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Thursday, April 20, 2006


actually, that isn't all...i'm trying to talk stu into a collaborative effort on his site, tuned for details on that.


obviously, i haven't been on top of this thing...i think i need a change of scenery...


i will be contributing to college hero ryan brennan's new website (when ya feel the funk drippin out your buttcheeks) ...i will be doing a weekly blog/column 'brohammer's corner', and plan on doing book reviews and the like...

that is all


Wednesday, April 05, 2006

king, queen, knave

As I sat in the laundromat, quietly reading and waiting for the skidmarks in my unmentionables to disappear, I couldn't help but notice an epic struggle of the highest order forming not ten feet from my person. It involved three precocious youths, a toy monkey, some imaginary full-auto hand cannons, and an aspiring dread queen.

Any trip to the 24 hour laundromat near my house in Williamsburg is never complete without a small gang of local brats running around and screaming and throwing whatever is handy in arbitrary directions. I watched the nascent power struggle forming between the young boy (who objected to being designated a 'bad guy' in their imaginary game) and the prematurely large and domineering white girl, who was not concerned so much with good and evil so much as solidifying her spot at the top of this imaginary game's hierarchy (FINE YOU CAN BE A GOOD GUY BUT I'M THE EVIL PRINCESS THEN!)

Our young champion preemptively hamstrung her attempts at adolescent totalitarianism by announcing 'I don't want to play this stupid game'.

Crestfallen, she grumbled something and tossed the toy monkey (which was somehow a central issue) off behind the Snapple machine. Realizing, with dismay, that her gesture was futile, she immediately ran after her discarded primate and presumably made amends.

I went outside for a smoke and thought about how little people change during the course of their silly lives.

Monday, April 03, 2006

i swear...

i'm getting really tired of this shit...

this dude at timeout sometimes brings in cookies/cupcakes...things of this nature...

he will actually go and hand one out to everyone in the area but me, as i am an intern and not really worthy of notice. this has happened more than once. dude, didn't they ever teach you in school not to chew gum unless you had enough for everybody? (looking back, i really feel like i should have brought 20-30 sticks of gum to preempt my teachers; i'd love to have another go at them)

i just think that is rude. and if there is one thing i cannot abide, it is rudeness. rudeness or herpes.

anne, i think, feels bad for me and doesn't eat her cookie and later offers it to me, under the pretense of cutting sweets out of her diet. i think i know the truth, anne, and your kindness does not go unnoticed.

i'm thinking of writing an essay chronicling (sp?) the rise and fall of richard and karl marx...two men, destined for failure. they were connected in more ways than they could ever know.

time for baseball season.

ask me about fantasy baseball (yahoo league - capitalism: the unknown ideal)

Monday, March 27, 2006


mmm . . .
hello, marthur and drewseph.
i got in to work at 9ish
and have done very little in the past couple hours . . .
i made an excel spreadsheet for a proposed budget for my cross-country trip . . .
that was fun.
anyhow . . .
i made a mental note to myself on saturday
to finish up what i meant to say about the story of Job:
so . . .
anything i was saying about religion
is merely my interpretation of things
and not what i believe people should believe.
that'd be "muy ridiculoso", as my cousin, Kevinito Rodriguez-Pummello, says.
but i think the Job story is merely teaching a lesson
in karma and having faith in karma.
i don't believe that, prior to the centuries around Christ (100 BC- 100 AD),
there was any major emphasis on afterlife in Judaism (but i know little about that).
Karma literally means "action" and simply means that action and reaction are coupled in such a way that there's almost no way to distinguish between them . . .
meaning, consequence to action is immediate (and, i believe, infinite).
there's no "good" and "bad" karma. it's all the same.
it's impossible to even conceive of the distant consequences to actions,
but i think that's where faith in karma comes in.
if you steal, you will experiences the consequences of stealing,
whatever that may be . . .
e.g. getting caught, getting away with it but feeling guilty, not feeling guilty, etc.
i think it all sort of comes down to having faith in doing what one thinks is the "right" thing to do
(whatever that is, e.g. not killing, killing for a cause, biting off bats' heads, etc.)
i think the story of Job is simply about that,
faith in action and the way one lives,
as opposed to a naive belief in the rewards or punishments in the afterlife.
The Wisdom Books (of which Job is one)
are essentially all about that sort of thing,
faith in the way of the world.
Remember the song Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds (written by Pete Seeger)?
"To every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn,turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep . . . "
the lyrics were adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes, another Wisdom Book.
that section of books is my favorite part of the bible.
sorry to give such a dissertation.
but i didn't want to let it go as drunk talk.
if you have time
(marta scolded me for
writing her long emails like this
when she's at work.
what a jerk.)
and you feel like it,
i'd love to know your thoughts.

not to dumb down the conversation, but i'm going to do just that, and
quote donovan's 'atlantis' (in order to partly keep with the
musical/religious themes)

To the East Africa was a neighbour, across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be...

