Stephen Greenblatt on Rabelais and carnival

Stephen Greenblatt on Rabelais and carnival: "Festive laughter - popular, universal, ambivalent in its triumph and derision, gaiety and degradation - has at its center what Bakhtin calls the 'grotesque body,' ever unfinished, ever creating, ever exceeding its limits in copulation, pregnancy, childbirth, dying, eating, drinking, and defecating. The grotesque body - open to the world in all its orifices, unbounded, abusive, devouring, and nurturing - receives its fullest visual representation in the art of Bosch and Breughel, its most masterful literary expression in Rabelais' Gargantua and Pantagruel. Rabelais's scatology, Bakhtin suggests, must be understood in the context of rituals like the mock mass, in which excrement was used instead of incense, or processions in which the festive clergy, eating boudins, rode in carts loaded with dung and tossed it at the crowd"

Forgotten Miss Sarajevo

"Here she comes, beauty plays the clown
Here she comes, surreal in her crown "

Miss Sarajevo - by The Passengers:

And the night is set to freeze

Not Cool but Not Wroffle Yet

"Elvis...with God on his knees
Elvis...owned three TVs
Here come the killer bees Head full of honey potato chips and cheese
Elvis...the bumper stickers
Elvis...the white knickers
Elvis...the white nigger
Ate at king burger and just kept getting bigger

Elvis...sang to win
Elvis...the battle hymn
Elvis...the battle to be slim
Elvis ate America before America ate him"

U2 - Elvis Ate America lyrics:

Not Cool but Not Wroffle Yet

Not Dark Yet. Not Light Yet.

Bob Dylan: Not Dark Yet

"Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still"

Not Angst but Not Happiness Yet.
Not Depression but Not Peace Yet.
Not Dark but Not Light Yet.
Not Murder but Not Forgiveness Yet.
Not Animal but Not Human Yet.
Not Mad but Not Crazy Yet
Not Loud but Not Silent Yet
Not Child but Not Adult Yet
Not Jerking Off but Not Fucking Yet
Not Numb but Not Alive Yet
Not Without A Job but Not Employed Yet
Not Alone but Not Lover Yet
Not Tears but Not Laughter Yet
Not Hungry but Not Satified Yet

Not Blogging but Not 404 Yet

And BadaBing to you too motherfuckers!
Hej Koleda, Koleda!!!

10 reasons why investors are illiterate

Ten reasons investors would rather stay ignorant: "Most of us just don't care to learn
Please face facts, folks: The vast majority of America's investors fit in one of these 10 categories. And legislation certainly won't change things.
I suppose I could be more tactful and politically correct and say Americans are 'teachable' and 'potentially literate,' but that would be pie-in-the-sky wishful-thinking.
It won't happen. It's not that people can't be taught ... it's that they don't want to be taught. Consequently, the vast majority will fall outside the radar of any well-meaning effort to reach them with an 'investor literacy' program. So why waste more of the taxpayers' good money?"

Voices from bmoeasy

"The Internet - and I am especially thinking here of blogs, a term I hadn't yet run across in the year 2000 - is a network of particulars: of very singular voices. When I read a 'good' blog I hear a sincere voice. I am engaged by the passion or knowledge or rage of that voice. I am persuaded and seduced. I see the words, the text, the style, and I hear a voice.
When I listen to 'good' radio, I hear a voice. I listen to that voice if it is sincere, if the voice is being truthful - even if , no - especially if - the truth is subjective, if the voice has integrity, passion, knowledge - no matter what the subject. I am uplifted. I am persuaded and seduced. I see a face. I feel I have met someone.
I imagine Better Radio to be a place where the object offered up - the voice - is made subject in my mind. I appropriate that voice, much as I would appropriate the voice of a favorite authour, or musician, or blogger. It informs me at worst - which is nevertheless good., It transforms me at best. I see and hear and feel better.
I seek a better world.
-
bmo"

Like a car crash

"Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is"

U2 Stay (Faraway, So Close!) lyrics:

Stay. Stay.
As an Angel hits the ground.

What a lonely night to be
in the presence of love not lost
and not yet found.

In the jungle of humanity
there is time to find each other
It's not too late

If I could Stay
and I don't have to stop the Time

Stay
Dressed up like a car crash
As an Angel hits the ground
Just a Bang

Rupert?

Who is Rupert? and what is 'watched Survivor'? is it an Alarm clock? And is it possible that Rupert is in fact the Bada Bing conspiracy agitator who stole the Blue Diamond that Stealthy Steve is now going to recover for Mlle. Beaufort.

The plot thickens.

Blue Diamond stolen by Bada Bing Conspirators

OnePotMeal: In which Stealthy Steve receives a visitor. Finally a book for us read by Steve. Fire up your MP3s to listen.

Donate to Rupert - the True Survivor

Rosie and Andrew were shocked by the betrayal on Survivor last week when Rupert was thrown off that they asked me to set up a website for him. Here it is:
Donate to Rupert - the True Survivor
Andrew drew the picture.
He made a t-shirt too.

Feeling Stuck?

Retirement

Retirement - to those who give so much of themselves

that asshole Dave Winer

Google Search: "that asshole Dave Winer"

This is a test post to increase the count on google for the phrase "that asshole Dave Winer".

