nothin new?

its not that there isn't anything to write about, it's just the contrary
there is too much to "document" and when it comes down to it
its more rewarding to act than to record
one of these days...

a new personal record

i was at a raegae fest for the last two days
and today i have taken two giant shits,
except for that time i had gonorrhea,
i think this is the most i have ever shit in one day
and were talking quality not quantity, well we are talking quantity
were talking quantity of shit not number of times i ran and sprayed
a few ounces of watery sludge in those hard to reach places of the toilet that makes
you get that brush with the kinked neck, no
were talking quantity of quality shit.

Shadow is the greatest

He can do what we all try to do (because try = fail as we must recall)
He can take the individual unique bits of other creations, isolate them, and use them in essence in a setting that is just as gripping if not more gripful than its original context.
He has answered the over idealized question pertaining to all of history regarding the possibility of creating anything “new”
He has sewn pieces of other creations together into a seamless sixty-minute entity of concentrated innovative thought-flowetry, which mos definatley has never existed before.
Rome had no turntables.
But those who deny any modern creation the capacity of uniqueness aren’t arguing if anything new can be created; they are attempting to fathom the moment of creation and are really arguing if anything can be created period
Is a drawing something unique to itself, or is it just an arrangement of graphite on a contrasting surface?
This question is circular, but the argumentative type made the dichotomy in the first place because they refuse to accept that it is just that simple. something so great out of something so simple. they are looking to quantify that intrinsic property of the creation that’s existence is dependant upon the creation and the creative process.
Ultimately they are questioning their own being
are you something independent of your parts, or simply a dynamic balancing of chemicals in a biologicaly consuming/creating machine.
And the questioning isn’t because an answer can’t be found, its because they can’t decide which one they like best. If they accept that creating uniqueness is possible, then responsibility for utilizing that ability, (for good or evil) comes into play. However
If they deny that possibility, the responsibility evaporates, and they volitionally throw themselves back into the futile world of “the shadows of the giants”
and keep listening to the radio
and keep watching t.v.and keep bitching about how nothing new seems to get created.

booya

dj shadow, entroducing
"the tracks go off in this direction"
-storm trooper, starwars episode 4 a new hope
near the beginning when vader sends troops to the planet to investigate the escape pod that r2 and 3po got away in
FACE
that makes four you deaf bitches

revelations?

egyptian myth closely resembles biblical myth, change isis to mary etc...

halo's look like someone standing in front of the sun

obelisks represent a petrified ray of light and were believed to embody the sun god and have rejuvinating effects even into the afterlife.

egyptians would raise obelisks in pairs infront of the entrances to their temples for divine protection, the egyptian word "tejen" had a protective and defensive connotation.

jesus was portrayed leading a the chariots of dawn through the heavens in the mausoleum of the julii in ROME, 3rd century
furthermore
on sarcophagus's from the 3rd century, the ascention of christ scene had jesus's throne siting upon a roof being held up by zeus (with jesus's foot on his head none-the-less)

christianized obelisks in rome have a cross on the top, ontop of where the suncap would be shining.

the ashes of cesar agustus and a few others are in a bronze ball ontop of the obelisk in st. peters plaza, above the obelisk, underneath the cross

byzantine and gothic chruches, typically, have two towers on either side of the western entrance to the church (if the church is of the latin cross format of course)

AMEN is the ancient egyptian sungod

beyond furious

I was in Mannheim again, this time with food in my stomach, and hitting up the museums with fervor. At the last museum I was wondering around I stumbled into a room with an igloo of cement chunks and a wall of 8x10’s. the 8x10’s caught my eye cause they had blue neon lights amongst them.
It had 34 pictures in two rows of 12 over one row of 11.
the first picture is a picture of some sticks on a door step.
inbetween the first and second picture is a neon blue 1.
The second picture is some sticks and squash like vegetables on a glass table inside the house.
Inbetween the second and third picture is a neon blue 1.
the third picture is of more vegetables and stick bull shit inside a white walled house. Inbetween the third and fourth picture is a neon blue 2.
The fouth picture is the next step down the awkward glass table in the hallway bullshit.
Inbetween the fourth and fifth picture is a neon blue 3.
The fifth picture is more bullshit
Inbetween the fifth and six picture is a neon blue 5.

This son of a bitch is attempting to incorporate the fibonacci sequence into his art. Good idea, too bad he’s too fucking uncreative and untalented to express that good idea in a good series of pictures.
His piece’s didn’t incorporate the fundamental ideas that those numbers represent. He got the growth thing, ya easy; but the numbers had nothing to do with the type of growth he captured in his pictures. To begin with, The first and second pictures that were both represented by the same 1, and according to the rest of the sequence should be the same thing inorder to add up to 2, and they weren’t.
He starts to gap the neon lights with fibonacci numbers, ie. Separating the 5 and 8 by two pictures, and the 8 and 13 by three pictures. But he starts at 5 and not at 2 when he should have, I guess having to take so many pictures would have been a bit over whelming for an inspired, void of talent, idea hacking, family pet fucking, creator novus. Especially when your subject matter is complete bullshit just like his means and simultaneous ends.
The worst part was that there was: No statement, No title, No explanation, No justification, no caption, nothing but bullshit pictures in a sequence with neon light.
This mother fucker has taken a good idea and made incomprehensible horse shit out of it, penalties should be created and enforced specifically for him, and his finger that took the pictures.

so i puked in public for the first time yesterday

i was at the mannheim main-trainstation with terry. we just parked and were about to start hoofin it. i hadn't eaten in a day (that was what did me in) we jumped out of the car, i loaded some beers into my backpack threw on my jacket and began to over heat. we walked inside so terry could piss, and every time terry pisses it takes like a whole fucking cigarette.
i put out my cigarette when he came out, we grabbed some chow and began walking topside to find a place to eat. i started walking up this slope to street level with like 30 pounds on my back and my jacket that wasn't nesescary for the weather and successfully walked myself into incapacitating light headdedness.
about half way up i dropped my backpack and fell on the hand rail, terry gave me my time.
then when we tried walking back down to somewhere more apropriate for me to sit on the ground. i broke out in a cold sweat and my body refused to mobilize, i lost it. i tossed whatever i had in my stomach, which was nothing except stomach acid, over the handrail towards the parkinglot for all passersby to see. unfortunately this was not the place to be doing this, apparently the train station has had problems with vagrants and homeless acting like me, so the germans had an eye out for sure.
terry kept telling me to grab my balls and walk with him but i couldn't do it. my sense of hearing and parts of my vision sorta stopped working at this point, which was when this skinhead dude walked up to us. dressed all in black, had gloves in his back pocket and everything; which wouldn't have been so bad if terry wasn't black. so while i was vomiting infront of this dude terry was doing the talking, and i took him squeezing my arm rather violently to be my que to get the fuck out of there. so we slowly walked to the bathroom where i swept myself up.
turns out the guy wasn't a complete skinhead he just worked there, infact he was the dude we had to drive by to get out of the parking lot.