Thursday, November 5, 2009

The All-Seeing Eye

Oct. 20, ,2009
7:40 PM
Beijing Wangfujing Subway Exit



Hands stuffed into pockets, I waited impatiently for the others to arrive. On the stone steps of the subway stop we stood, watching the rain splosh around on the street, forming brown puddles of muck and slicking the stone under our feet.

People came and went, mostly in groups, some munching away open mouthed, spittle flying, chomping and grinding sausages on sticks, candied fruit on sticks, stinky tofu on sticks.

I moved into the rain to peer into the wave of people ascending with the escalator and flowing out on to the street to try to spot my friends. The speed of time distorted as I lost myself in the nauseating flow of bodies.

The feeling became intolerable and I was just about to turn away when I made eye contact with two eyes, one very special eye, the All-Seeing Eye.

With the calm intent of gunslingers, we sized each other up from distance. Predator and Predator. I sought to break eye contact but felt my vision, already melted into sugary purple syrup from the flow of hot human forms with waving locomotive limbs, unable to disengage.

His face turned and I realized why I found him. His second eye was frozen in still panic, a sort of violent frustration he struggled to mask in public. He inhaled and exhaled and I felt my throat constrict. Me-Mania.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Things Are Slow


Just leave the camera there and see what happens

We at Permalean have had an explosive month, with one of us moving to Beijing (and losing access to blogger) and one of us working 12 hours a day. Rest assured, as purple crystals accumulate in our midst like snowflakes consecutively land lightly, delicate-inhalingly next to each other, forming snow pack that forms the basis for snow glut that forms the basis for an avalanche that buries Small Town America, so too shall we be compelled to post again.

Who knows maybe I'll post something tomorrow for now just watch every Tubesteak video you have time for:

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

We Joke About Killing People

Usually



One of three houses I've lived in on the 300 block of East University. Pan left, to house number 310, and you'll find the scene of the crime.



Hopkins student kills intruder with samurai sword.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Bizarre Women and the Absurdity of Restorative Justice

"Attorney for [NFL Star] Ben Roethlisberger Rejects Settlement Offer In Lawsuit"

...Roethlisberger attorney David Cornwell says the woman's offer is bizarre.

The woman wants Roethlisberger to admit to the allegations, apologize and donate $100,000 to the Committee to Aid Abused Women, a Reno nonprofit organization that offers support to domestic violence victims.

In a statement Wednesday, Cornwell says the proposal insults women who have legitimately suffered from sexual misconduct.

[excerpted from the AP viewed here 9/9 on nfl.com]

Roethlisberger and his lawyers deny the woman's allegations. They demanded in an Aug. 19 settlement letter that she drop the lawsuit and write a letter of apology to the quarterback [Ed.]. In return, Roethlisberger would release both the woman and Dunlap from any legal liability stemming from the "conspiracy to extort and defame" him.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Mutants

So it’s Friday night and my last night in town before jettin out to the East side to face the final stretch of my academic stint at the illustrious, reputable and seriously scrapey Wellesley College. The moon’s full and shiny and the stars are not only aligned but a-leaned: I’m kickin it at my homegirl’s, with a fresh homemade mojito in one hand, a cupful of magic in the other, and in my pocket, freeee tickets to see an apparently bangin Brazilian psychedeli-rock band known as Os Mutantes---The Mutants. PREPARE yoself.


With the bevies in our bellies, we wander our way down to The Night Light, a cozy Bellingham nightlife hot spot notable for its rustic all-wood motif and its universal appeal to the young and the not so young. The crowd ranged from various twenty-somethings—the awkwardly swaying hipster, the double-jointed raver kid Gumby-bot-ing all over the place, and the 6’5” gangly guy hastily supporting his totally plastered 5 foot-tall girlfriend as they shift side-to-side only kind of with the beat—to various forty-, fifty-, even sixty-somethings behaving no less and probably more indecently than us kids, bumping and grinding with pot-bellies very much involved, and every so often thrusting a violent “ROCK ON!” hand gesture into the air.


And I haven’t even talked about the band yet. Os Mutantes at first appeared to me to be a family affair, both in form and in purpose—like an aging Brazilian counterpart to The Partridge Family, now past their prime and so relegated to down-home performances at family restaurants or bars in big small towns like Bellingham. Ohh no sir. Their late ‘60s/early ‘70s peace-love-WAY too much LSD driven lyrics, combined with a later ‘70s funky disco sound, some oh-so ‘80s power ballad harmonic moments, and random-ass insertions of catastrophic avant-garde mayhem (a la Animal Collective meets Amazon warrior)…all somehow taking root in Brazilian traditional rhythms—go seriously, SERIOUSLY, dumb.


