feb 8 in idea barrages

A parody of David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” that’s like “LET’S REST, take off those tight shoes and… rest a few…”

It is good to see that we can still come together as a a nation on Thanksgiving to be reminded by the Macy’s Day parade how lame and creatively hollowed-out the Broadway musical machine is.

The human paradox. Desperate want driving us to cartoonish selfishness and bottomless cruelty, a desperate want that’d dissipate like cotton candy in a cloudburst if we weren’t so goddamned selfish and cruel, if we could all work together for one-half a second.

The more we fight for equality, ethnically, religiously, culturally, sexually, whatever, the more the moneyed fight it. Not because they believe in any one of those hierarchies in particular but because the only reason they get to be rich is that the IDEA that some kinds of people deserve comfort and dignity more than others exists. If we break it down TOO far, we’ll start collectively understanding that all humans deserve those things and their game is up. So they shift the ball and they shift the shells they’re shuffling… a border, this time, a faith, next time… but it’s all to underpin the idea that… some people deserve good things more than others. Even though that simply isn’t true. This life is so beautiful and so goddamned hard at the same time, for all of us, for every single one of us. And we’re all in it together. We’re all the same soul, just drops of water coming out of the sea to be separate and then going back in to be one again. When you let go of fear and the greed that comes with it, you see, we’re all the same thing. People. And none of us should have to hurt just so that a few can feel above the rest. But we live such short lives, you know, it’s hard to get enough people above the noise of needfulness all at once to see it. I have no idea how one could ever practically do it. Stil, it doesn’t make it any the less true. We’re all in this together, we’re all the same, like it or not, here we are, either working together to elevate all at once or driving ourselves nuts trying to fight for a pillar to stand on where we think we are better than others, for some arbitrary idiotic reason or the other. That’s it. That’s the human condition.

Maybe Clapton just decided that in his late career, if he wants a hit, the death of children must be involved.

You never hear about corn-cob crack pipes but they probably exist somewhere.

I had a dream about a Pringles knock-off that was also kind of an O’Boises knock-off called “O’Sweepinz”. Legally, they should not call them “chips” but in the small print it said “shaped potato residue”.

A Russian punk band called The Romanovs fronted, of course, by Josip Romanov.