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Stranger Times

Posted on March 8, 2011

the Horror

Apocalypse Sheen, "Charlie don't surf!"

What cracks me up is how much CHARLIE Sheen sounds like Colonel Kurtz from "Appocalypse Now" right before Martin Sheen sacrificed him to the gods of the land of Tigers—

The heart of darkness is a coked-up fiend down the river his father tread to seal the devil that makes beasts of us all…

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Manifest Identity

Posted on March 7, 2011

Manifest Identity, ©MMXI

Kaname [Ikemoto] Yamamoto: Great-grandma— 曽祖母

Born 1899, Hiroshima, Japan

Died 1985, Chicago, USA

Enemy Alien

Kaname: a picture bride who arrived in America surprised to find that she was a new mother of two boys— ages 5 and 3. Albert and Steve had recently lost their mother in the Influenza Epidemic. A picture marriage was arranged to take her place. Kaname married my Great-grandfather, Goichi, and the family started anew.

In 1942, the family was stripped of their farm outside of LA and locked-up at the Gila River Concentration Camp in Arizona. The bombing of Hiroshima meant that there was no home to return to. The only direction remaining for Kaname was forward.

The treasured paper-trail of photographs, documents, notebooks and scrap paper chart my family's American story. But this is simply the ash atop a burning stick of incense— Breathe deep…

The thick, rich smell of history: cracked leather, teriyaki, saltpeter, steaming rice, mothballs, cedar and sandalwood.

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Itadakimasu. Let us begin…

never know best

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Palliativity 120: Self Injection

Posted on March 3, 2011

Self Injection

Chronic-pain isn't a diagnosis, it's a Lifestyle.

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Fall-Out

Posted on February 28, 2011

Fall-Out, ©MMXI

Fall-In

The white flash of mercy. Pompeii from the belly of a bomber. Chernobyl at the push of a button.

We are all survivors of the Nuclear-Age, although we are still playing out the Diesel-Punk opera of WWII.

For now, we are Don Quixote chasing windmills and solar-cells as Sancho Panza floods Atlantis with crude.

I don't want Utopia. I just need tomorrow.

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Anonymous Hacktivism

Posted on February 25, 2011

We are Anonymous. We are legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us - always.

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Palliativity 119: Neo-Victorian & Retro-Future

Posted on February 24, 2011

There are ruddy-bloody Snakes on this ruddy-bloody Dirigible!!!

Airships to the Orient. Wind-up rockets to the moon. Goggles, monocles and top-hats. Velcro, spandex and jetpacks.

Steam-powered adventures and rocket-fueled nights.

Romancing the world in a dance of oblivion, we settle for the dreams of another age. A simpler time when Capitalism fought Communism. A more elegant age of colonies and spices.

Escapism from the information deluge with Jules Verne and Asimov. Cyberpunk in the boredom of a child with a tablet pc in its lap.

We've been to the moon and 20,000 leagues under. We've obliterated the atom and mapped the darkest jungle.

Don't rest on Apathy, the god of laziness. Be clever and always pushing limits— fool Father-Time:

Make tomorrow come today.

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