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6th-Dec-2006 11:14 am - this isn't where I live anymore!
4assed monkey
ok fokey-dokes*

It's happened: I have shown back up in "the blog-o-sphere," only NOT HERE! (obviously, this last statement is demonstrably un-true, but hang on for a few more sentences and it will become clear; while I'm reverse-un-qualifying I may as well state outright that No, it is not as though I expect at this point, having not posted anything in almost/more-than a year, that ANYONE, literally anyone, to be even periodically checking to see if I've posted anything. But, livejournal being what it is, I have five friends (four of whom I have actually met! not to suggest anything less than totally awesome about my affection for as-yet-unmet internet-friends, mind you) who will almost have to go out of their way to NOT see this post, is the reason I don't feel TOTALLY ridiculous even putting it up!)**

I have re-located my web-presence over to blogger, for a variety of not-completely niggling reasons too esoteric to mention -let alone actually remember. So, if you want to mop up what has been of late leaking out of my brain, please visit/bookmark http://ro6ot.blogspot.com/ !!!

Thanks, and big hugs to everybody who reads this! (if only there were some way to know how many hugs that is! The mind reels. Except, there isn't. so it can't.)**












*not to be confused with mokie-coke!
**see why it takes me forever to say anything?
19th-Oct-2006 02:45 am - DEAD JOURNAL
ralph
hey everybody,

just in case you can read this, hi I'm still alive. ups&downs.

I am planning to git bloggity agin someday, but I think when I do it will not be here.

but you should totally email me, ro6ot@hotmael.com (except spell it right {er that is, the 'mail' part}).

it will be very nice to hear from you meantime!
2nd-Sep-2006 10:25 am - a funny thing happened on the way to the puppet parade
slow
sunflower



so I went away for a while. "on tour." well mini-tour. (not to be confused with minotaur) ON BIKES!


we biked around RI and into Massachusetts for like two weeks, and played a few shows here and there. we built a gigantic silver tent out of adhesive mylar and played a (single) show with three different marching bands. you know, that sort of thing.


but the big news is that I found the thingy I use to get the pictures from my camera to the computer to you. (I moved, you see. across town, deeper into Olneyville RI USA). This doohickey being missing isn't the only reason I haven't posted in so forever, but it is certainly the most convenient and easiest to say!


this puppet I made is my favorite part though, certainly in terms of pictures. here is another one, to maybe give you a better idea of the scale:
sunflower
(also note: well known side effect of big things being in the sun is that they create nice shady patches under them)




that's all for now, but that is SO not all.

oh wait, also HI!!!

OK, now bye.
2nd-Aug-2006 12:26 am - toe in the water
ralph
HEY YOU GUYS!

I moved to a new place, and my computer stuff got shaken AND stirred, and I can't seem to be simultaneously aware of the whereabouts of my flash-card reader, my camera, and a USB cable all at the same time- which I need to pull off in order to do justice to the egregiously interminable interval since my last post.

But, I just realized: I can just say HI, and that I am alive and relatively well, and very probably thinking not-infrequently about each and every person who might occasionally check if I've updated this crappity-crap in fucking forever god-damn-it-&-thank-you-very-much.

so: HI! Don't worry, and I'm sorry its been so god damn long.
22nd-May-2006 11:25 pm - RIP naked guy
meek
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-05-21-naked-guy-dies_x.htm

Former Berkeley student known as 'Naked Guy' dies in jail
Posted 5/21/2006 9:51 AM ET
SAN JOSE, Calif. (AP) The former California college student known as the "Naked Guy," who gained notoriety for attending class in the buff in the early 1990s, died of an apparent suicide while in jail, authorities said.

Andrew Martinez, 33, whose stripped-down campus strolls got him expelled from the University of California, Berkeley and prompted the famously liberal city to adopt a strict anti-nudity ordinance, was found dead Thursday in the Santa Clara County Main Jail, said jail spokesman Mark Cursi.

Martinez was found under his bed covers with a plastic bag cinched around his head, Cursi said. Officials are investigating the death as an apparent suicide.

Family and friends said Martinez struggled for years with mental illness. He spent the last decade bouncing among halfway houses, psychiatric institutions, occasional homelessness and jail, without ever getting comprehensive treatment, his family said.

On Jan. 10, he was arrested after a fight at a halfway house where he was living and was being held on two counts of battery and one count of assault with a deadly weapon, authorities said.

Martinez was housed in a maximum security area and was last seen alive around 11 p.m. Wednesday during a routine cell check, Cursi said.

He was found about 20 minutes later when other prisoners reported hearing unusual sounds from his cell. He was pronounced dead a short time later.

Bryan Schwartz, Martinez's best friend, said the man who died in the jail cell hardly resembled the former high school star defensive lineman and straight-A student who charmed peers with his laid-back, kindhearted nature and penchant for non-conformity.

"Everyone loved him. He was warm, positive, brilliant. He was a math whiz even though he barely studied," Schwartz said. "All the girls were asking him to the prom."

