About safety of authors

The only way for a writer/author to stay immune to the lame, is to keep moving. If he is still with the same energy and in the same place, then anybody sticking their dirty hands into the created piece can touch him. But if the writer has long moved on, he is untouchable (in the Friedman sense, not in the Indian sense)!

It depends on what “is” is, or what the word “sex” means to me

So. I was standing on a subway platform today, and across the train track, a muscular black guy and his wife/girlfriend/friend were playing the buckets.

I kind of ignored the woman for the most part because I couldn’t see her face (and because she seemed to be playing more basic grooves, and because I wasn’t in the mood for looking at women^*), and focused on the guy.

The energy he was sending into the world through a blend of sound, facial expression and body language was like wow. Was it sex? Oh yeah. Did I feel it? You bet. Did I want or need any kind of physical contact with the drummer in order to “consummate” the sexual energy? Absolutely not. Not that there would be anything wrong with it – but I actually performed an analysis of my sensation process – since I was/am/probably always will be keen on the subject of this post – and the answer was a clear “No”. The sex was already occurring and there was no need in taking it from its higher form to its subset^**.

Dear US government! Please send Allstate a couple hundred dollars so that they can afford to pay me!

I ran into an article about the government bailout to insurance companies.

The total capital injection into the six companies [including Allstate] will be less than $22 billion, The Wall Street Journal reported, citing a person familiar with the situation.

I think that $22 billion is not enough. In the light of the fact that Allstate is trying to not pay for fixing my car in a manner that would allow me to make actual use of the vehicle (the present condition of it is being parked at the curb and not starting, after it has been officially “fixed” five times with the steady outcome of returning to the curb and needing a towing truck), I should request that the American government sends at least another couple hundred dollars specifically to Allstate in addition to the funds already approved.

Clearly, Allstate is still struggling and unable to provide services without help from the government. I understand.

P.S. The quote was taken from USA TODAY.

P.P.S. But wait – Allstate prematurely declined the bailout offer (I wonder, may be they should have foreseen my claim and accepted at least a couple hundred dollars so that they could afford paying for proper repairs of my car, you know, the type of repairs after which one can actually DRIVE it?)

So far, I’ve only met one of the good hands, and it has been doing this:

Sara Kruzan

I somehow think that in the context of real human existence (being the state that all people enter when they face an “emergency” that makes social conventions, “morals” and other BS shed off like dead skin – situations of survival such as war, hunger, loss of physical control etc – as well as their opposites of bliss – i.e., how much do you care about latest Obama reform AS you are having an orgasm and/or a spiritual connect to something amazingly true? Just an example) – in that context of real human existence you measure your being and your actions against some instant and immediate reality, not against a collection of theoretical cultural conventions.

Assuming that this context is a lot closer to home than the conventional “every day” context (although the latter one is needed, too) – yes I am going to wrap around and finish the sentence – is killing your abusive and mind-fucking pimp a crime or a break-through? I somehow think (and hope) that majority of people, when facing an extreme situation and after having been pushed just enough, would be just in the right state for killing in order to win. That’s just nature. Anybody who has never personally been in a situation of extreme abuse / survival is really talking out of his or her ass judging those who had to deal with it, not in theory but in practice, using their very own bodies.

Have you read the short story by Chekhov in which a slave girl kills her masters’ baby – the baby she was supposed to babysit who didn’t let her sleep for several days – and falls asleep right by the crib of the freshly murdered child? That’s what people who have never been in situations of survival call “altered consciousness”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2Aa4uMIm8c

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=149560629800&ref=m

P.S. I am talking about situations of REAL survival, not sick and heavily disoriented spoilt brats killing their sibling for an iPhone because they think life is just a video game
P.P.S. I am not saying it’s the best solution – but I am saying the girl was freaking 16 and all on her own against a grown-up dude sending her off to fuck other men and bring him the money. Was she supposed to just continue doing it?

I am so fucking happy.

NB!

May I just say that I don’t consider myself a “blogger”?

A dream

I dreamt of heavenly love. I was in love with a white son of a Muslim terrorist leader. The dad wanted to drop a nuclear bomb on the house where we were staying (after we all left). We talked him out of it on the grounds that radiation would ruin the fruit in the adjacent garden, the fruit we wanted to eat the next day. As we were lounging around, I said: “What if your dad walks in?” He rolled his eyes and said: “Oh yeah, he would give us a lecture about morals!” He didn’t feel concerned though, neither did I. 

I realized I haven’t had this feeling for years and years and years – when the intensity of touching somebody’s skin is more elevating than any reguar-ish sex of any quality.

Tracing Emo & Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Oh screw that – I am going to purposefully live for me. 

Reading wikipedia on the subject of famous actors and actresses of the (beginning of the) 20th century. Well I am not going to tell what I was reading about. 

As a by-product, leant that emo boys can be traced back to Rudolph Valentino: 

“In July 1926, The Chicago Tribune reported that a vending machine dispensing pink talcum powder had appeared in an upscale hotel washroom. An editorial that followed used the story to protest the feminization of American men, and blamed the talcum powder on Valentino and his films. The piece infuriated Valentino and he challenged the writer to a duel and then a boxing match.”

Although I doubt it that an emo boy would want to challenge a critic to a boxing match. 

A got an idea. Since challenging a writer to a duel seems like a very masculine thing to do, I will instead demand that any blogger who dares to write bad things about me should then marry me. So if you are that blogger, please be good-looking!

Rain, rain, Reverb and Microsoft (newsletter)

Hope you are either enjoying or enduring the heat. I belong to the first category – love it (but don’t hate me).

The blah: yesterday, the thunderstorm in New York was amazing. I got completely soaked (as in, dripping) and loved it, too.

The non-blah: I am featured on the main page of Microsoft / RN myspace page. Yeah, that one song about the guy who didn’t pay for my food. 

Subliminal message: Clearly, if he paid for that food of mine, we would both end up with a sweet little song ( “Oh how wonderful, the date was gorgeous, and the food was delicious, too” *yawn*). And now you see what happened?

Messing with singer/songwriters is a dangerous game. The next one on my list is Allstate. They are being less than wonderful in “helping” me after that car accident I had. I am thinking (remember the slogan?), the refrain will go “talk to the hand, they’re tellin’ me,  talk to the hand, oh, oh”.  What do you think? 

 

Hugs

Lena

South by Southwest 2009

Just found this one (thank you, Karsten).