Night of the Living Dave

Oddbodkins found the song I had lost, I wonder if a sound engineer type out there wants to remove the glitches so it's nicer to your speakers.

Michael Jackson has a dream
Late at night
He wakes up with visions of children in wheelchairs
Chasing him down Ventura Boulevard
The heart of Hollywood

And Michael Jackson is running from the disabled children
And he looks around
He looks around and he sees the sun is very bright outside
And he sees it is a... hot day in February
And he feels his face beginning to just slide... off

And the children cry
Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson
Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson

Troubled,
Michael Jackson calls his boa constrictor on the telephone
And the boa constrictor says...
You gotta get away Mike
You gotta get away Mike

Michael Jackson goes to Disneyland...
And in Disneyland
There are many people in animal suits selling hot dogs

And I said hey hey hey
Michael Jackson
Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson is lost in a sea of big people
He looks around,
He looks around and all he sees are big people in lines

And Michael Jackson looks around, and he says...
Who is that guy?
That's not my dad
Who is that guy?
That's not my dad

Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson

(1,2,3,4)

Michael Jackson...
Closes his eyes on the Space Mountain ride
And just opens them every once in a while
And he sees something coming at him
He sees something coming at him and he looks at his face
And his face seems to be sliding a little bit
Seems to just shift slightly

And there's something coming towards Michael Jackson
On the Space Mountain ride
There's something coming towards him
And he looks ahead, and it's Axl Rose
And Axl Rose is smiling and he's waving at Michael Jackson
And he's coming forward and he's smiling
And he's got these big teeth

And Michael's looking at Axl Rose and he says
Who is that guy?
That's not my dad
Who is that guy?
That's not my dad

Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson
Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

HHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

The Dead Weather play first UK Show at tiny North London venue
by Daniel Melia
Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Dead Weather made their UK live debut on Tuesday night (June 23) with a tiny show in London. The quartet of Jack White, Alison Mosshart, Dean Fertitia and Jack Lawrence played a fourteen song set at the Boston Rooms in Tufnell Park.

The show was attended by a host of musicians and celebrities including The Beastie Boys, Carl Barat plus Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt of The Mighty Boosh.

Taking to the stage at around 10:15pm, the band performed all in black apart from Mosshart's leopard print cardigan. The set opened with a three song salvo of '60 Foot Tall', 'Treat Me Like Your Mother' and ''Bone House' before things slowed down for 'You Just Can't Win'.

The majority of songs were taken from the band's debut album, 'Horehound', which is released on July 13. Jack White predominantly stayed behind the drums for most of the set but took up his guitar for the set closer 'Will There Be Enough Water'.

After a brief recess the band returned for a three song encore which included the single 'Hang You From The Heavens'. The set list was:

60 Foot Tall
Treat Me Like Your Mother
Bone House
You Just Can't Win
So Far From Your Weapon
Child Of A Few Hours
Rocking Horse
I Cut Like A Buffalo
No Hassle Night
Will There Be Enough Water
Forever My Queen
Hang You From The Heavens
New Pony

After a long break, David Lynch started reporting the weather again on June 9, which is good news for people interested in both weather and surreal filmmaking, and also as to why a surrealist filmmaker is interested in the weather.

Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach,
Koko mop I chop chunking plummet,
Thud on top, I ate the Chaco-dile.

My Dad has an abscess about the size of a softball in one of his lungs, he was admitted to intensive care on the 11th and will be out of commission for two months at least, and then who knows what will happen afterward. The abscess is too large to remove so I'm not sure what the therapy is.

My Mom emailed me this information several days ago but I only just found it an hour ago.

Currently factoring all this into the calculations.

Perhaps we should follow the path of the devonian sea creatures, and adapt to walk on land.



http://clever-title.livejournal.com/95409.html

I read these two articles on self-organizing criticality today, posted by a fine British reposter of articles, and found them pretty interesting.

I like the idea of self-organizing criticality for a lot of reasons, but in the Shaviro article he is saying that you can't automatically trust a structure that has come into being through its own ability to thrive in the first place, because by defining a structure simply by its self-organizing traits you wind up making opposing forces into the same movement, and thus a reduction to absurdity.

For instance with the self-organizing principles of radical free market theory, eventually coming into conflict with the self-organizing principles of active resistance, Shaviro is saying that generic, uninformed, blind faith in a movement that eagerly builds itself leads to grand calamity and eventually grand conflict. Well sure.

The rat self-administering cocaine until its heart explodes, this is self-organizing too, if you put enough rats near enough cocaine you will have a temporary society with some pretty successful ingestion of cocaine, but then there is collapse, which is I guess the essence of any attack on self-organization, what to do about collapse as proof of no useful organization.

A violent mob with pitchforks is self-organization, no mathematician ever said a violent mob was a good thing, the mathematicians just tend to say that there are certain critical points around which mass will organize itself. If you express this as human narrative, then you could say that a population will try to move to it's healthiest point through support of social structures which assist a state of thriving. Trust the mob because it is undeniably mob-like.

