Friday, October 29, 2004


I bring news of amazing worlds lovingly documented in a phantastic website/zine:


The above photo is taken from inside the 20-storeys-tall, 25-years-abandoned Buffalo Central Terminal which used to serve Buffalo, NY with the NY Central Railway, the Penn-Central Railway and Amtrak. The folks behind Infiltration are committed to sneaking into these grandest of places and helping us to understand how behind the times we are and also how we, too, can see these places and begin to catch up.

Other current Infiltration highlights include an expedition into Roswell, NM's abandoned missile site and a how-to guide for enjoying 5-star hotel pools completely free of charge.

And even though I've never been to the Buffalo Central Terminal, I add a quote from its explorers which, I'm sure, applies to all the sites they show us:

"Please note: if you damage, deface or remove anything from the BCT, I will hunt you down and kill you. This is nothing personal. Thank you for your understanding in this matter."


I can't believe it's already over. Fragrance Week NYC enters its final day today. All week here at Time Warner Center I've been able to experience:

Opening day press breakfast hosted by Drom Fragrances International; daily Fragrance Bar, giveaways and activities. Sponsors include Drom Fragrances International, Givaudan Fragrances, Symrise, Firmenich and Cosmopolitan Cosmetics.

For a little history on the event (from

"Fragrance Week was created 20 years ago to celebrate fragrance and to enhance the Foundation’s mission 'to educate consumers about fragrance'.


The new Eminem song/video "Mosh" is especially sweet with the lyrics:

Let the President answer
our own(?) anarchy
Strap him with AK-
47 let him go
Fight his own war
let him impress daddy that way

I like it when the President's dad issues get play.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Burning In Hell

Errol Morris has made 40 little commercials featuring Republicans who voted for Bush in 2000 and who are voting for Kerry this year.

MoveOn Pac is trying to get them shown.

I like the one with Rhonda Nix and her sweet, sweet southern accent.

After talking about how her Kerry sign, displayed in a neighborhood of Bush supporters, was "stabbed to death" and defaced with the words "BURN IN HELL," she reports that she has flattened out the sign as best she could and stuck it back in her yard: "It's real raggedy right now, but it's going to stay there. I'm still a Baptist, but I'm no longer a Republican."


Wow. I originally linked to a "Ortiz has a posse" poster on this post but then friend Jack alerted me that the link got tinkered with and turned into a naaaaaaaaaaaasty picture of somebody's asshole. Sorry if anyone was at work and got fired or vomited on their keyboard.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

President Schilling

The Bostoon Red Sox and I have both been dead since 1986. Tonight, we threw off the covers.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Dolly Parton and Lord Byron, they said patriotism is the last refuge but now it's me.

I saw The Fall this weekend. Mark E. Smith looks like an ancient mole. He is hunched, I'm sure he's shrinking, and it doesn't seem like his eyes are ever open. Like he is forever lost in either the reality or habit of the drunken faith that you do not need to see where you going are to get there.

But I suspect he sees where he is going. He does not move rhythmically on stage. He is not flappable. He constantly switched mics and mic boom stands. Often he used two mics that he held together while dropping another mic stand or mic to the floor, only to pick it back up a minute later and begin to use it again. Only to abandon it again a minute later. All for no discernible change in sound. He also fiddled with his various band members' amps in the middle of songs and tapped on the drummer's tom some during songs. Like he was testing it. I would have worried that the drummer would whack my hand = the dif. btw. Mark E. and me.

The odd behaviour was backed by other moments when he stood at front of the band, held his chin out with the wrecked skin of his face and seemed, with band blazing behind him, like Ahab.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Blue Moon of Kentucky

Bluegrass State

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Ideal Debating Strategies

The misty beginnings were everywhere. Fairground alley was lined with heavy plows, miles of hose, bundles of aluminum supports and boxes of calcium stakes for sinking the legs of the field-size geo-tarp into the damp earth of the Gower Experimental Pavillion. Nowhere was this more evident than in the slowly retreating mind of Senator Gower himself.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

"Not A Quote from 'Chronicles, Vol.1,' Vol. 2"

Q: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?

DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

"Not A Quote from 'Chronicles, Vol.1,' Vol.1"

I don't think jazz has ever appealed to the younger generation. Anyway, I don't really know who this younger generation is. I don't think they could get into a jazz club anyway. But jazz is hard to follow; I mean you actually have to like jazz to follow it: and my motto is, never follow anything.

I don't know what the motto of the younger generation is, but I would think they'd have to follow their parents. I mean, what would some parent say to his kid if the kid came home with a glass eye, a Charlie Mingus record and a pocketful of feathers? He'd say, "Who are you following?" And the poor kid would have to stand there with water in his shoes, a bow tie on his ear and soot pouring out of his belly button and say, "Jazz, Father, I've been following jazz." And his father would probably say, "Get a broom and clean up all that soot before you go to sleep." Then the kid's mother would tell her friends, "Oh yes, our little Donald, he's part of the younger generation, you know."

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Funiculi, Funicula

One of my problems, you know i don't get no repect. No respect at all. Every time I get in an elevator the operator says the same thing to me.



I want to go home.


What's creepy is that I had a dream last night that included Tom Hammond and I didn't remember until I read the above link. I do not kid.

Well Gwen...

Edwards v Cheney = fact mongering. That shit was so tedious. I thought Edwards' first response was jaw-droppingly clear and powerful. And goddam does he light up the screen so much it's almost embarassing to watch.

Then everything fell into a hell of distorted and selective fact slinging from both sides. I thought Edwards would wipe him out but Cheney was strong. He's really lucky they did a sit-down style debate instead of podium standing. Edwards' posture and physical language is so much more open and composed. Cheney starts thinking and it's like he's trying to hood himself with his shoulders. Physically he's a mess. But I don't think he lost any ground last night thanks in large part to that comfy swivel chair. And Edwards came off looking like a bit of an overeager squirrel. On a personal level, I'm much more fond of mean old men. I was also greatly impressed when Cheney took a pass on a 30 second follow-up on the gay marriage discussion that included his lesbian daughter. I feel like it's the only 'big issue' that has a chance to hit home with him and he is respecting it. Clearly he doesn't respect the other issues because the only way he is allowed to talk about them is thru tortured semantics and facts that are impossible to ever prove OR disprove. And that goes for all the candidates. I feel like they're all murdering their own common sense and impulse just to live up to some status ideal that they formed some time around the age of 6 from the nightly news or a field trip to the capitol building and have never gotten past it. I understand that.

Jewels in her Frown


Check this link out:

Columbia Rare Books

It's a great photo-tour of a collection of rare books currently
on display at Columbia.

Some highlights:

Tennessee Williams' death glasses

Thomas Merton's Seven Storey Mountain manuscript


Gertrude Stein's Tender Buttons, first printing

And a nod to our favorite ornithologist and namesake of fellow Nation Sacker's "actual band," a print from a Double-Elephant Folio edition of John James Audubon's "The Birds of America."

Monday, October 04, 2004

"The poisoned scene is back but where (swineherd) have you been?"

I could have stayed in tonight and watched "Rules Of The Game"

But earlier I bought "Ego Scriptor" by Frog Eyes, hadn't ever heard them. I came home and as I listened to their rugged trembling scripts I looked to see if they were on tour. Well shit, they're playing here tonight! All I got to do is speed pedal into the night, cross the bridge and beat the train for pride's sake.

Easy. Didn't even have to stand up. I read that recently, at a Frog Eyes show in Canada, it was obvious that most people came to the show alone. Well that doesn't float on the Loisaida but luckily there was a big bass cabinet to lean on.

The singer was like an unassuming & Canadian version of the guy in "The Tao of Steve" when he was not singing. But when he was singing he was crazy as all wiry hell. And then between songs he said, huffing out of breath, "Fuuuuck."

"I fucking love it up here. Anybody tells you different you tell em to fuck off. You got dudes, you got girls..."


And then other times he'd take on this Vancouver munchkin voice and ask for less bass in the vocal monitor. I shifted my weight. Transference.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Fake currency