Enter The Heterodont

Longpast morphing this dormant blog into one about proper pork preparation, my battle with DFW, humanGROWTHand/or the influence of mold on the hominid immune system, I will opt to offer the odd found viewing HERE (due to my inability to disclose/share/be intimate with strangers and non-strangers and mostly for the absence of minutes this will be me primary off'rings going forward)


MEEt the NEW B055 HERE

what has gotten into/out of/away/closer to me?

Hello friends - and at a crossroads I opt for brevity - hence the readdition of the TWEET FEED.

other projects ciphon my juice leaving me only the orgiastic burst of a spare twitter in most Seinfeld/Rooney fashion (NOTE: Sarah spelled "Seinfeld" for me in about 1/3 of a second). one particular post/SUNEATERS project I'm currently enamored with is a suite of songs I'm sketching w comrades as a quasiBIO Concept songscenecollection based on the life of the founder of the Sybaris motel chain. The late KEN KNUDSON was a fascinating (and deadly) man. More on this to follow.

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confess

seriously, what's the point?

my 15 minutes were over in 5th grade when i met son of svengooli and waved to passers-by from the back seat of an oldsmobile convertible during the pet parade. now, the highlight of the day is the first hour.
S and I slated to sing/play guits etc in a wedding today. I am passing through what must be my 10th cold this season. A state of perpetual snottt. and having it moved into my chest, wrecking harmonies as it moves has moved me to force hack the cluttering force aggressively until showtime. I am undoubtedly heading for hernia and a vascular incident trying to purge the elephant standing on my chest.

Poetry only seemed appropriate when i was in-patient
I chastise others for following celebrity gossip but i subscribe to a celeb dirt twitter feed.

there is a man i work near who sometimes signs his emails with the wrong first initial. his name begins with an 'M.' He often signs his email (mistakenly?) with an 'N.' He also never uses spell-check and unashamedly farts openly in his cube. He is definitely insane. He wears a pro-life rubber bracelet, eats three or four packages of mentos a day and always has a stack of oranges and paper towels laid out on his work surface. He is for sure insane. Only the insane (in America) would fart so proudly, so openly with no regard for surrounding community & their standards.


I'm starting to think i don't like to talk after 4pm. i definitely don't like to talk when i watch baseball or type. anyone who calls me a friend knows they haven't received a call from me maybe ever. I'm not sure where my contempt for evening & telephone talking began. i was so happy to discover texting. I feel so much closer to my friends now. Talking to them would ruin it.

things have gotten better once i accepted the fact i will always be poor. not sure whether it is better to have had money and then lost it, or to have never had it to begin with. either/or poor it is. think you have more deja vus when you're poor. you can't afford fresh experiences.

hi holiday

jean luc

Godard in America (1970), Part II

youtube has the whole batch - very good
part I
part III
part IV
part V

der (Zwei-)Kampf

would you ///OR/// would you not recommend me yelling "slow down fucking asshole" to the hipsters from down the block who ride their tiny, horrifically loud tmotorcycle with their greasy hair, flat, ironic moustaches and ultra light cigarettes back and forth in front of my house just as the baby is laid down for the night. im fairly confident i )))could fuck up the spindly d-bags and their badboy tatts if they turned and got uppity with me. after all i'm protecting my cub... and her sleep. really they just look fucking stupid and +++>

need to be slapped down to raise their self-awareness. plus it's just damn loud like someone holding a leaf blower to your head while you try to read the reader's digest... pissin on the zen of my reflection on the soul-murdering corpo world in which i exist 40-50 hrs perweekum. for fux sake, i hardly drink anyMO. just give me your quiet.. boys>>>go back indoors where you spent your adolescence, play your video games, start your derivative band and argue over your fave suicidegirl and leav me to my cold glass of water, Tom Ze records and orange afternoon setting suns.

happy st patrick's day - the Paris Hilton of pseudo-holidays

bezpodstawny

how long should i let my HAIR grow?
~@#~@#~

A Sun-Eater is a living nebula with the ability to drain whole stars of all their energy; this snuffs out the star and causes its solar system to freeze (and all living beings in it to die.) The Sun-Eaters were created by the alien Controllers as a way to destroy entire worlds that they judged to be too "evil." Each Sun-Eater is kept in a dormant state until needed, watched over by a Controller.

ive been reading a lot of books about shipwrecks, perhaps trying to avoid the conscious version of, it

cog

i'm not sure we shouldCONTINUE seeing each other like this

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.4
When we say “mother” in poems,

we usually mean some woman in her late twenties

or early thirties trying to raise a child.