Had it been a real post it would have had some more interesting theme to it. A sort of a 'linguistic meat' one could attach one's brain to amuse oneself with the blood flow of one's molecules (or whateverthefuck flows in there anyway).

Thank you. As you were. Go on. Move about. Click on something now.

Narcissism. The best thing since the sliced bread.

"this is narcissism. and it's becoming quite popular, thanks to the ubiquity of New Age rationalizations that pretty much add up to: you can be what you want to be. on cloud 9. when the Temptations sang that, it was about heroin. and it's still about addiction, but to something far darker that hides in plain daylight. psychic vampirism. you won't believe it's real until it gets right up in your face one fine blue day. hope really hard that it never does"

Narcissism. The best thing since the sliced bread. Order one or two for your family. Just in time for Xmas my dear.

Street Fighting Man

Stand on the Shoulder of Giants? Slaugher The Giants! The Carnival!

Hey! said my name is called disturbance
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ’n’ roll band
’cause in sleepy london town
There’s no place for a street fighting man
No

On the shoulders

We don't stand on the shoulders of giants. We slaugher them. We burn them. We dance on their skulls. We suck the bone marrow and feed off them and grow ourselves to be giants - some day to be slaughered by future generations. The Carnival of Humanity. Bring your fire. Burn down the Pleasantville. Use your Voice before you turn into ashes and dust. Pooooofff!

The magic of a word - blog

Fishrush :: A Postbloggerist's Pronunciamento: "The magic of a word - blog - which for journalists and non-journalists alike has opened the door to an unforeseen world, has for us not the slightest importance. "

Less Bullshit! More Peekaboo!

Fishrush :: Welcome!

Fishrush :: Welcome!: "Since I first entered the public blog roll lists, a very young man indeed, it has been my constant fortune to number amongst my nearest and dearest friends members of the blogging world who have been its grace and pride. They have so dropped from my side one by one that I already, begin to feel like the Spanish monk of whom a few Wikis tell, who had grown to believe that the only realities around him were the pictures which previously loved; that all the moving life witnessed, or ever had seen, was a shadow and a dream."

Fishrush :: System Error Found

Fishrush :: System Error Found: "HTTP 419 - File not properly blogged because blogger didn't remember to blog correctly "

Fishrush :: Vision

Fishrush :: Vision: "We are truly not even average, yet from time-to-time we stumble upon truth as a drunk stumbles into a garbage can, but run from it because it frightens us as the dog frightens the cat. "

Cool. I am so happy!

Asshole Exchange Classified Ads

URGENT: Will exchange an asshole husband for a romantic man who will tell me that I make him happy. Looks not important. Me- starved for attention. Willing to make you happy. Just don't turn into another asshole. Ask for Dorothy when you call.

Bada Bing.

DIY Asshole

Certificate of Upgrade
to
Complete Asshole

is awarded to



____________________________________


In recognition of your obnoxious attitude, ability to piss people off, complete asinine juvenile behavior and total dedication to personal gain without regard to the many hardships you have forced upon friends, family and other during your lifetime, you have become a legend in your own mind.

To recognize your upgrade from half-assed to complete asshole, gives all concerned great satisfaction. If anyone, for any reason, doubts your status,

JUST BE YOURSELF!


____________________ ____________________ ____________________
Effective Date Signed

Last Things

Q: What's the last thing that goes through a bug's mind when it hits your windshield at 65mph?

A: Its asshole.

Which Happy Bunny Are You?

Congratulations. You are the "kiss my asshole" happy bunny.

You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud!


which happy bunny are you?

joining our assholes together as one...

so I notice over on the right sidebar there---yeh, right over there---> that you can now change the date and time of your posts to "future post" your writing, blasting pixels through the space/time continuum landing smack dab on new year's eve 2005 (i.e., the last day of 2004).

HOLY SHIT I says to myself, I says.

I think that this makes perfect sense. We must all now begin writing backwards toward one another. We start on the eve of 2005 and write our way back to the present, where we will join ourselves, one another, and perhaps even one another's assholes, since moving through the time/space continuum requires much velocity. Or so I hear.

So fuckit. Skip this new years eve and write your way a year past that, then make a u-turn, and write your asshole right back here.

last one to do a loopty loop is a rotten egg.

Growing Up In Amerika

Essence

Telegraph Road

"But believe in me baby and I’ll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
’cos I’ve run every red light on memory lane
I’ve seen desperation explode into flames
And I don’t want to see it again. . .

from all of these signs saying sorry but we’re closed
All the way down the telegraph road"


Dire Straits
Lyrics - (Telegraph Road Lyrics)

On Every Street

"Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it’s your face I’m looking for on every street"

Dire Straits Lyrics - (On Every Street Lyrics)

On Every Street Baby!

Loss Of Images

(found via wood s lot) On "The Loss of Images, or Through the Sierra de Gredos": "Handke's retrospective utopia is about loss, however, and the purpose of the journey that this novel describes is not to avert loss, but to make it felt" (...)

"Ordinarily, I start with myself and my own headaches; in the course of my writing, I detach myself from them more and more, and then in the end I ship myself and my headaches off to market as a commodity"

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