In 1992, Martinez organized a "nude-in" protest at the university's main plaza. He said he was trying to make a point about free expression at the birthplace of the 1964 Free Speech Movement.

"What I am getting out here is there's a lot of social control going on here," he told the crowd at the nude-in.

The message caught on and nude spottings spiked on campus. Martinez, whose naked notoriety landed him on national television talk shows, was expelled the following year after the university rewrote its dress code to ban nudity.

Martinez also became the first person arrested under the Berkeley city ordinance, adopted in July 1993, after he and some of his supporters showed up at a City Hall meeting in the buff. He pleaded guilty to the misdemeanor charge and got two years of probation.

Martinez had been trying to write a book about his experiences when he became gripped by his mental illness, but even that couldn't completely quash his charisma and generous spirit, his family said.

"I'd send him stuff in jail and he'd give it all away because he knew that so many people there have nothing no one to visit them, send them things, fight for them," his mother, who asked not to be named, told the San Francisco Chronicle.

The last time she saw her son was three weeks ago, when she visited him in jail.

"He was sad. He was tired. He said he had had enough," she said. "I alerted everyone, but nothing happened."
19th-May-2006 12:18 am - xenolinguists unite, and ďņæß your klplztM!
slow
Tonight I finally figured out what my cat has been meaoing at me all this time:

I'm the cutest,
can't you see?
I'm the kitty-
ME! ME! ME!

and you know what else?

SHE'S RIGHT.
13th-May-2006 08:02 pm - A John Henry Memorial
slow
I was watching this guy singing songs; one of them was an a capella number encouraging the listener, in strident but positive tones, to get off the fence.

several seconds later, after musings along the lines of 'you make it sound so easy' and 'careful what you wish for', that same voice in my head (my own, that is) said "after the fence burns down, we will all be on the same side of it."
7th-May-2006 03:57 pm - my insurmountable problems have insurmountable problems.
spinning in infinity
(does that mean everything is OK, then?)

hmm. that's actually a good point. but:

no; the answer is no.

see the thing is...
(what is the thing?)
the thing is, that the thing is.

the thing is, I think there IS an adam forkner reggae snowman.
for example.

and of course you have no idea what I'm talking about, unless you have and/or are familiar with a song called "you fall" by Jason Anderson from his album new england.

if you don't and/or aren't, you can download the song here.

that's all for now; it is SO nice out and I have been procrastinating this one tiny job for this guy every sunday for like five months.

so, off to work.

p.s. THERE IS SOMETHING!!!
9th-Apr-2006 01:54 pm - color me dense.
ralph


woah, so much information about stuff one thinks one understands already!



In other news,

I heard this nice lil thang on the radio this morning- remember the Portugese(actually he is brazilian) guitarist in the life aquatic? Well, the above link is a little interview with him. I think he did a great job of using his ten minutes or whatever to say good, important things.
9th-Apr-2006 10:20 am - {in progress}
spinning in infinity
the matrix in my brain:


don't wake me I plan on sleeping in; there'll be time enough for rocking when we're old.

and love is not a victory march- its a cold and broken hallelujah. How long did we all think this all would last? How long till someone caves under the pressure? My dreams[?] are haunted by armies of ghosts- faces too blurry to make out, numbers far to high to measure. The freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned: twin volcanos -bad ideas dancing around in there. Stop getting me off track, I mean it- there's a problem here.


I got no feel, I got no rhythm- I just keep losing my beat; I'm ok, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face no defeat! I just gotta get out of this prison cell,
and I am progressing abominably. And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow. And i find myself toeing the embarcadero. And I find myself knowing the things that I knew.  And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers; And we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words, when across the sky sheet the impossible birds, in a steady illiterate movement homewards. (And I go where the trees are.)

My love is like a powder keg, in the corner of an empty warehouse somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down. My love is like a cuban plane, flying from Havana up the the Florida coast to the glades, soviet made. Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania; trucks loaded down with weapons crossing over every night, moon yellow and bright. There is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood.

I am a rock; I am an island.
Don't jump off the train there's still a LONG way to ride. Give in to ancient noise: take a chance, a brand new dance. twist away the gates of steel.
I don't know if I could drive a car fast enough to get to where you are; or wild enough not to miss the boat completely- honey, I'm thinking maybe?


I feel the pain of everyone; then I feel nothing.
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life; Don't leave it all unsaid- Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh And make no mistake, my friend- your pointless life will end. But before you go, can you look at the truth ? You have a lovely singing voice... so sing your life,
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you; the best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both out-pace and out live you...
oh say can you see -by the dawn's early light- what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous night, o'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. But say does that star-spangled banner yet wave over the land of the free, and the home of the brave? So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Just a beer light to guide us- So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo. The kids was just crass. He was the nazz, With God given ass. He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar!
She's gotta be strong to fight them, so she's taking lots of vitamins. 'cause she knows that it'd be tragic if those evil robots win.
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