Japan Ministry of Defense’s spherical flying machine
Chris Knight’s “Filed under ‘H’ for toy” flyer from Real Genius
by Chris Barrus
Japan Ministry of Defense’s spherical flying machine
Chris Knight’s “Filed under ‘H’ for toy” flyer from Real Genius
According to Extend NY, if the Manhattan street grid was extended to my house I would be living near the corner of W. 14575 Ave. and S. 19937 St.
Time for another installment of “Things I found on the Internet a decade ago.” It’s entirely possible that this originated from Chunklet…
So do you all have enough indie credit for the platinum card? This is gonna show up in a zine soon…..
Found on USENET years ago…
[FROM THE JERRY SPRINGER SHOW] Todd: Hi, Jerry.
Jerry: (reading from card) So, Todd, you’re here to tell your girlfriend something. What is it?
Todd: Well, Jerry, my girlfriend Ursula and I have been going out for three years now. We did everything together. We were really inseparable. But then she discovered post-Marxist political and literary theory, and it’s been nothing but fighting ever since.
Jerry: Why is that?
Todd: You see, Jerry, I’m a traditional Cartesian rationalist. I believe that the individual self, the “I” or ego is the all metaphysics. She, on the other hand, believes that the contemporary self is a socially constructed, multi-faceted subjectivity reflecting the political and economic realities of late capitalist consumerist discourse.
Crowd: Ooooohhhh!
Todd: I know! I know! Is that infantile, or what?
Jerry: So what do you want to tell her today?
Todd: I want to tell her that unless she ditches the post-modernism, we’re through. I just can’t go on having a relationship with a woman who doesn’t believe I exist.
Jerry: Well, you’re going to get your chance. Here’s Ursula!
Ursula storms onstage and charges up to Todd.
Ursula: Patriarchal colonizer!
She slaps him viciously. Todd leaps up, but the security guys pull them apart before things can go any further.
Ursula: Don’t listen to him! Logic is a male hysteria! Rationality equals oppression and the silencing of marginalized voices!
Todd: The classical methodology of rational dialectic is our only road to truth! Don’t try to deny it!
Ursula: You and your dialectic! That’s how it’s been through our whole relationship, Jerry. Mindless repetition of the post-Enlightenment meta-narrative. “You have to start with radical doubt, Ursula.” “Post-structuralism is just classical sceptical thought re-cast in the language of semiotics, Ursula.”
Crowd: Booo! Booo!
Jerry: Well, Ursula, come on. Don’t you agree that the roots of contemporary neo-Leftism simply have to be sought in Enlightenment political philosophy?
Ursula: History is the discourse of powerful centrally located voices marginalizing and de-scribing the sub-altern!
Todd: See what I have to put up with? Do you know what it’s like living with someone who sees sex as a metaphoric demonstration of the anti-feminist violence implicit in the discourse of the dominant power structure? It’s terrible. She just lies there and thinks of Andrea Dworkin. That’s why we never do it any more.
Crowd: Wooooo!
Ursula: You liar! Why don’t you tell them how you haven’t been able to get it up for the past three months because you couldn’t decide if your penis truly had essential Being, or was simply a manifestation of Mind?
Todd: Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ursula: It’s true!
Jerry: Well, I don’t think we’re going to solve this one right away. Our next guests are Louis and Tina. And Tina has a little confession to make!
Louis and Tina come onstage. Todd and Ursula continue bickering in the background.
Jerry: Tina, you are… (reads cards) … an existentialist, is that right?
Tina: That’s right, Jerry. And Louis is, too.
Jerry: And what did you want to tell Louis today?
Tina: Jerry, today I want to tell him…
Jerry: Talk to Louis. Talk to him.
Crowd hushes.
Tina: Louis… I’ve loved you for a long time…
Louis: I love you, too, Tina.
Tina: Louis, you know I agree with you that existence precedes essence, but…well, I just want to tell you I’ve been reading Nietzsche lately, and I don’t think I can agree with your egalitarian politics anymore.
Crowd: Wooooo! Woooooo!
Louis: (shocked and disbelieving) Tina, this is crazy. You know that Sartre clarified all this way back in the 40’s.
Tina: But he didn’t take into account Nietzsche’s radical critique of democratic morality, Louis. I’m sorry. I can’t ignore the contradiction any longer!
Louis: You got these ideas from Victor, didn’t you? Didn’t you?
Tina: Don’t you bring up Victor! I only turned to him when I saw you were seeing that dominatrix! I needed a real man! An Uber-man!