etc etc

i concur with kevin, in that we must keep discussion of an afterlife
to a minimum (i myself subscribe to the nordic belief that one must
die gloriously in battle in order to reach valhalla) in order to focus
on the issue.

i think the point is not necessarily one of karma, but one of hubris.
clearly, the god(s) were threatened by this advanced atlantean culture
(similar lessons may be seen in the legends of prometheus, the
god-pharoahs of egypt, god-men such as dionysius or j.c.) when this
happens, in any culture, the aforementioned god(s) strike quickly and
preemptively, to secure their reign over the serfdom of earth.

in terms of karma, i think kevin is absolutely correct, with regard to
consequence. atlantis was wiped clean off the globe, probably by some
kind of deity-hurled fiery meteor. rome was sacked. egypt faded into
obscurity. they amassed, collectively, an insurmountable karmic debt.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006


it is so goddamn cold in my room...i suppose this is what i get for leaving the window open in an effort to air out the stale nipples cold cut glass, i swear to god...

yesterday a thought hit me from out of the blue...i mentally catalogued a lot of moments from my trip to new orleans in early '04...most of which had to do with my compatriots and i blindly running around, all but yelling 'SPRING BREAK SPRING BREAK WOOOOOO'...the thing that has been bothering me, though, is the midst of all the revelry, there was this guy with a giant cross...the cross itself must have been five or six feet tall, and had an electronic message scrolling across said something to effect of 'repent or burn in hell' or something like that...he was yelling and calling for the deaths of faggots and heathens and abortion doctors and, well, you get the he just walked down bourbon street with his giant electric cross, ostensibly doing god's work...

anyway, my thought is occured to me that in the wake of hurricane katrina, this kook must have felt totally vindicated. i can just picture him sitting in his trailer, 'i done warned those fairies and the jews got what was comin to them. god's justice be done'.

i sure hope that this harbinger of doom and hate and god doesn't come to my town.

Monday, March 20, 2006

non-human primates v. the reanimated corpse of hank williams sr.

i've been kicking around the above idea for quite some time now, but i am having some trouble working out the particulars. The whole creationism "debate' aside, what exactly qualifies as a 'non-human primate'? All that I know for sure is that NHP's are definitely not allowed to be kept as pets in New York City, thanks to Giuliani's health-code amendments of 1999. I think that, as a tax-paying American...Why isn't my right to own a fecal matter flinging primate protected under the Constitution? A quick perusal of these health-code changes also rules out marmuts, weasels, squirrels, kimodo dragons, tigers, ocelots...

Back to an earlier point, the code specifically cites 'non-human primates' as being definitely unallowed. Does this not, though, raise the question of owning 'human primates'? I've always wanted a pint-sized aboriginal manservant named Mr. Sparkles, and this loophole in the NYC health code might just provide me with the opportunity I so desperately needed. Further, I appreciate this particular 'fuck you' to the creationists, whether it was meant that way or not.

Careful reading of the code also revealed no stipulation concerning the living dead. I've managed to track down a few books dealing with necromancy, and I believe it is well within my ability to commune with our dark lord Satan or some other lesser fiend, and reanimate a corpse of my choosing to do chores around the house; perhaps to serve drinks at cocktail parties or even just to check coats.

After much deliberation, I've opted to revive the corpse of Hank Williams Sr. to serve my nefarious designs. He's been dead long (60+ years), but not TOO long, ya know? His rotting, soon-to-be mobile remains will have degenerated enough to inspire fear, but not too much as to have ruined his utility completely.

Another thought strikes me. Hank Williams III is the base guitarist for Superjoint Ritual. Picture this, if you dare...Phil Anselmo, Hank Williams III, Undead HW Sr, Dave Lombardo on drums, and...the spectral reincarnation/avatar of Dimebag. This band would be unstoppable, especially after Dime and Hank Sr. inevitably bring the living members of the band into the legions of the damned. The band could be tentatively named Baby Omelettes or Brain Eating Puppy Holocaust, or something like that.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

on with the show

okay, so i have been taking abuse from fellow-blogger/upstart musician michael stewart. this knave has been criticizing my lack of meaningful internet spewings, so i will begin by belittling him mercilessly.

wait, no...i can't do that...he's too lovable...

st. paddies day, tons of roommate andy and i split a bottle of jameson and watched transformers: the movie. i plan on writing some kind of essay concerning this movie and its relevance to daily life. The moment Optimus Prime dies still ranks as one of the most traumatic experiences of my young life. Later on in the night, I somehow managed to negotiate the L train and made it to...shit, i don't even remember where we went...providence favored me, however, and i successfully met up with alan, rebs, van, ro, marta, luanh, and a host of others...i'm working on getting pictures up on the internet, but that seems pretty ambitious for tonight...some of them can be seen on myspace.

I have some recommendations for you fools.

Music: DragonForce - Inhuman Rampage.

Books: Monster Island (for those of you who are into legions of the undead and humanity's last ditch effort to stave off annihilation)
London Fields by Martin Amis
The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer

Anyways, I have to get ready to entertain company...I look forward to a blog war with stu.