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Mescalin (same as above?)
Ron Rosenbaum has a thoroughly enjoyable and insightful article in Slate today on the emerging, second generation “nuke porn” genre of airport fiction. Read it here.
“Nuke porn,” Rosenbaum explains, evokes the “excitement of arousal and buildup, the finger on the trigger as the world was brought to the trembling brink of a consciousness-obliterating climax.” He continues, “The new nuke porn is hard-core, more graphic and full-frontal than the Cold War version of the genre. Instead of the anticipatory excitement (Fail-Safe, Strangelove) or the post-coital tristesse (On the Beach) of First Era nuke porn, we get real-time blast-burns and melting flesh. There was always an erotic component to apocalyptic literature—those end-of-the-world sects were notorious for their doom-fueled orgiastic behavior—but,” he observes, while the genre was once “looking forward to the approaching act or looking back on its consummation,” it now looks “directly at it.”
The article is full of new perspectives, and there is a pleasure in imagining all these tired travellers, 35k feet above, going into a winterized wasteland. Most amusing to note, perhaps, is a quote Rosenbaum gives us of a real orgasm during a Las Vegas blast, by way of Whitley Strieber:
One could say that a girl called Sally Glass feigned a moan of pleasure in the bed of a man whose soul was tired and found that the man’s face spattered her like hot grease.”
If you shop at 826, or even if you have one in your neighborhood, then boy is there a movie for you. Written by Dave Eggers, scored by Alexi Murdoch, and directed by Sam Mendes, Away We Go looks like the movie for you.
As an aside, do we agree that Sam Mendes has a great eye but really has made only one great movie: American Beauty. That Road to Perdition and Revolutionary Road are beautiful pieces of unmemorable nothings?
Much has been said of the contemplative life. Metaphors made of the calm in a hurricane, entire schools of thoughts built around a quiet pond. If anybody hears word of how that’s working out, do let me know.
It sure has been quiet here at Geranium Kisses. Not that I’ve thought much about it, but it seems that a blog can have at least two purposes. It can provide a forum for a free exchange of ideas wherein, together, weforge a conversation resulting in growth and enhances personal understanding. During the process, you, the blogger, may vent and explore ideas that in the day-to-day socializing may not be of all that much interest to your friends. So you blow of steam, amuse those friends who read it and those strangers who find it. Good times all around. Then the second is you can get hooked on building traffic, perhaps with the ultimate goal of selling ad space. Ideally, you accomplish both goals with one blog.
The formula for building traffic seems fairly simply. Do a couple links to TechCrunch where you take a position on whatever technical whetever is hot at the moment. Link to a couple songs from artists who have released some recent music. Take a position on some political item. And say something to piss off Christians and/or Mormons (example: did you hear those Mormons baptized Barack’s Mom after she died? Let’s continue to reject their desire to be called Christians, and let’s also say, together, wow, that’s some fucking arrogance). But see, in the process of traffic building, that whole free exchange of ideas thing doesn’t work out so good. And when you try to do some original thinking, take a position or explore some kind of thought or idea, nobody reads it. Think of your own blog reading: when was the last time you actually read each word written. So in other words, the feeling becomes like a schizophrenic who conjures smoke out of a kernel – the illusion of sharing ideas, exploring, finding shared conclusions is just that, an illusion. Not that it matters all that much.
And so, with work (we got some finding to build this cool new thing! in a recession!), and travel (Miami!), friends (great to see you, Michal and Penny!), poor old Geranium Kisses was neglected.
Ideas: Swine Flu as exercise in Delillo-esque meta marketing, the product being fear.
Politics: Barack. There are some vague things that bother me but laziness prevails in all efforts to sort through the statements of guys forced to take a position on things.
Music: New Bob Dylan album! Its like a honkey tonk in Texas where he plays behind a steel cage to an entertained but not totally focused audience. “I got the blood of the lamb in my voice.” Indeed.
Movies: Excited for Tarentino’s next. Wild Things. Bruno. Bruno. Bruno.
Books: Lowboy is so fucking amazingly good. Buy and read it immediately. You will be edified. Wow. Also enjoying All the Sad Young Literary Men, although its a tad too Harvard-centric, but its a nice little peepshow into the neuroses of those who have brains and talent and still spend too much time taking hits off the weight of it all.
Friends: Yay! Friends! Good times had, good times coming. There is the usual sadness, insecurity, sense of goals not just unmet but undefined. But that’s all kind of ambient, and offers its own pleasures.
Kids, keep you RSS feeds on – your Geranium Kisses will continue, though no promises w/r/t frequency.
Are you enjoying the sunshine? The late blooming of Spring, a time to celebrate a re-birth, a second chance, redemption? Good.
Here’s a lovely story, then. The Iraqi militia is killing gay men in a new and interesting way. They use a kind of super glue to sew shut the assholes of gay men, then they give a super laxative, but the shit can’t get, so the unfortunate victims die a horrible, disgusting death. And the videos have gone viral!
Let’s all agree that one culture doesn’t have exclusive rights to the most wretched kinds of depravity, to a gleeful delight in sadism. Then let’s consider what lessons about people – our race! – we can reach when learning of this highly creative, and symbolic, new form of torture.
Feeling better now?
Came across this fun little video compilation of the San Francisco earthquake from some 20 years ago. Nice lunchtime viewing.
What do you think of the Outside Lands Festival lineup here in San Francisco? The most interesting thing about it was following clues dropped over the weekend via Twitter, then watching blog-rocosims (new word?) form around the hints. Now that we have the lineup,would you go if tickets were free? That’d be one way to get a crowd. And perhaps a lineup that had, back-to-back, without schedule conflicts: Pearl Jam, MIA, The National, Callexico.
The rest of the bands, meh. Considering that last year had Radiohead, Beck, Wilco, and so many others that were stored in long-lost braincells, this year, given the price, well, really, who gives a shit?
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND
BLACK EYED PEAS
THE MARS VOLTA
BAND OF HORSES
TV ON THE RADIO
THE DEAD WEATHER
ROBERT RANDOLPH & THE FAMILY BAND
BUILT TO SPILL
JJ GREY & MOFRO
TROMBONE SHORTY & ORLEANS AVENUE
MATT & KIM
PORTUGAL. THE MAN
THE MORNING BENDERS
THE DUKE SPIRIT
WEST INDIAN GIRL
Highly amusing interview with Billy Bob Thornton. Scroll to minute five then start watching.
“…I can hide my vagina and my penis. I have both…”