We use this particular noun

to secure the pathos of the child’s point of view

and to hold her responsible.

verwondering

Richard Avedon's 1979 Wonderbra Commercial

is there a dog days of winter? i am trying to make it up to my dog that sometimes i get irritated with his size, his curiosity and then his size again. he is a good feller with a wholesome heart whose only objective is to secure that which I just dropped. How noble a beast?

Did I mention that sometimes MY JOB is really bloody awful? recently it///is. cl oc kw at ch in g

and then there's somewhat persistent sickness children bring. get friggin used to it, il capo.

pardner is scripting wills for i/her/family. she emphasizes the most nurturing to receive gigi. i emphasize those with access to best restaurants... !


I like bulgur. im putting it in practically everything. same with oatmeal.

i will be lucky if i make it to 830p tonight... not die but trying to finally finish the diminutive Steve Martin stand up bio.

what does it say that after years of fear and loathing of sleep, i love it so. StockholmSyndrome?

ahh choo, bulgur's done, here boy, zzz, i'm not going to die, punch-in

YUIYUI

вода

john cage on a 1960s game show

on the precipice of almost constant sleep things are watery and unserious. not a lot of thought goes into much other than when next and why not.


i MUST say that those who had children before me did me the great disservice on not explaining in great detail how fucking rad it is.


Gigi had her 6month and was rated in the 75% OF ALL (height/weight/skull) with "highly advanced" motor skills - she can already play augmented chords)

lei non è mio padre

paul slocum "you're not my father"

in summation...

i am so stoked a Populist Caucus has been started in DC. Way to go Dems cornering the market on the market that's always been yours but got clouded in GOP family values & manipulation and needless wedge issues.

Washington, DC – Populist Caucus Chair Rep. Bruce Braley (D-Iowa) will join other founding members to officially launch the Populist Caucus in a press conference on Thursday. The Populist Caucus is the only caucus in Congress focused solely on addressing middle class economic issues. The caucus aims to bring members of Congress together by rallying around six key middle class issues: creating good-paying jobs; cutting taxes for the middle class; affordable healthcare; quality, affordable education; fair trade; and protecting consumers.


A cat and a six month old baby are among my best friends.

My favorite word today, "CHANGARAI." Say it!


TTT

crash

According to Rep. Paul Kanjorski (D) (PA-11), in mid-September of 2008, the United States of America came just three hours away from the collapse of the entire economy. In a span of 2 hours, $550 billion was drawn out of money market accounts in an electronic run on the banks.

Rep. Kanjorski: "It would have been the end of our economic system and our political system as we know it."

Kanjorski's bombshell begins to detonate at roughly 2:10 into the video.

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cabeza

paul insect

i've had many of these headaches lately. i think it's chronic dehydration from my neo-bikram 5am treadmill endeavours every morning. anyfck, it's preventing a lot, namely quality interaction with family & friend, work productivity, volume rocking and turnt me into a surly TWAT.

the pardner thinks it be HBP flare but i tell you friend I drank 96 oz of water today in a short period of time and the pain faded (only to return after a 1/3 glass er pinotNOIR).

SO love ya! bebacksoon

glimma

chunter I were prepping a full on serenade for some Aprile nuptials and this thought popped into my mind as I fumbled through the wild horses chords - what is the best Rolling Stones ballad? you ask me... well personally no expectations from beggars banquet gets my vote... but there are champ contenders - she smiled sweetly,,, angie,,, as tears go by,,, sister morphine even ===}}}


cast yr vote //// add a candidate. this is democracy.. oh! and tell a brother why your candidate means something to you...


... bbbecause there are two types of people in this gnarly world: Stones fans and Beatles fans.

spännande

twas a little dour today and that's when Hen typically makes an appearance with his irreverence and knack for securing the odd nut.

it's my true pleasure to convey...

