Ptarmigan

a grouse with completely feathered feet

7/31/2004

Extreme--and abject--apologies to Matt. He created a great mumpsimus cultural concurrence index and as a service to my readers I thought I'd do the same! But I was really only able to come up with 28 questions that got at the "heart" of what I consider cultural literacy. I came up with like 80 or 90 other questions but had to discard them, since we're all about scientific science here. And I'm too tired to write out the directions. But choose one from each number that you have the most AFFINITY with, what hits you most in the GUT that says yes, that's mostly me.

1. Picture Pages or the White Stripes
2. Burger King or Planet of the Apes
3. tennis or vicks vaporub
4. waste or utility
5. narwhal or trebuchet
6. Southern Illinois University Press or Idaho
7. carwash or fish market
8. Corey Feldman or The Iliad
9. John Keats or Steak n' Shake
10. Wilt Chamberlain or a basketball
11. an escalator or chapstick
12. EZ-bake oven or Newsweek
13. Chris Evert or Commodore Vic-20
14. class warfare or Red Wing pottery
15. Swiffer or the Clapper
16. tax relief or Billy Collins
17. Emily Bronte or your mother
18. leg splint or birch sapling
19. Centralia, Pennsylvania or I'm OK, You're OK
20. Electric Light Orchestra or the extinction of the passenger pigeon
21. agoraphobia or kleptomania
22. alchemy or Arby's
23. invention of the zero or Princess Anastasia
24. President James Garfield or catfish
25. ant pheremones or Dude, Where's My Car?
26. Dale Earnhardt Jr. Collectible Chicken Bucket or the PATRIOT Act
27. a pneumatic tube or Power Man and Iron Fist
28. Rick Astley or Gleek


Scoring: Still working that out.

7/29/2004

So for my 3 or 4 readers...right, so I got laid off on Tuesday and trying to figure out what to do next. It's for the best, mostly. Working on a long poem. I guess I'm just not personally invested in blogging as somehow transcribing anything interesting about my life, or to reify it in that it seems interesting...because it's not, really. And at a point where the materialism of art and its politics in the general sense, its contours, feels very incorporeal to me, and therefore, hey, once again an avenue to explore my self. Which I haven't done for a long time in poetry (as opposed to systems and the construction of signifiers, blah blah blah). Of course that will probably change in 3 or 4 weeks.

7/27/2004

Google Search: "can you free the string"

Google Search: "can you free the string"

'The Tyranny of Structurelessness' by Jo Freeman

'The Tyranny of Structurelessness' by Jo Freeman

The Toy Soldier Company - Page 32

The Toy Soldier Company - Page 32

Google Search: sadness

Google Search: sadness

Froogle Search: hermits

Froogle Search: hermits

Kennedy1

Kennedy1

Google Search: "pure conversation"

Google Search: "pure conversation"

Google Search: triplex unity

Google Search: triplex unity

cat_magic.jpg 300x300 pixels

cat_magic.jpg 300x300 pixels

Google Search: unemployment

Google Search: unemployment

Google Search: seneschal

Google Search: seneschal

EPC | Lorine Niedecker | The Poetry of Louis Zukofsky

EPC | Lorine Niedecker | The Poetry of Louis Zukofsky

Google Search: buckyballs

Google Search: buckyballs

Unemployment Insurance Services

Unemployment Insurance Services

Ptarmigan

Ptarmigan

7/26/2004

A lot of my best childhood memories involved Waldameer Park, a modest amusement park in Erie with free admission that hasn't changed much over the years. I went there with Kristin and then again with Chris and Kristin, looking for my sister who was working there (couldn't find her). The Whacky Shack, a darkride, might be the crown jewel of the park, both from the exterior and interior. Looking at these pictures, you can see that truly it's a work of surreal genius.

7/25/2004

Just got back from Erie. A wonderful time with family, Kristin, Mr. Barzak, gulls, pets, unfused sand. Haven't been a good blogger anyway, but I thought I'd pass on this fascinating essay on State, Cosmos, and Body:

"The early Chinese body was composed mainly of vaguely defined bones and flesh traversed by circulation tracts...

Through these tracts vital fluids (not necessarily liquid) circulate between the limbs, the head, and an ensemble of systems in the center of the body that controls metabolic and other spontaneous vital processes. It would be more exact to call them ensembles of functions rather than systems. Most but not all of the circulation tracts were associated with and named after vaguely described viscera. Exactly what their physical correlates are or precisely where they are located did not mandate diligent exploration. As discussed in medical doctrine, they are not so much anatomical features as offices in the central bureaucracy of the body."

7/14/2004

An Adhesive Animal

Inside the moon
hide the owls
that cannot be contemplated
without looking at the moon
The troubled palace arranges its flows
underneath sight
when grottos turn their eyes away
I make a big deal about antarctic trust
The templates cascade into the equitable
wyoming in everyone
The vibrating tennis bracelet in everyone
Locate it during periods of imitation
and squalor
In the hidden convenience store
the mendacities scheme
They toughen the subwoofer
behind the second
liver
A valley sends thousands of talismans
into battle for proper tutelage
However no livings are milked
without interior stagediving
and vast sleeps
The syncretics fly
The apetures
like their wounds
which gives permission
to the lamps
to grow problematic
The compact empties into a complete
reality on Saturday
and pure conversation on Monday
with the hope
that gaps
will ward off adventures
Dust is the pivot
The pivot needs salt
Projections in the attic sink down
letting the unfinished basement rise
through the goldenrod
mattress
And yet who knows anything
Who confines the instant message
in ordinary talons
I have to give up on
giving up
Torn from its throat
my journey
hasn't gone anywhere
It holes up in an inn
perforated by unity
The yellow arts
wash their feet in the courtyard
laughing
as snow falls
from an echo in the moon

7/08/2004

My font doesn't show zeros well. Drat.

n00b cutting wood amidst 0x3n

Trying to become less clever
Trying to become a 1337 blossom
It's hard work being easily
unarmed
No one trusts the
transfer of language
to neutral eyes
waiting for the medium to change ways
Everyone is balanced
Everyone is overdrawn
I buy tea at target
Does that change
the ability to be dull in spring
Wizards out of control
implies a retaliatory
nature
regarding which I am a fool
When forests collide
the wind is knocked out of them
leaving descriptive fields
in a closed vista
of my familiarity
Bulls heed w00t's call
for they are lost
They wander near
the lost work
An axe proferred to me
once or twice
in my nascence
How slowly the trodden paths
wander there
exposing dyadic memories
under
golden canopies
I once tried to hax0r
and desire

7/04/2004

A brilliant gem on Moria about blogging by Ela Kotkowska:

Since hardly any blogger relics survived to this day, little would have been known about the alphabet and therein encripted blogs, were it not for the discovery and the deciphering of the Robella Blog by Napoleon J. Franc-Chamois at the beginning of the 19th century.


Read the whole thing.