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18 December 2006

this idea for a mechat project i had , this idea
that seems ill timed for a busy season
of running around and supposedly being festive
so i'm wondering whether to do something
for myself like plan some impulsive
adventure or just wait
for a sign from
you

post by: ethylene at: 20:47 | 37 comments

ooh, crap
i hit post
oh, well
hit me, croupier

posted by ethylene 18 December | 20:48

Does it involve an involved napkin sketches to final product rollout startup that makes a super-awesome totally nutritious spacefood made out of guava and haddock?

Then do it!

If it doesn't involve that could you work it in? I'm in the mood for a tube of goo that is sickly sweet, gritty and also fishy.

Hi Eth, how are you?

posted by Divine_Wino 18 December | 20:56

is that a star yonder?

nope,
just another jet plane

posted by eekacat 18 December | 20:56

hi wino
no, i didn't plan for goo tubes
but you could easily bring it into the mix

eekacat, i try to wish on stars
but they always end up satellites

i'm not sure how i am
but i am

posted by ethylene 18 December | 21:00

I am as well, also I am cranky for a fact, I just yelled at everyone in Brooklyn.

posted by Divine_Wino 18 December | 21:04

My plan was for all your willing effort, talent and surplus
each and every willing bunny
to make a whole that equalled more than your summary parts
to entertain and possible make purpose
out of what you had to spare
but perhaps it is best to start with a listing of what you had to spare:
webspace
time
sundry talents in every and any area
your video
your audio
your text
your imagery
your voices
your images
your participation

but besides all this:
it's my 7000 comment
*bows deeply in the metaphoric sense*

to this i add:
heh, i think i like you cranky, divino
i hope you yelled at everyone i might know who is left in the burrough

even if you don't irc
i do so like the little back and forth we parry and thrust

posted by ethylene 18 December | 21:11

I just yelled at everyone in Brooklyn.

yeah, we heard you over here in Queens. Pipe down, Ethel Merman.

posted by jonmc 18 December | 21:12

as someone who lived on the county line
shout him down, divino
if i do it will bust my groove
unless i'm suppose to cede this thread to his ego
i have no idea how this place works anymore

posted by ethylene 18 December | 21:18

let us talk, divino
of things and strings that wind around threads
yarns that unravel
and frayed ends that spread
capillary actions and minor infractions
drawing in and breathing out
and what the what is all about

posted by ethylene 18 December | 21:23

I saw the best divine winos of my generation destroyed by hnagovers, farting, eponysterical, bak-ed, dragging themselves through the albanian streets at 10:30am or so looking for an prix fixe,
bourbonheaded crapsters burning for the local subway connection to the Park Slope stop, where do you transfer again?? hah??

posted by jonmc 18 December | 21:30

No retreat, no surrender.

I have a talent for coma intensity naps and cigarette wheezes these days.

posted by Divine_Wino 18 December | 21:30

i guess i could make some phone calls i've been avoiding
like everything else

It looks like someone is begging for your approval/attention, divino.
Call me when it's over.
i had so hoped for a nice chat between us, but for another mythical future day once again
or maybe just in a bit.
i have mechat scavenged tunes to keep me company until that time arrives.
if you have the hugh hotline, do let me know if the opportunity to mushroom farm still exists
and special accomodations as to the table tops and undersides

posted by ethylene 18 December | 21:42

is the coast clear or is a certain someone hoping for the fainted hint of a straight line?

i went for the lesser noncommital evil of a few voicemails, and even though it isn't my habit anymore, i'm lighting a cigapoo for you.

Now, who's got a question, an answer, or something amusingly in between?

posted by ethylene 18 December | 22:10

Care for a mint?

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 22:20

just a sprig, thanks.

and what would you like, hat?
i'm milling through my sad apocethary.

posted by ethylene 18 December | 22:27

i would like a top hat and a chocolate martini please.

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 22:31

The martini is doable, but the best i can do for the top is a picture, which would still take a bit to make viewable.
Same with tails although there are many more of them about.

*sigh*
See? Everyone is too consumed for new prospects and projects.
Meanwhile, i'm debating on chats and phone calls.

Someone wire me some weeds before i hunt up unsavory company.

posted by ethylene 18 December | 22:37

Short on weeds but I could probably round up a few pale and weedy boys. I'm sure they could be wired.

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 22:42

Pale and weedy boys?
Are they wan and frail as well?
Be they hale and vigorous beyond the common public gaze?
Because i'm not a catholic priest making use of any available spastic boy too anemic to speak.
Any well supplied girls?
What happened to the cranky wino?
Where is the hydro delivery?

That's it. i should move to canada.

posted by ethylene 18 December | 22:49

Rough fits.
All deliveries in rear.
you should.

