I don’t really have anything to say in a blog post today. So I’ll leave you with this comic.
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Just an intimate moment from the end and beginning of a ruined world somewhere.
Earlier today I was thinking how content I was that we had heat, not like before in Brooklyn where our area was walled off from the radiators cuz…Evil Hippie Cult logic.
When the radiators were even working anyway.
Tomorrow I’m taking part in this public Thelemic ritual.
Does this late night TV ad run outside of the NYC/NJ area? The one with the all-American Doublemint twin types who are supposed to make you think about phone sex and masturbating and max out your credit card, but instead make me think about cannibalism?
I think I started making myself numb to the holiday season when it started become more associated with pressure than joy, but it also doesn’t really matter to me because I’m pretty content these days overall. Like, this is really my life now, and that’s amazing.
…since I doubt I’ll be able to afford non-neutral privatized internet. But while I’m on here I can talk about our performances in Pennsylvania this weekend.
Saturday December 16th in Easton PA, there will be a reading and multimedia slideshow for World War 3’s Fight Fascism! issue, which I believe is widely available as of this Wednesday. This will take place at Book & Puppet Co. and other presenters will be Seth Tobocman, Sandy Jimenez, and Rebecca Migdal. Also I should point out, since the comic I drew in this issue is actually a collaborative effort between me and Eric and he wrote the story, he’ll be doing the actual reading while I volca-drone.
Also Saturday night we’ll have enough of the Urchestra in one place with instruments and vox to perform Schwitter’s Ur Sonate, cuz that’s what we do.
Me and Eric are below Canal for a Feral House party with Christine Von Royce and Tommy Turner. Seeing Bush Tetras play. Remembering the Baby Doll (a s#!+hole), now some yuppie wine bar (even bigger s#!+hole).
So today I find that we have a week of down time before a weekend of shows and book promotion for the new WW3 in PA. (Barring Armageddon. Daniel Ellsberg tweeted something about Trump treating North Korea like his own Bay of Pigs or something. Except who has Russia for a sugar daddy now???) Can I do something constructive in this time?It seems more likely if I tell myself that hope is empty and don’t think too much about it, that it will happen.
Come see my devious triptych of Dementia drawings on display for this triumphant season of Solar rebirth!
But for now, let me hit post and go back to existential ruminations.