neon patches of wildflowers

When I got to the library, a girl in the coffee shop said, "Nah, I'd marry Bill Cosby over Bill Clinton." The guy working with her asked, a little incredulously, "Over Funkadelic Bill Clinton?" and she said, "Yep, over Funkadelic Bill Clinton." I was going to look up and image for "funkadelic bill clinton" but elsewhere someone put up "zombie cosby" and so the pattern emerges.


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The walk to the library is now one mile exactly.

Mark Richard, The Ice at the Bottom of the World
Adebisi Shank, This Is the Album of a Band Called Adebisi Shank
Blind Idiot God, Undertow
Santo & Johnny, Volume Secondo
Praxis, Profanation: Preparation for a Coming Darkness
John Zorn, What Thou Wilt
Erik Friedlander, Maldoror

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At night, stray dogs come up underneath our house to lick our leaking pipes.
- from "Strays"

Mark Richard's stories are furtile ground for thought but his sentences are neon patches of wildflowers. They go like this except down and cut across and get stuck and then you have to get out in the muddy, stuck parts and you might not make it but you probably will but the person with you won't. But it will be pretty even when it isn't.


Santo & Johnny, "Sleepwalk"

I got an email this morning about a band called Adebisi Shank, particularly about their second album, This Is the Second Album of a Band Called Adebisi Shank but only a few songs were available to me, so I'm instead listening to their first album, titled This Is the Album of a Band called Adebisi Shank. The OZ refernce almost killed it for me, but the artfully aggro, transpunk, jazz-tinged, surfin'-on-no-wave grind of the band, plus the Conceptual Art 101 album titles won me over. Words do matter, I guess. Also, it is the kind of music I would make if I could make that kind of music.

So here we are really feeling bad about what we finally ended up doing to Vic's horse Buster, us drinking about it in the First Flight Lounge after we called Vic's wife at home and she said Un huh and Nunt uh to the sideways questions we asked her about Vic being home yet, trying to feel out how bad was the tragedy, and her hanging up not saying goodbye, and us wondering did she always do that and then us realizing we'd never talked to her on the telephone before.
- from "Happiness of the Garden Variety"

Blind Idiot God, "Wailingwall"

Praxis (Featuring Iggy Pop), "Furies" (MP3 stream)

Our dad is out in the car listening to the radio scores because the power is off to the TV. We know not to bother him.
- from "This Is Us, Excellent"

Edited to add: last night on Man v. Food, host Adam Richman was inspired out of the blue (because he said this one place's chili had the consistency of pudding) to do an extended Bill Cosby impersonation, so that's three unrelated mentions of Bill Cosby in one day. My advice is to avoid pudding for at least 24 hours.