Wednesday, December 05, 2001
Calling daddy bad bad, nasty nasty mad man.

Richard, I'm down with Reba, she gets some 'hot' country numbers to sing, right? Think we can get one of the Mandrel sisters as a whacky sidekick, sort of a silly singing Gilligan character? A duet of 'I'm the Happiest Girl in the Whole U.S.A.' or a techno version of 'Convoy'. I was really hoping for the Olsen twins, but they are bogged down with the production of 'The Glamazon and the Gimp versus Mothra' working title only so hush hush on that one. If that Prinze kid doesn't work out I think I can get you ALF, he's making a comeback and his people tell me he is VERY interested. Jocko.

Unseasonably warm today, nearly 70 degrees. This time last year we had nearly 11 inches of snow. It's hardly winter, really...you wouldn't want to sip any mull wine or anything, get cosey by the fire. I stopped by Constantino's for a Poinsettia and a wreath, it smelled wonderful with the fir trees. They have been in business for nearly 50 years, nice Italiano Ma and Pa, tons of old pictures of old tractors and Model A trucks. The family has a bevy of hottie sons and grandsons mulling around, sheeeesh, what are they feeding those boys? Fertilizer, I think. Giant vintage plastic holy family and manger that light up for car pool passerby. It's like Christmas Island invaded by suspiciously looking giants.

The other day someone mentioned the term hobbyist, and I immediatly drew the connection to amateur and something I read (again) by Douglas Rushkoff...i'm paraphrasing, 'The internet is for amateurs, that's not an insult it's high praise. Amateurs do what they do for the love of it, Because it's fun, social, enriching, transformative, evolutionary, or even just beautiful. Now that big business thinks of the net as a lame duck rather than a cash cow the only ones left ( as it should be) is us amateurs. I can hear the screams that Rushkoff is hardly an amateur, no he isn't, in fact I'm sure he is solvent. That doesn't disqualify him from amateur status. Who else would write and publish a novel, 'Exit Strategy', 'Bull' in the U.K., then re-release it as an open source piece on Yahoo. I know this is 'old news' but the ingenius little monster is still growing by leaps and bounds with a planned second book. The premise of the book is that the entire text was written in the present day...now. Hidden online and discovered over 200 years later, society obviously has changed so much that an anthropologist has annotated the text for his 23rd century contemporaries. Familiarity with names like Microsoft, Nasdaq are now gone. Online participants get to add their own footnotes, truthful or not, to anything they see fit to annotate. I'm a footnote whore anyway, so perhaps you'll find my footnotes of footnotes of footnotes. It is a way that we can imagine how people in the future will translate our daily obsessions. What are the concepts future readers won't understand. I know your thinking there has to be a catch, why would Rushkoff (who I believe is now lecturing at NYU) want to do a project like this, what's his business plan? Profit? I don't think so. Interactive media spaces like these provide an opportunity to play and collaborate. How can it be this simple!!! Argh! Brilliant!
9:17 PM :

Tuesday, December 04, 2001
Big in France,The Fischerspooner website is spectacular. They are the performance-art collective that takes its name from Casey Spooner and composer-producer Warren Fischer and its aesthetic from the Teutonic techno of Kraftwerk and the star-studded showmanship of Madonna. Sick of the avante garde they explore pop star territory mixed with disco bits. Download their fantabulous 'Emerge' single on Mp3.

Sea Men Fallen Angel IV, is Titan's high brow historical PORN-u-copia starring would be SEX-celebutante Dred Scott. (how historical!) This isn't your average dirty picture, it is an epic adaptation of Fassbinder's film Querelle based on the novel Notre-Dame des fleurs by Jean Genet, which was written on a brown paper bag while in prison for burglary in 1944. Genet's Querelle is a sailor who unashamedly brags about being butt-FUCKED. He realizes that he can be butt-FUCKED without any emotional involvement but to FUCK someone else he must become passionate. In 'Querelle' the emotion required to have sex is the same emotion required to kill or to fist-fight. It is all the same, and the moderne? adaption is merely a pig fest. If Genet is your thing, as it is mine, you may be interested in the novel 'Our Lady of the Flowers'. A wildly dark opium drenched dream like fantasy of the Parisian underworld, the novel tells the story of Divine, a male prostitute who consorts with thieves, pimps, murderers, and other criminals while having many sexual adventures.
8:57 AM :

Monday, December 03, 2001
If you get a chance Ghostly International presents chapter II: Disco Nouveau , A Ghostly evening of electro, disco-punk and neo-new wave. December 7th @ the Labyrinth on Cass, Detroit MI. Look for me, look for Adult. Their debut 12" single titled 'Dispassionate Furniture, contains 5 tracks, each one dedicated to the estranged relationships that we develop between furniture and their masters. The moveables in our homes that we walk by each day unnoticing, until they refuse to be ignored. The lyrics tell the tales of ergonomically inhumane encounters, while the music pushes us to the limits of synthetics. Adult is a neo-collaborative project consisting of other project-combinations and variety there from.

This week in 1971 the hot toy was Ideal's "Movin' Groovin' Dolls" - your choice - 17 1/2" Crissy and 15" Velvet with swivel-waists, luxurious hair! Move like real people - $7.66 each. Shaft was #1 at the theaters and on TV, Marcus Welby, MD., The Flip Wilson Show, Partridge Family, and Adam-12. Miss Psychic Friends network herself Dionne (still in the prime of her Bacharach and David best) was pulling out the OP-Art dress and knockin' em dead with 'Very Dionne'.
8:11 PM :

Work-a-day, I'm wearing my new Banana Republic stretch poplin dress shirt in chili pepper, slimmer athletic tailored smartly to accent my growing still pumped lats and traps. My pecs not only hurt from Sunday's monster chest workout, they ache. Perky, yet impossible to bound down the stairs today, OUCH! FUCK! Trying not to wince when I chug around, trying hard to look busy. It will soon be the end of term, Hooray! I flip open my laptop when I hear my boss recites these 6 dreaded words: ''This will be a short meeting'. Famous last words booger-wolf.

Martha Stewert brings us all together for Christmas in what some anthropologists are calling a 'Potlatch' or huge feast held by tribal heads who compete for prestige by doling out gifts of bankrupting proportions. Cheery thought, the author obviously has never seen Fellini's ROMA. Perhaps pop hero meme iconographer, cosmonaut and author Douglas Rushkoff (Cyberia, Exit Strategy, Ecstasy Club etc.) said it best about ye old holiday cheer 'You find the darkest night of the year and promise kids they'll either get presents or not. It's training them for the grim reaper mythologies that follow. Jesus people come on, I mean come on, lighten up! Buy some nice retro ornaments from Shiny-Brite and shut the hell up.
11:31 AM :