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 22:54

Is there an arse_hat boarding house?
Dunno about this delivery business but i warn you that the rear flank is armed.
This is not a fisting joke.
Or is it.

posted by ethylene 18 December | 22:58

No boarding house but there is a sloop bound for sunny climes. The stern is frivolous.

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 23:13

And the frivolous are stern.

posted by box 18 December | 23:17

and the deck is stacked?
and the starboard side twinkles?
arrr?

posted by ethylene 18 December | 23:23

liver overboard!

"Oh, I shouldn't have done that!"

and yet i'm so much calmer now...

posted by ethylene 18 December | 23:27

Here is the cranky wino, I shaved my face - possibly with a machete - and now I look surprised and white, but in the words of my darling wife "get that off your face before you get rounded up and end up six weeks on a work gang."

posted by Divine_Wino 18 December | 23:29

twinkles perhaps, but those inscrutable japanese just watch.

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 23:31

a clean shaven wino?
a japanese watch?
my god, what did i snort?

posted by ethylene 18 December | 23:39

Well I left the chin pubes and soul patch in the vain hope of disguising my weak Irish chin, so mostly clean shaven. I once snorted Mrs. Dash -it was more of a lusty sniff to detect the smell but it ended up being a positive BUMP of the salt substitute. It had a powerful pain and nausea enhancing effect, advanced stuff, not for the weekend warrior.

posted by Divine_Wino 18 December | 23:42

dear santa,

i'd like a fat sack of nuggets, TIA.

sincerely,
wedge

posted by Wedge 18 December | 23:49

WWBPD?

"If a season like the Great Rebellion ever came to him again, he feared, it could never be in that same personal, random array of picaresque acts he was to recall and celebrate in later years at best furious and nostalgic; but rather with a logic that chilled the comfortable perversity of the heart, that substituted capability for character, deliberate scheme for political epiphany (so incomparably African); and for Sarah, the sjambok, the dances of death between Warmbad and Keetmanshoop, the taut haunches of his Firelily, the black corpse impaled on a thorn tree in a river swollen with sudden rain, for these the dearest canvases in his soul's gallery, it was to substitute the bleak, abstracted and for him rather meaningless hanging on which he now turned his back, but which was to backdrop his retreat until he reached the Other Wall, the engineering design for a world he knew with numb leeriness nothing could now keep from becoming reality, a world whose full despair he, at the vantage of eighteen years later, couldn't even find adequate parables for, but a design whose first fumbling sketches he thought must have been done the year after Jacob Marengo died, on that terrible coast, where the beach between Luderitzbucht and the cemetery was actually littered each morning with a score of identical female corpses, an agglomeration no more substantial-looking than seaweed against the unhealthy yellow sand; where the soul's passage was more a mass migration across that choppy fetch of Atlantic the wind never left alone, from an island of low cloud, like an anchored prison ship, to simple integration with the unimaginable mass of their continent; where the single line of track still edged toward a Keetmanshoop that could in no conceivable iconology be any part of the Kingdom of Death; where, finally, humanity was reduced, out of a necessity which in his loonier moments he could almost believe was only Deutsch-Sudwestafrika's (actually he knew better), out of a confrontation the young of one's contemporaries, God help them, had yet to make, humanity was reduced to a nervous, disquieted, forever inadequate but indissoluble Popular Front against deceptively unpolitical and apparently minor enemies, enemies that would be with him to the grave: a sun with no shape, a beach alien as the moon's antarctic, restless concubines in barbed wire, salt mists, alkaline earth, the Benguela Current that would never cease bringing sand to raise the harbor floor, the inertia of rock, the frailty of flesh, the structural unreliability of thorns; the unheard whimper of a dying woman; the frightening but necessary cry of the strand wolf in the fog."

posted by arse_hat 18 December | 23:55

Whoa, santa is your auntie?

posted by ethylene 18 December | 23:56

That's what Boring Postcards would do?
Well, now i'm confused.
Damn drugs.

posted by ethylene 18 December | 23:58

I have webspace that I'm not using, a whole domain with a catchy name, "J-blog.com." I-m only using it for testing stuff and uploading videos now. And I have a new professional quality videocamera. count me in.

posted by PlanetKyoto 19 December | 08:10

I've got time and a desire to participate.

posted by box 19 December | 12:07

Thank you, PlanetKyoto.
Thank you, box.
The keyboard had been [someth]ing and so it was kind of a preblurt of a concept.

What i'll do is write a mock up scene in this experimental film with a break down of what it entails as an example, so people have some idea of what they might be getting into, and how very easy it would be for anyone to participate.
If your email's right, PK, i'll keep you apprised, as i think you just laid down the first brick of this asylum.

i'd say more now but i have to go beat someone with a stick.

posted by ethylene 19 December | 13:39

I await further details.

posted by PlanetKyoto 19 December | 23:28

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