Swedish Dance Bands of the 1970s

MORE MORE MORE!!!

hjerte

sigmar polke

i get up at 5 <> and walk and watch news. eat 2 hardboiled eggs. shower.


work many hours.


fade swiftly and become irrascible


at 3 or 2 and now at 7p i do math and tally a sum 567 calories eaten today. pardner suggests maybe im a little overzealous re losing babyweight & limiTED calorie intake is responsible for 1) fatigue and/or B) irritability...


...so i couldn't make it through a commanding 9hr workday and slinked home early to a grumpy nap full of writhe n turn (n hooch). by THE end of the week this m=>F EARLY amwalk/work is grinding away at whatlittlesoul remains resulting in a weekend of rehab n apathy. ah but wasn't that what the founding fathers (of unions) had in mind for the Sat/Sun? a quasi-sabbat where movies git watched n meats git roasted n unmentionables git laundered... all contrary to my guilt-rich protestant grooming where if one tis not active, one is not valuable in the eyes of GOD. ergo never ever able to be uninvolved or sit still without purpose contrasts with insufficient fuel to be so...


i never get bored. boredom is for those who _______________________ . my pardner & her father worry about me accompanying them on their annual summer camp outing surrounded by nature sin wifi sin beers jes nature n water n friendlies. I LOOK FORWARD TO IT. tho, troof is, nature scares me. what was the (smog)callahan line? ::: When i walk the city streets at night I'm scared shitless. When i walk the country roads at night I'm scared shitless. But still i go out 'cause i get so restless. (pure gold).


how those borne/raised/resigned to sub/urban living idealize the healing power of sense-depriving nature. i do this... me, one who gets angry when the dog gets mud on the floor tiles. i did my time among the tics n varmits n possum. i cherished it,,, treasure now,,,


THIS just in~~~> Dick CHENEY is 68 today. Just 68? The VP now Lionel Barrymore is that old?.? he looks in his late 70s. The MOrale::: Take care of your ticker, friends and frenemies.

baba

eduardo recife

something about wednesday.. i turn into A titanium coated, inconsolable bitch like clockwerk, every 3rd workday

nem e sis @ work fired ~ now at least i get credit for doing nem e sis's job now that it's b33n reassigned to me.

ive become a huge fan {{quickyl}} of the Food Network's CHOPPED. overlooking my consipracymindset suggesting the most reprehensible, unsavory character and/or homosexual always wins {{week => week}} Tuesday's episode was truly Greek. the stuff of classic drama. a tru antagonist -- sexist/arrogant/talented/unaware of his thick obnoxiousness -- and the protagonist,,, filled with sadness//unluck//caringlovingdoting father searching for place in an uncompromising city. YOU know who wins and YES there were tears. admittedly some were mine. an avocado mousse and justice brought the water.

first vonnegut, then DFW and now UPDIKE

one of my favorites on one of his favorites <nicholson baker on updike, via U and I>


I wanted so much to have the assured touch, the adjectival resourcefulness, that Updike had in all his occasional writings; for though early on he eloquently disparaged the "undercooked quality of prose written to order," the truth was that some of his finest moments were to be found in the aforementioned introductions, award-acceptance speeches, answers to magazine surveys, the last sentences of reviews (like the one that leaps blurb-driven, to memory concerning Nabokov's Glory: "in its residue of bliss experienced, and in its charge of bliss conveyed, Glory measures up as, though the last to arrive, far from the least of this happy man's Russian novels" — terrifying mastery!), prefaces to his own writings, dedications (like the one that I think about all the time, in Problems and Other Stories, to his children, which includes the phrase "with the curve of sad time it subtends" — imagine him applying high school geometry to the mess of his own divorce in such a perfect figure!): those incidental forms that induce his verbal tact to close around some uncomfortable chip of reality even as it reaches to reawaken our dulled sense of why certain conventions (like book dedications) or stock phrases (like "last but not least") exist and what limber life can be found in them; those forms whose mastery seems to me to be more convincing proof of the spontaneity of true talent, its irrepressive oversupply, than any single masterpiece is; and forms which for emulous younger writers can be more important as objects of study than the triple-deckers they besprinkle, because they are clues to the haberdashery of genius, its etiquette, its points of specific contact with recognizable obligations of life, independent of some single lucky choice of subject that bigger forms such as the novel demand.