With no point of reference in this sea of thizz, I leaned myself back and let the waves take me. After 2 encores all parties dispersed and I took a second to unlean and process what I’d witnessed. I said to my friend: “All that’s left to do is add a club beat and dress em up like mutant space cadets.”


I later found out, with a little research, that they’d already done close to that, minus the club beat part. In the ‘60s when the band was young and vital, they rebelled against the oppressive Brazilian military government with rampant psychadelic behavior, appearing, for example, on a weekly TV program disguised as aliens, witches, or conquistadors performing surreal hymns to such bizarre figures as Don Quixote, Genghis Khan, and Lucifer, while tossing massive nets and giant rubber caterpillars across their audience.


Need I say more? Just a bit and then I’ll leave it. Lead guitarist, Sergio Dias Baptista, is the only continuing member of the original trio, which also included his brother Arnaldo, who left the band in 1973 for thizzing too hard on liquid love (he was subsequently institutionalized and jumped from the building's window, causing a six-week coma), and Rita Lee, who peaced out in 1972 to pursue a solo career (yawn). On hiatus until 2006, Os Mutantes inspired the likes of Kurt Cobain, Beck, David Byrne, and Of Montreal. Now a 7-member crew, the band will release their first album in 35 years this Tuesday. Search Haih Or Amortecedor for the deets.


Hard to find a good vid, but this one gives a good taste of the original sound and the pic seems to capture some of their essence.


Friday, September 4, 2009

Information Technology

telemarketing phone calls can become extremely complicated. I inadvertently caused a young man to thizz uncontrollably in an existential haze for a hot second when I answered the phone. His attempted self-introduction failed to convince me that he either was, or was not a telemarketer. After a moment's pause, I presented him with his sentence: "Is this a marketing phone call?"

My indistinct verbiage and failure to effectively construct a proper identifigatory question puzzled him terribly. His initiation of our constructed relationship had been a haphazardly hot potato'd bowl of Thizzy Flakes passed to an unsuspecting stranger. My judo reversal caught him completely off guard.

Hard Times Do Strange Things


A man robbed another man of his belt and shoes, then attempted to armed-with-belt-rob another man at a bus station earlier this week.

"But the scene soon turned even more bizarre, when another officer whom the first cop had flagged down for assistance jumped out of his patrol car before putting the vehicle in park. Both the first officer and Henderson ended up on the hood of the moving patrol car, which the second officer managed to bring under control before anyone was injured, police said."

Witnesses at the scene potentially forced to declare "it's the greatest showtime!"

via Baltimore Crime

Monday, August 31, 2009

Death Hilarious

Pages 51-53 from Cormac McCarthy's old-west scrape-fest Blood Meridian.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

"I Survived"


Fumbling through the American TV lineup for the first time in 15 months, I found a cup of purple splashed across my face as I drove by Biography HD.

"I Survived," is strictly composed of raw interview footage with people who have been severely scraped and lived to tell about it. The aesthetic of the show is notable for its minimal approach. the visual is simply the interviewee's shoulders and face in stunning 1080i against a black backdrop.

There is no verbal narration, only intervals with situational subtitles layed over scenery. Typical subtitles look something like this: "Michael, Jean's ex-boyfriend, has entered the house with a loaded gun. Jean is asleep with her 8 year old son."

Here are a few glimpses from the stories I've seen in two episodes:

  • Young woman held hostage for 20 hours in a convenience store at gunpoint while husband and 4 children wait with police and S.W.A.T outside
  • middle aged couple suffering mountain lion attack - "I knew I needed to get the mountain lion to release my skull, because [the mountain lion] was trying to crush it and move down further on my neck, so I jammed my hand into his mouth and grabbed his tongue... when I was running away, I felt something snapping and tapping against the back of my neck -- it was chunks of my skull."
  • women who was sexually assaulted and kidnapped along with her cousin in the deep south before convincing the killer to let her call 911 after he suffered amnesia. she still has shotgun pellets lodged in her neck and abdomen
  • dude driving 40 ton truck full of swimming pool chemicals who drives straight into a forest fire and gets THIZZED
  • subtitle: "fire moves 17 times faster uphill than it does on flat land."
  • "maria and her 16 year old daughter were asleep one night when Peter came to the house... 'his face was right there when I woke up, and he just kept on pounding and yelling.'"
  • Perhaps one of the most astounding stories, from a 15 year old girl who was robbed at gunpoint, covered in tape, shot in the leg and raped before she jumped over a balcony and escaped into a neighbor's house. "The gunshot passed through the back of my leg and exited through my kneecap... the sheriff asked me, "How did you get over the balcony and move yourself over to your neighbors? How did you do that?"
The question, "How did we do that?" emerges as the Kern of the show.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Jobs and Coffee