Louis: (sobbing) I couldn’t help it. It was my burden of freedom. It was too much!
Jerry: We’ve got someone here who might have something to add. Bring out…Victor!
Victor enters. He walks up to Louis and sticks a finger in his face.
Victor: Louis, you’re a classic post-Christian intellectual. Weak to the core!
Louis: (through tears) You can kiss my Marxist ass, Reactionary Boy!
Victor: Herd animal!
Louis: Lackey!
Louis throws a chair at Victor; they lock horns and wrestle. The crowd goes wild. After a long struggle, the security guys pry them apart.
Jerry: Okay, okay. It’s time for questions from the audience. Go ahead, sir.
Audience member: Okay, this is for Tina. Tina, I just wanna know how you can call yourself an existentialist, and still agree with Nietzsche’s doctrine of the Ubermensch. Doesn’t that imply a belief in intrinsic essences that is in direct contradiction with the fundamental principles of existentialism?
Tina: No! No! It doesn’t. We can be equal in potential, without being equal in eventual personal quality. It’s a question of Becoming, not Being.
Audience member: That’s just disguised essentialism! You’re no existentialist!
Tina: I am so!
Audience member: You’re no existentialist!
Tina: I am so an existentialist, bitch!
Ursula stands and interjects.
Ursula: What does it [bleep] matter? Existentialism is just a cover for late capitalist anti-feminism! Look at how Sartre treated Simone de Beauvoir!
Women in the crowd cheer and stomp.
Tina: [Bleep] you! Fat-ass Foucaultian ho!
Ursula: You only wish you were smart enough to understand Foucault, bitch!
Tina: You the bitch!
Ursula: No, you the bitch!
Tina: Whatever! Whatever!
Jerry: We’ll be right back with a final thought! Stay with us!
Commercial break for debt-consolidation loans, ITT Technical Institute, and Psychic Alliance Hotline.
Jerry: Hi! Welcome back. I just want to thank all our guests for being here, and say that I hope you’re able to work through your differences and find happiness, if indeed happiness can be extracted from the dismal miasma of warring primal hormonal impulses we call human relationship.
(turns to the camera)
Well, we all think philosophy is just fun and games. Semiotics, deconstruction, Lacanian post-Freudian psychoanalysis, it all seems like good, clean fun. But when the heart gets involved, all our painfully acquired metaphysical insights go right out the window, and we’re reduced to battling it out like rutting chimpanzees. It’s not pretty. If you’re in a relationship, and differences over the fundamental principles of your respective subjectivities are making things difficult, maybe it’s time to look for someone new, someone who will accept you and the way your laughably limited human intelligence chooses to codify and rationalize the chaos of existence. After all, in the absence of a clear, unquestionable revelation from God, that’s all we’re all doing anyway. So remember: take care of yourselves-and each other.
I’m sure the inevitable “lets play all of Murmur” ATP show is already being scheduled, but I’m going to momentarily set aside the cynicsim. They were a Big Deal for me back then and I’d still argue now that their first five album run is one of the best by any band ever. I haven’t really listened to them much since… I probably should give them all a relisten.
I was fortunate enough to see them several times back in the day. Watching this is a flashback of the highest order.
I still try out new guitars by playing “Sitting Still.”
Eighty years ago, Glendale’s Grand Central Airport was the main airport for Los Angeles and a large landing beacon needed to be installed in an easily seen place. Enter a big hill at the eastern edge of Griffith Park and there you have it: Beacon Hill.
The beacon (and the airport) are long gone, but the Hill is still there of course – imposing itself over I-5, the golf course, the zoo, *and* my office window. I don’t really have to twist my neck at all, just move my eyes and there it is impliciting saying “climb me! climb me!” So on Saturday I did…
That compilation of World Trade Center movie clips is missing my favorite one: the ending scene of Sid & Nancy where a possibly already-dead Sid dances with the disco kids.
(World Trade Center in Movies has a lot more)
Twelve years after I got kicked out of Windows On The World for wearing jeans, one of my favorite bands played a show there:
and the full show:
In all these years, I’ve never had a video made of anything I’ve worked on. Until now.
One more car video for now. The Nürburgring in Germany is one of the most feared and challenging tracks in the world. Andreas Gülden is the chief instructor of the ‘Ring’s driving school. Ride along with him for a lap and full speed – in the rain.
As the Autoblog guy said, the resulting footage is a master class in car control.”