838830&host=www.lala.com&partnerId=membersong.60525%40149193"><embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569470940838830&host=www.lala.com&partnerId=membersong.60525%40149193" height="70" width="220"></embed></object><div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"><a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569470940838830" title="My New Life - Vic Chesnutt" target="_blank">My New Life - Vic Chesnutt</a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Via @bradleysalmanac) From @KristinHersh <a href="http://kristinhersh.cashmusic.org/vic/">a donation page for those who would like to help Vic Chesnutt's family</a> and some words about Vic.<br /></span>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428377.post-83765590467328191832010-01-08T16:58:00.000-08:002010-01-08T22:11:57.722-08:00I like animated subway maps of nyc, tiled.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s655.photobucket.com/albums/uu274/s0l0500/?action=view&current=Terroir-Tribeca-ANI.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i655.photobucket.com/albums/uu274/s0l0500/Terroir-Tribeca-ANI.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s655.photobucket.com/albums/uu274/s0l0500/?action=view&current=subwaymap.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i655.photobucket.com/albums/uu274/s0l0500/subwaymap.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://restauranthearth.com/terrior/tribecaterroir_teaser1.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Click here</span></a> to see it with the blinking subway map. I just don't have time to figure out how to embed a webpage in a blog entry.<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Yes, I have a looming deadline, why do you ask? </span><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02095975112926228289noreply@blogger.com