"I thought you'd never ask!!"

Our paper thin Baltimore FOX affiliate attempts to highlight some local talent for their "Hometown Hotspot," which incredibly turns out to be Wham City people talking about Whartscape. What follows is an opportunity for the news team to LEAN WAY BACK in their chairs, except for the weatherman who is forced to stand and thus reduced to hysterics.

It's hard to know whether the McDonald's ticker ads are genuine.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Man in the High Castle








a remarkable and unexpectedly wide assortment of covers

An interesting thing happened at the end of Philip K. Dick's Man in the High Castle that I thought fellow lean-sippers might enjoy. The setting of the novel, as you might presume, is the west coast of the U.S. in an alternate-history 1962, controlled by the Japanese after the Axis powers won World War II. An nice enough concept that helped usher in an already developing alternate-history sub-genre of SF at the time. It's an approach that holds some pretty immediate interest for people with a historical imagination, but there's a certain level of gimmickry involved, in that when a book banks on a fascinating setting it often belies a less-than-solid story. If you're like me you've probably read enough bad speculation (and made enough bad speculation) to scrape the varnish clean off the entire idea of "imagining what it would be like!"

Anyway our mutual friend Phil manages to put it down quite nicely. I should mention, before I talk about the end, that throughout the book there are constant inner monologues where white people think about being a minority in a Japanese controlled environment. It's unusual and a good example of the 'trading places' dynamic the book is supposed to engage with. If I were, say, teaching a class on race I'd provide some passages from this book as catalysts for discussion.


Book in book


The I Ching

To the ending. Running throughout the novel is a notorious book, The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, which is banned in German controlled parts of the world but available in Japanese controlled parts and printed in neutral areas.The novel describes a world in which the Axis powers lost the war. The author, Hawthorn Abendsen, is the title's "man in the high castle," and in the final pages of the book one of our main characters tracks him down as asks him about the novel. Also running throughout the book is the I Ching, which countless characters rely on to guide them during times of confusion. Dick reportedly used it himself to write the novel, and I have no doubt he referred to it as 'The Oracle" in the same reverential way the book's characters do.

Ultimately what happens is that several characters consult the I Ching on the meaning of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy. The response they get is simple: the book is true. The Axis powers didn't win the war and the U.S. stayed a sovereign nation. Which seems simple because for the reader (us) that's the case. The problem is that Abendsen's novel doesn't describe what actually happened in our world, but rather another alternate history appropriate to the world of the book. The only supposition you have to make is that somewhere within Abendsen's book he wrote in the equivalent of himself, someone writing an alternate-history novel about how the Axis powers actually did win. The white lines separating Abendsen's author's alternate history from his own and from Dick's alternate history suddenly become purple and start to melt away, reaching further to suggest that our own history could radically appear quite "alternate." In the same way that it does for the characters at the end of High Castle. Anyone who takes the study of history seriously knows it's a malleable thing, that the past comes down almost entirely to representation by the present. If you take the implications of High Castle's ending seriously (which, for the brief moment where you're reading it, you should) then you'll find the same sweet, slight, fleeting but potent traces of drank on your lips that you did when you read the lines

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players."

or when you tried to live life normally for the first hour post-watching-eXistenZ.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Follow Me


(giant twitter button)

(plainclothes Baltimore police officer wearing a "bodymore murderland" t-shirt)

If the drain of reading about people being "up early for work! soo tired!" and 20 minutes later "thinking Starbucks might just be my new religion!" gets to be too much, don't worry. There's more out there than the same old "trending topics" pointing you towards a stream of people with nothing better to do than chime in with their one-line epiphanies about "things they'll never forget."