and @ moment of this posting a R-LOpoptext says: we are losing that very wonderful generation of writers awfully quickly now.


my first thought in reading this: we have no one to replace them .[ NO HEIRS ].
ask anyone under 25 who their favorite writer is... who wrote those fuckin TWILIGHT asswipes... ?


i CANnot recommend this guys design work enough & & & FREE FONTS Geeks!


they make it so you can't shaKE HANDS, when they make your hands shake...

David Berman calls it quits, lambastes father on Drag City website

>>>from the annals of post-addict extreme behavior MONTHLY, Herr David Berman airs dirty laundry and attempts to exorcise Oedipal demons by slicing the wrists of the Silver Jews and embarking on a one-poet's crusade versus, wait for it, his scumbag lobbyist father. Hmmm... noble, yes. world changing, no. Seems 2 me this Berman needs to write more/bitch less. Evil exists, sometimes squatting on the family tree branch just above us. YOU want to make the world a better place? Sing YOUR songs /// write YOUR poems and accept the presence of evil as necessary.

newman

I'm a supporter of gay rights. And not a closet supporter either. From the time I was a kid, I have never been able to understand attacks upon the gay community. There are so many qualities that make up a human being... by the time I get through with all the things that I really admire about people, what they do with their private parts is probably so low on the list that it is irrelevant.

paul NEWMAN (1925 - 2008) => happy birthday

mõõdukus

jenny holzer

i'm a relatively uninteresting human being. odd how important it is to be interesting. if you're not interesting you are as good as dead }==> rocks in your pockets, holding down the bottom of the lake.

Old friend,
perhaps we work too hard
at being remembered. 

(ted kooser)

this is bipolar winter 65/25/65/25

my food abatement has shown little results thus far ++ pants a .... >>>> little looser...// move a little quicker// becoming regimented and dogmatic about what i eat. typically when you have addicts that aspire to some new endeavor, a new way of living with it comes a strong dogma!!!!self-righteousness >>>once again demonstrating the elusiveness of moderation. I.E. pardner does nieces service by buying girl's scout cookies and hiding in basement deep freeze indefinitely (((***so I DONT hafta see y thus be temptee-d***))) but upon discovery, the devil of excess takes the wheel ~~~ THESE SHALL NEVER ENttttteeer this house again! Like a Stoppard rant.


i i i should buy a new house. one where temperance is paint & pipes & roof & nails.


JAH help me find the middle path - the one where the lbs poof away /stat\ and the inclination to lecture n judge is a mosquito.


GIGI has begun to issue a gleeful/overjoyed blood-curtling scream UPON WAKING every morning from her domicile ==> to announce to the world, her dogs & cats, her parents and neighbors than she's not afraid of NUTHIN' & ready for all things futurely. despite it's positive meaning, to Ma y Da the sheer volume and pitch of the scream shoots both from bed n sheet to feet. whatthefuckwasthat?!?!?


(SIDEBAR ~ have you ever loved something so much you wanted to claw your eyes out so you never had any visual memory other than that loved thing?)

i had a dream i could bend neon tubing with my mind

SO i drink this one to moderationYadoration
Ypersistence
Ybeneficence

i just listened to Gillian's Welch's song "I'm Not Afraid To Die" 4x conseckutively


WHAT DO YOU LOOK FORWARD TO EVERYDAY?


is this blog becoming too Jenny Holzer?

grå (gromley)

As the hood of winter falls over our eyes, we look for a wordmaster, a crafter of sound & emotion to express that which we hold deep inside, trapped deep. For when the words fall short, and the tears cease to convey the depth of our pain, we turn to artists like Gromley.


When he says it, it makes sense...






In the name of brighter days, hope, the blossom...





we take hands and we take flight...TOGETHER

thanks Hen

Olajuwon

Happy Birthday Hakeem! You ARE the low post.

YOU are sorely missed. 46