To the extent that this applies to the Gaia hypothesis, and the idea that a Medea-like creature is more responsible for various extinctions than a Gaia character is responsible for guiding us toward life, Peter Ward cannot figure out why a world mind would purposely head to its own demise.

"The Earth cannot possibly be alive", Peter Ward argues, "or else it would take better care of itself".

He is saying that if a significant series of extinctions was created by life itself, and not a meteor impact or extraterrestrial event, then it makes no sense that an underlying system is purposely making Earth more habitable, it makes more sense that a giant Earth Rat is self-administering cocaine until its heart explodes.

The question I have for Peter and Shaviro, is about why a living being would purposely head for its own demise, and why Gaia's hypothetical suicidal rampages are being interpreted as an absence of Gaia. How do you think she would hypothetically feel about that?

There has never been a point in all of Lovelock's writing on Gaia where he wasn't demanding an "aesthetics of decision", as Shaviro demands. We have always known that when someone runs with just the perfectly wrong idea that it could turn into Hiroshima eventually, the question has never been about why it's okay to seek out your inner exploding rat heart, it's always been about how to survive the rat heart once it explodes, there has never been a point where Gaia didn't punish an angry mob, whether it was witch hunting farmers or a gigantic algae bloom, you can't say that because the itch is too big no one is even trying to scratch it.

It is not the mechanical functioning of life that contains it's own self-annihilation, it is the mechanical functioning of choice, perhaps these guys give themselves too much credit believing that critical theorists are the kind of life form that helps life in general.

There comes a point where some people won't try to fight their own cancer, it is too advanced, mutational lung mass has forced it's way into the brain and you're pretty much just fucked, if some global attack on these giant tumors doesn't happen then there is no survival at all. Mass extinction could just as well be a survival method for global life in general. It could be the same striving towards comfort that happens when you kick people the hell out of your house at 3 am because it is just too loud. As long as you're anthropomorphizing accumulated terrestrian phenomena as the work of a personality, and can easily see the give and take of actual conversation with the elements, it is ridiculous to ignore that heading to one's demise on purpose is what thinking creatures do sometimes, often due to being upset at the behavior of other thinking creatures.

Lovelock is saying that the Earth will conspire to create areas of stillness in which life can thrive, we all like a comfy living room, Peter Ward is saying that the Earth will trash the living room sometimes, thus proving there is no living room and no Earth, when in fact, the Earth could trash Peter Ward's living room any time it wanted and Peter Ward too, because no one can relax at his place. Peter Ward then writes a book called "You Horrible Bitch Earth" and supposedly this is brand new science.

Shaviro is saying that a "metaphysics of emergence", is not enough to get us through the hard times, that we shouldn't just keep the living room the same way just because it worked for Grandma, because eventually our hearts will explode.

The real explanation, which I will tell you because you will never believe me, is that there's a lot more alive around here than just the Earth, and all of these things have feelings too, and they get pretty upset when interrupted by Mormons while hanging out naked in the living room. Funny things happen when you interrupt the naked Earth in a private moment.

In some samurai traditions, it is appropriate for a master to behead a student who has interrupted his flow, just in simple conversation, so just try sneaking up on the master when he's naked in the living room. Then try to say afterward that there was no naked samurai in there, only some kind of sword machine that constantly swings at you.

No seriously, you should try it, for science.

By the way, they're going to sodomize the moon in October, twice. Yes they're taking pictures. No I don't know for sure how the moon is taking the news.

June 18, duststorm over Jordan, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Kuwait, and Iran.

I've had this morning a bunch of times, dehydrated and woozy, feeling like a mild hangover except that I don't drink, the first hour trudge through the coffee seems hopeless and beside the point. The computer goes slowly because everything is going slowly for awhile today, there can only be bad things developing from so many bad sources, it seems almost the point of giving up again and going back to sleep but then the first laugh happens, and then the next.

Oregon woman obsessed with rabbits arrested again
By JOSEPH B. FRAZIER, The Associated Press
6:02 p.m. June 17, 2009

PORTLAND, Ore. — Washington County's "Bunny Lady" is back in the hutch after violating a court order banning her from owning animals for five years. Miriam Sakewitz, 47, was arrested Tuesday at a hotel in the Portland suburb of Tigard after an employee reported finding rabbits hopping around in her room.

Problems for Sakewitz started in October 2006 when police in Hillsboro, about 15 miles west of Portland, found and confiscated nearly 250 rabbits in her home, including about 100 dead ones in freezers and refrigerators.

Police said she broke into the facility where the survivors were being cared for in January 2007 and stole most of them back. Authorities found her a few days later in Chehalis, Wash., with eight live rabbits and two dead ones in her car. Another 130 rabbits were recovered at a nearby horse farm.

Sakewitz was sentenced in April 2007 to five years probation and was banned from owning or controlling animals. She also was told not to go within 100 yards of a rabbit.