Better to follow something of substance, like the Baltimore Police Department. Deep sips of drank provided hourly. Let's take a trip down memory lane (i.e. the past couple days).
  1. MEDIA ADVISORY: Chief of Patrol John Skinner will be @ the Gilmore event @ Pressman and Mount St @ 630pm to speak abt Nat Night Out
  2. AGGRAVATED ASSAULT: W.Lombard/Fulton St-Male w/ severe head trauma.
  3. Recruitment Event: Nat Night Out @ Stillmeadow E.F. Church, 5110 Frederick Ave. Speak directly w recruiter from 5-9 PM about a career w BPD
  4. SHOOTING, 607 MELVILLE, ADULT MALE SHOT IN ARM
  5. BANK ROBBERY: 3470 ANNAPOLIS RD. BPD ARRESTED TWO SUSPECTS AND RECOVERED MONEY.
  6. HOMICIDE ARREST: Brandon Brown (B/M/19) was arrested on July 31 for July 19th murder of 16yr old Jerrod Reed.
  7. HOMICIDE ARREST: On July 31, BPD arrested Michael Akonom (W/M30) for the July 25th murder of Marcus Sanchez
  8. DOUBLE SHOOTING - 800 BLK ALLENDALE ST, POLICE INVESTIGATING
  9. SHOOTING: 2715 SPELMAN RD, ADULT MALE SHOT POLICE INVESTIGATING
Be sure to check out the addresses on Google Maps Street View, it'll help you more closely connect with the bullet-point you've just read (about).

And if you feel like you're craving more, I've good news for you: they update often.

Monday, August 3, 2009

"the new flesh"

Promo shot from the set of the upcoming movie Julie & Julia



Click for full size/to set as your desktop background

Friday, July 31, 2009

Severe Ball-Socket Dislocation


While waiting for my salad to get rung up at the check-out stand, my cashier (who is of the old Baltimore type, mid-50s white woman with brittle gray marble hair, face horrendously wrinkled from killing anywhere from a 6 to 30 pack of beer every night before sleep for 4 decades) looked past me to a man purchasing lotto tickets at the tobacco booth. She was dressed in her Eddie's apron and a ragged striped shirt, he wore a blue polo tucked into khakis. The subsequent exchange went something like this:

WOMAN: Who is that I hear? Is that Chip?
MAN: Yup, it's me, except that my name's Chet.
WOMAN: Oh, come on, I can't be expected to remember your name. I've seen you before.
MAN: Yup, okay.
(She waits while my receipt prints)
WOMAN: Besides, I can only remember your dog's name anyway. What's your dog's name?
MAN: Jack
WOMAN: See? There ya go: "Jack's dad."
MAN: I thought you remembered my dog's name.
WOMAN: I didn't even know you had a dog.
(Man finishes his business and starts to head out the door. She hands me my receipt.)
MAN: Yeah, hmmm, yeah...
WOMAN: By the way, where are my water chestnuts?
(She gestures to an indistinct location off the corner of the room)
MAN: Oh yeah, the water chestnuts... hold...hold on.
(He exits the door)
ME: Thank you
WOMAN: Have a nice day.

The entire exchange took less than twenty seconds, and nowhere within it was it clear whether the man or woman knew each other at all, yet they somehow carried on a nearly meaningless conversation with extreme familiarity, one that ended as abruptly as it started. Her rhetorical flourishes counted as points scored on a playing field with completely indiscernible/likely nonexistent rules. I left bewildered by their ridiculous verbal dumb-show and the possibility that the woman's water chestnuts may never arrive.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Back to Thizzness

While I'm at work penning the literature of ex-drug dealers and Megachurch pastors, black oil and yellow-tint plasma dripping from my knuckles and fingertips into the cracks between the keys and onto the screen, I thought I'd share the trailers for four upcoming movies that could (under certain circumstances correctly realized) lean with a particular and pleasurable flavor:

THIRST, from thizzmaster Chan-wook Park:



DAYBREAKERS, which extends the vampire trajectory straight through into vampire-dystopia, complete with an underground human resistance that is ostensibly a thorn in the side of vampire society but turns out to be entirely necessary for maintain the balance of normal life:




BIG MAN JAPAN, which is simply meant to be watched:



and PANDORUM, which of course may or may not GO to my liking upon actual release despite promising some pretty thizzy material.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Amnesia, or nostalgia and the always already receded horizon of the present moment

A "historic," possibly even "3-Dimensional" political moment.