Buckethead - Spokes On The Wheel of Torment

OMY Stars! A movie about ME. Actually, I modeled for Hieronymus Bosch, the painter, several hundred years ago. He really captured me, don’t you think? And “Buckethead - Spokes On The Wheel of Torment” has really captured the timeless charm of my personality don’t you think?

Let’s give credit where Credit is Due! Directed and Animated by Syd Baron and Eric Henry. Additional artwork: Frankenseuss. Photoshop wizardry: Scott Halford, Dan Meagher. Bina Festagallo, Cristie Henry, Birala, with Music by Buckethead and Dan Monti. Thank you, guys, so very much for caring.


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A one way ferry ride to kegare

The big craziness in Honolulu this month has been the ‘Super Ferry.’ Would you believe it: there is no ferry service between the Hawaiian islands! Never really has been since forever. So some business minded folks thought that a ferry might be a good idea. And almost everyone on Oahu (that’s the island where Honolulu is) thinks it is a good idea. Except for a few (some have even put the number as small as 17) people.

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The Best Path to Chaos!

Wow! Did you know that the best predictor of the number of jail cells we will need in 20 years is the reading scores of our third graders? Poor readers make poor communicators. And that makes for failure! And failure often leads to jail.
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A Black Google is Patently Moronic

Quoting from well known blog Gimundo about how a change in color scheme will save the planet:
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Whiny Babies Want to Complain!

There is a too precious article over at the Huffington Post (which is a great site when they keep the Arianna on a short leash and get control of the pop-ups.) It is Harry Potter and the Arrogant Editors.
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Lame by Choice?

This morning I went to the bakery to get a cup of coffee and bran muffin. Nothing unusual about that. But as I prepared my coffee, I could not see the coffee cup lids. I looked around the little prep table, and there were no lids. The line to the cash register was pretty long, so I decided not to shout “where are the lids?.” After looking around a little, I noticed a drawer in a cabinet slightly to one side. I pulled out the drawer, and there were cup lids. So I put one on my coffee and stood in line.

So what. Nothing special yet. But as I got to the cash register, the clerk took a look at my cup lid and went over to a sign that said “we are out of coffee lids,” and took it down. I realized that the morning staff just didn’t know where to look.

So I paid and was about to leave, when another customer shouted “where are the coffee lids?” Another worker shouted back “We’re OUT!”

I motioned to the customer and pointed out where the lids were. But to my surprise, the customer just said “That’s OK” and left with his cup overflowing.

Now I can understand how the morning shift of workers might be clueless about where the lids were and not very focussed on that small problem. They were bakers and newbies: it might be a couple of hours until the manager got to that store on his morning rounds.

But what seems really strange is the reaction of the customer: He had a problem. He wanted a lid. But when he was shown where the lids were, he rejected the solution as if it did not exist! What was going on inside this guys head??

I’m wondering if this is what we all might do from time to time: We have a problem. We even know what the problem is. We ask for a solution. Someone tells us the answer. And then we just walk away. Just walk away like dummies.

If we are doing that, then we really may deserve the job we have, instead of the career of accomplishment we could have with some more education. We deserve to be a slave to our negative emotions of fear, shame, when EFT, NLP and hypnosis are readily available. We deserve to get the bad marriage we have, when we could get some real help from lee baucom or the Celarien Experience. We deserve to get the crappy leaders we elect to the executive branch, instead of kicking the bums out: we are the government of the people, you might remember.

It is bad enough that we are in control of our lives and we make inferior choices. But it is totally insane to walk away from a solution that is staring us in the face. As Ann Landers might have never said: “wake up and cover the coffee before you spill it on your shirt!”

And What Kind of Dog Are We Today?

And what about those tests that were popular on some web sites that were to find out “what kind of dog are you?”

Were these tests there simply for entertainment value? To hold a pair of eyeballs on a computer monitor to stare at endless google ads? Possibly, from the taker’s point of view even a 100% gold-standard IQ test, say, is only useful as a bragging point in the lounge. It’s interesting to find out, but actually not too useful from day to day.

But if you think about it, what personality profile might care to find out if they are secretly a Chinese Temple Dog? And of that sample of our good humanity, what kind of information did those web-server fiends extract from that sample? Was it all a ruse to find the members of NAMBLA? Will we hear on TV news: “The Center for Perversion Control reports that a whopping 95% of nambla members show up as minature dachshounds.” And were they only taking the test because they wanted to ‘go along’ with some CPC guy masquerading as a 12-year old on some chat-room?

A Busker’s Song

Apple Inc has an ad that features Paul McCartney skipping and singing and playing down the lane. This is traditional street entertainment: a busker’s song, Maybe even harkening back to the Music Halls of the late 19th century.

Now this is a real challenge to a composer: Paul McCartney has got Composer’s Balls of Steel. His challenge to himself (or maybe even a Gentleman’s bet) that he could write a song that would be popular today, using composing techniques that are pre-tin-pan alley. Quite a feat, don’t you know, to be able to reproduce the musical geist of the era, and hit a ‘win’ with our modern ears.

Now, it’s not a great tune, almost too goody-goody, but it’s a very fine little ditty. Catchy– just like a music hall song. Makes you want to dance in the street — just like a busker’s song.

It’s a comment about how accomplished and polished Paul is, and how our musical sensibilities really can use a little ‘old-timey’ music. Didn’t we love our own homegrown old-time music as featured in “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?”

So what could be bad about that? Or do you really want to know?

Dies Irae 911 - Great Art Watches Civilization Crumble

Remember those great underground comix of the ’60s and ’70s? Wild ideas as told by the most creative artists that were ever unleashed on our unprotected minds. Madness ensued. From the summer of love we went to the decade of love and lust.

Finally ending in the decade of Reagan-Aids. The beginning of the street-people epidemic as all of the institutions sent warehouses of border-line patients out into the world. Only to be warehoused on public property. Enough of them so you couldn’t tell them from the merely unemployed, and truly poor. And so we began to not see them, they became the elephant in the living room of our life. On the streets of downtown. Instead of a federal problem, we learned to turn a blind eye to them. Thanks Ron.

I had thought the greatest of these underground artists had simply been buried. Not so. Recently I came across the stark, raw pen of the immortal Spain Rodriguez. He is still putting the telescope to our eyes, and showing us the fatal attraction we have for our own destruction.

Look closely. Of course, if we look and understand, we will turn away from his vision of our economic end-times. But that’s the very idea of his art. Look and you can steer away from destruction. Refuse to look, or become blind, and we will all end up on the street.

The immortal art of Spain can be found at Dies Irae 911.