thevillagers' Journal

11:26am: Radiohead, REinterpreted. Explanatory.

11:25am: Radiohead, REinterpreted. Explanatory.

1:13am: Humankind is not the race of rational animals, it is, on the other hand, the race of bestial rationalists.

12:17am: 56 Days.

8:26pm: This is my brief, public statement that I DID NOT VOTE FOR SCHWARZENEGGER.

Thank you.

(Dear Toni, expect to see me soon--would you mind, perhaps, if I stayed for the next three years? If not you, Alia? Please?)

Another brief side note: I am at a friend's house watching the election results and she is on the phone with her mother, who runs a polling place from the garage of her home in Orange County (LA area). Her mother says that at her location they RAN OUT OF BALLOTS. They were also out of ballots at all of the surrounding polling places. The news has yet to mention this phenomenon...

Scandal.

In other news, there is a proposition on the ballot for the unification of California and Florida into a new state "Califlornia." Proponents site the fact that "California and Florida are both next to, what is really, the same ocean, when you think about it." and similar election philosophies.

12:16am: uh... please, *please* don't believe I swing *this* way...
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11:23am: another mildly amusing quiz result

what's your inner flower?

[c] sugardew

9:18am: Self-explanatory

6:51pm: domo arigatoo gozaimashita
Thank you very, very much for all those who contributed to the send Gene to AX fund. Your donations are greatly appreciated, you've made a lot of anime fans happy--and they need the cheering up!

10:05am: scandelously (SIC) shameless!
Ok, kids! For those of you that know about the collection funds, ("buy gene new front speakers" and, more famously, "buy gene a veyron") I am proud to announce that a new fund has been started! No longer focusing on frivolities and crazy schemes to get $800,000 (american) automobiles, this fund is born out of true necessity and has a very good chance of succeeding with your help! The name of this new philanthropic endeavour? It is the "help buy gene a ticket to SoCal so he can got to AX and fulfill his staff obligations" fund! We only need to raise $50 (american), but we need to do so quickly before ticket prices go up!

Contributions can be made to my paypal account: thevillagersid@yahoo.com

Thank you.

10:06pm: You open your mouth and your voice is the brass and the fury--as though the banshees had ascended and joining the choir of angels began again, with renewed vigor and newly-found sanctity, to sing--as far as their ethereal lungs would allow them. (!)Until the room is filled; the house is filled; the street trembles and beginning to convulse, shakes the dust from its shoulders and winds in upon itself and us, wrapping us in its bosom.--with the closeness and affection of two friends who no longer have need for each other.

(What brilliance in the Spanish exclamation point! How impoverished in comparison is that mark of ours which, not coming until the end of the sentence, is left to trickle back--as far as it is able.)

6:38pm: Yes, Alex, I would like Heiddegger for $500.

11:13pm: Out of the morning, a dusty november. An afternoon came crawling away from the bushes towards where we and it would rain. All of this in a cold water flat on east 54th, which, if it sounds real, isn’t. You should know this as you stand by the heater—-steam—- and wonder about your toes and the slinking chill that comes across them in the night after we’ve made love, cheaply, abruptly, with borrowed tools: on my old pull out couch. A sofa, but not tan, not long, not... but it makes me think of that aesthetic you dreamt in on 32nd. The sideways alleyway gallery we'd seen too many times and in which hung your work. All of this, burned sombrero brown, dusty corduroy, into my mind.

3:18pm: Zwei Stücke von Heines Schöpfungslieder / Two pieces of Heine's "Creation-leader"
Und der Gott sprach zu dem Teufel:
Ich, der Herr, kopier mich selber,
Nach der Sonne mach ich Sterne,
Nach den Ochsen mach ich Kälber,
Nach den Löwen mit den Tatzen
Mach ich kleine liebe Katzen,
Nach den Menschen mach ich Affen;
Aber du kannst gar nichts schaffen.

[And God spoke to the Devil,
I, the Lord, copy my self,
After the sun, I make stars,
After the oxen, I make calves,
After the lions with their paws,
I make small, beloved cats,
After men, I make the apes,
However, you can not create.]


Krankheit ist wohl der letzte Grund
Des ganzen Schöpferdrangs gewesen;
Erschaffend konnte ich genesen,
Erschaffend wurde ich gesund.

[Diesease was the most basic ground
of my creative urge and stress;
creating, I could convalesce,
creating I again grew sound.]

For better or worse, the first translation is my own; the second I lifted from Walter Kaufmann. My translation is a more direct rendering of its passage, but I couldn't really argue with his translation in its place.

10:41am: Marnie Best.

You be the judges, kids.

11:38pm: Procrastination: Kanji is the devil.

Furthermore, you should all rush out and pick up a copy of Emily... er... Elizabeth Dewberry Vaughn's book "Many things have happened since he died"; I believe that she's been forgotten.

9:52pm: Look! I'm trilingual... sort of...
Der Magen sagt: Moo.

In case it slips my mind later, that the german word for stomach contains the verb "I want" is perhaps the coolest linguistic novelty ever.

Except for たこ "tako" meaning: 1) octopus 2) kite 3) callus or corn, which brings us to 4) (and I had to look this one up) A corn tortilla folded around a filling such as ground meat or cheese

P.S. Anyone silly enough to make the reading of this rag a regular habit is best advised to install japanese text support, so that when I go off on digressive fits of linguistic bravado you at least know that I'm doing so.

7:06pm: disgurgitation
today's entry: The days, of orange and white, like long californian silk screens of the sun filter by.

There, now I've got that out.

5:46pm: 日本の音楽 er... well sorta
日本人は”Bob Marley”を歌いていますか?
変だよ。

10:53pm: "epikeratophakia gave her a living contact lens"

10:47pm: As to my last entry:

Word.

9:49pm: You are .... 100% Epicurial. Stop taking your own quiz, you dork.

How epicurial are you?
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7:02pm: New.
Today my computer ate the cat. The cat had done nothing.

CAT:

Computer: *eats the cat*

And that was how it went. It was a wonder to behold and most likely historic as well.
This is the “beginning.”
Word.
Statement of intent:…diary? NO…expression? NO… aestheics? NO!
Summary of statement: NO.
Abstract of statement: on dairy, ex ion, opression……… non aesthetics.
That last bit was unintentional, I’m sorry.
The beginning is unforgivable, the project doomed.