Once again I have invaded the dreamscape of one of my friends like Freddy Krueger, this time my good buddy Anthony. He contacted me via gchat this morning:
Anthony: are you alive i hope?
in my dream last night you were in a motorcycle accident
Anthony: during part of a parade
obama was driving the motorcycle with you and three others
were drunk, dangerously clinging to the back
you fell off and your spleen fell out
Anthony: seemingly you were able to communicate from beyond death,
since gmail, facebook, etc. technologies had massed enough
of your personal data and language
Anthony: there was a youtube video of the fall
me: so this in fact might be the e-spectre of bob talking to you
Anthony: it was exactly like this..
i think victor vazquez may have also been involved somehow
it wasn't clear if he was logged in to your gmail
Anthony: so I'm either talking to victor right now, or e-spectre
Anthony: is that distinction even meaningful?
Of course, Anthony just confirmed what doctors (esp. Ray Kurzweil) have been telling me for years – that my body is more internet than man right now, and if I die, I could ostensibly live forever, as long as Victor keeps me logged in to shit.
This post just added 17 minutes onto my life.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A VISIT FROM AUNT BOOB: DEATH BY OBAMA
Sunday, November 22, 2009
A VISIT FROM AUNT BOOB: I VISIT SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAMS
since i've been having nothing but physically debilitating dreams lately, i haven't been privy to posting my nocturnalisms as much, but here's a pretty dope one my friend had (is this against the rules?), which she sent via text after visiting me in new orleans:
"I just had a dream that i ws at ur new hs and it was a lake hs on a swamp n u lived w 2 frat guys n the viscious killer lady from the comic im reading. then we went to the beach n jumped into a giant plastic tub filled w wheat grains n stomped them into corn mash to make moonshine. like grapes."
suffice to say, that's a pretty accurate description of what my life is like.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
BOOBTUBE: FORREAL A DREAM I HAD
EVERY NIGHT
TGIUSA.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Visitation Rights for CF Edley: nah, no, not really... what? holy fuck.
My 'Jewish' circumcised friend Eli "Elijah Mo" Spindel, the conductor of the Symphony Orchestra of Brooklyn [SOB] [real], just sent me this and I was.... moved? I don't know, my brain is pickley.
Just so you don't have to follow any confusing links, here's the description presented live and uncensored:
In May of 1993, Minister Louis Farrakhan staged a recital of the Violin Concerto, Op.64, by the Jewish composer Felix Mendelssohn in what was one of the most politically-resonant artistic displays in classical music history. In a performance manifesting the most dramatic confluence of art and politics since Richard Wagner penned his notorious tract, 'Das Judenthum in der Music' ('Judaism in Music') ~ and at once refuting that screed's main premise and theme ~ Farrakhan instantly established himself as the single most transformative classical musician in American artistic history.
Squarely placing himself at the epicentre of the most controversial event in the classical music world since the tumult sparked by the 'Tristan und Isolde' overture at the Israel Festival in Jerusalem, Farrakhan's rendition of the Mendelssohn violin concerto left the audience aghast. For the eighteen months leading up to his performance, Farrakhan was coached by Elaine Skorodin Fohrman, a Jewish violin virtuoso and member of Chicago's Roosevelt University where she taught classical violin. Farrakhan's choice of the Mendelssohn piece was attributed by some observers to the composer's identity as a Jew ~ a gesture widely viewed as an "olive branch" to the Nation of Islam leader's Jewish detractors.
Farrakhan's first rendition of the violin concerto occurred as part of a three-day symposium, 'Gateways: Classical Music and the Black Musician' , at the Reynold's Auditorium in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, on 18 April 1993. The program included a rendition of the Glazunov Violin Concerto with former New York Philharmonic member, Sanford Allen, as soloist and the Saint Sean's Concerto for Violoncello featuring University of Michigan professor, Anthony Elliott. Farrakhan prefaced his recital by declaring that he would "try to do with music what cannot be done with words and try to undo with music what words have done."
Shortly thereafter, Farrakhan reprised his euphonious peace gesture before a Chicago audience of three thousand on May 17 on his eighteenth-century Guadagnini violin...
Aghast? I'm no Language Arts major but I am a college dropout WITH a highschool education and 'aghast' seems like it might be the wrong word. Then again, maybe not. Ask me after I dream this off.