Monthly Archives: April 2002

Rock and roll, baby!

I'm off to the radio station to help on Saira's show in a little while… If it's between 11PM and 2AM EST you can go the the CHRY site and listen live (if you have WinAmp, just click the “Listen Live” button at the bottom). I'm playing all new music tonight (all of it was released within the last month I think), including Japancakes, Electralene, Songs:Ohia, Papa M, Do Make Say Think, B.R.M.C., Cornershop, and The Notwist. (And Saira will amuse you with her usual bag of tricks, and if you accidentally tune in before eleven, you can listen to the Slow Love Show hosted by Osmond).

Oh, and you can thank Tom for bugging me into adding quotes around all the width and font tags in the main viewer and forums (I'm sure there are still a lot of places that need these fixes). That means if you're using a browser that is really picky about proper html, it will now work a little better (hey it only took a year and a half)… Hopefully…

Property of Mussolini

OK, not really — he traded it for a horse. My friend Scott has an amazing place… be sure to see his show if it's passing through your town — And if you're in one of the six cities that his third generation sideshow museum (the oldest still running sideshow in Canada, dating back to before the 1920s), be sure to check it out. Tour dates are on his site.

Entry number 1607

I find it harder every day to keep living in this society, it sickens me so much. I believe these illnesses that plague me are simply the death I live amidst seeping into my body. I have friends who believe that through protest and social activism, change can be made, but I really don't think so. The system is built on a poor foundation that is fundamentally flawed, and no social change will ever fix that. We need to either overthrow and recreate this system, or simply move away into land the system doesn't care about and build our dreams for ourselves.

One of America's greatest — and least recognized — heros, Scott Nearing, wrote not long before his death, “We live in a society of butchers and murderers. We butcher fellow creatures for food and sport, and murder fellow human beinds for pelf and for power.”

Sadly that is true in that it is where and how we live, but it doesn't have to be true. Civilization is built from grass, sun, and water (Pablo Lugari, another one of my heros, said “civilization has been a permanent dialogue between human beings and water”). It's not built with the blood of soldiers and guerilla rebels, be they government sponsored or be they suicide bombers. It's not built by companies, and it's not built by machines. Another person that I strongly agree with is Gonzalo Bernal, who when faced with the decision of moving to the Gaviotas settlement in the harsh plains of Columbia or joining la guerrilla, pointed out “the idea of creating a peaceful society through armed conflict seemed doomed by its own contradiction.”

I've said it here before, but all live needs to be healthy, happy, and full of beauty is food, shelter, and Love. All of these things are free. Ask yourself — is live hard? How many times does your heart need to beat for someone else's evil as you slave at a job that destroys the soul of the universe? Why are you willing to do it?

I ate a nice dinner the other day at a fancy restaurant full of ghosts — these empty soulless carcasses dragging their wallets around. The meal cost over $180, and it made me ask myself:

What is an apple?

An apple is intended to be eaten. Trees “want” you to eat the whole apple, walk around for a while, and then deposit the seeds in a nice growth-inducing pile of feces. There's no death when consumption and rebirth are a combined process. On top of that, nature has spent millions of years creating perfect food (if apples are intended to be eaten, then they evolved to perfect food), but what do we do with apples 99% of the time? We grind them up, poorly extract their component chemicals, and rebuild a simulacrum that pales when confronted with the original whole.

For all their brains, humans are pretty stupid most of the time…


OK, I'm going to go for a walk and have a nice bowl of soup. Considering I can have a great meal in Chinatown for under five dollars, I don't know why I don't do this every day. I'm mostly motivated by hunger though, I admit. I think I must be going through some sort of metabolic shift; without any changes in my diet, I've lost about 20 pounds this year, but have to eat a lot more — I have been sooooo hungry lately!

Anyway, some of you may have seen the self-heating coffee cans on Derek's page. He was kind enough to bring me one, so I drank it, but, more importantly, dismantled it as well. Probably not the brightest thing for me to do — I admit while it was heating, there was a loud POP and I thought I was about to get my hand blown off by it. Anyway:

The top of the can.

The bottom of the can.

Welcome to the self-heating can!

Looks pretty normal from here.

There's a layer of cardboard under the label.

Some of this stuff dripped on me.

Ah, it was just insulation.

Baking soda and vinegar?

Split clit

All of you have probably seen subincisions and various forms of male genital splitting. Many of you have seen female mods like hood splitting, but hood splitting isn't really the same thing — it's more like a dorsal flap circumcision (I think that's the term anyway).

Today I got photos of a clitoral splitting (started from a vertical clit piercing). It's a very rare mod, so I wanted to share a picture of it here… A much higher quality photo will be posted on BME later today in the female genital surgery section:

(And before anyone asks, I haven't had a chance to talk to them yet about the functional effects — I'll try and do an interview soon, the couple that sent the photos are into some very interesting play.)