That summer, Sakewitz was ordered to spend three days in jail for violating her probation by keeping a rabbit in her house. County probation officer Susan Ranger also said Sakewitz had canceled counseling sessions and refused to open the door for unannounced visits. Ranger said she found no rabbits when she finally got inside but did find a half-empty 10-pound bag of carrots.

Since then, Sakewitz has remained "pretty quiet" – until this week, said Washington County probation officer Bob Severe. "We hadn't heard much further from her," he said, adding she was thought to be living in Clackamas County.

On Tuesday, Washington County animal control officers removed eight adult rabbits, five young ones and a dead one from Sakewitz's hotel room, Tigard police spokesman Jim Wolf said.

Sakewitz was in custody Wednesday, and Wolf said he did not know if she had an attorney. She was to be arraigned Wednesday afternoon on animal neglect charges.

Party at Jemiah's on Saturday, very nice there with the Mexican Radio and the Pushing the Daisies, dim sum yesterday morning with Johanna, Ben, Laura, Becky, Joanne, William, and that other lady, new (and exquisite) Zappa video for my birthday, and some cupcakes. Then some extreme milkshake procedures happened. They tried to prevent me from having a milkshake but they failed, and I had two.

Here are five chapters of Kurt Vonnegut with some pictures I took in Indiana.

( Cat's Cradle, Chapters 29-34 )

The first television station ever was WRGB in my home town, channel 6, the NBC affiliate. It was run by General Electric for years and was home to such oddness as "G.E. Theater", which was a variety show filmed downtown hosted by Ronald Reagan. When I was a kid Channel 6 switched with Channel 13, and Channel 6 became CBS and Channel 13 became NBC, and it was always confusing when newscasters switched sides because you could never remember what channel you were watching.

My hometown was subject to the first television dreamworld, the first time they ever tried to raise humans in the wild with these giant talking boxes. It was all done with huge transmitters that irradiated the Mohawk Valley with all their signals, then more channels appeared over time, then generations were raised being dowsed with all these waves and no one thought anything about it.

It's going away now, on my television in Portland only Channel 6 is broadcasting anymore, reporting on elections, explaining words like "pandemic", and documenting the destruction of Dallas.

Madonna can have a second baby from Malawi.

I didn't get my convertor yet, I didn't care, I watch all my television on a computer. Lionel Ritchie is playing a show on an aircraft carrier. Pristiq is a medication proven to fight depression. May increase bleeding risk.

Other channels have become apparent. Buy some fish oil and increase your baby's brain size. Judge Hatchett is mad at the defendant's lies. The Spanish Channel says go to the Spanish Home Depot! Chastity Bono is going to become just simply Bono.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Three minutes left.

I was at my friend's house today and the phone rang and I got to hear an automated message, Swine Flu has been confirmed at Catlin Gabel school in the West Hills, which means that maybe my friend's son will come home with plague, which means that maybe all of us will die.

Check the hieroglyph on the wall just to the side of Barack's left hand. It's the hieroglyph that Rahm seems to be looking at through the actual wall.

I am pretty upset today. So today is David Carradine Day until my people are free.

Totally unimportant, but it bothers me when I'm wrong, I misremembered the birthday of the 41st President because I thought it was the same as my brother's, which is June 4th. The 41st president was actually born on June 12, which means that I made a bad assumption about these dates several years ago and never thought to check the numbers. Some very old news stories then melded somewhere in my memory bank and now I have to back away slowly from a statement I made a few days ago about some events in 1989. I still stand by the overall point about leaders pulling extreme moves on the birthdays of other "target" leaders, but I haven't had the time to go and find the proof I need for this exact subject. Usually I let these things get away from me before finishing the job and although it is totally unimportant, I promise to you, the internet, that I will try to back up my weird statements about events in China 20 years ago, because I'm sick of being held hostage by the sleep deprivation that makes me say these things.

What I think happened is that I believed a shitty horoscope on my brother's birthday one year in the "Those Born Today" section, which might have mistakenly said he had the same birthday as George H.W. Bush.

In fact my brother has the same birthday as Noah Wylie, El DeBarge, and the first solar eclipse ever recorded in China.

We went to a birthday party for an artist named Annie Grgich at her home in St. Johns on Saturday and had a great time staring at the bald eagle that perched on top of a nearby fir tree most of the day. They set up a telescope to watch the eagle from close up and it was pretty amazing to see one of those things up on the top of the hill like that, on the tallest point looking down in all directions. When it got dark out after many hours the eagle disappeared though.

We stayed the night and the next day the eagle came back with three friends, there was one in the original perch in the tree and three circling overhead, riding thermals and relaxing. Eventually one of them joined the birdy in the tree and I decided to see if the ancient Nikon could take a photo through the eyepiece of the telescope. The Nikon died when I threw it against the floor of the Boston ICA by mistake two Octobers ago, but then suddenly started working again last year and I've been using it a lot lately.

This is the shot where you pretty much would never see an eagle on top of the left most tree unless someone pointed it out:



Zooming as far as the Nikon will go does nothing:



So hey! Take a picture of the telescope!



( And then it kind of works out... )