audiokayness (the phantom annex)
9 to 11 or so

my unofficial preamble:

First, thanks to alloftheextremes for the shout out.

Second, I got kinda obsessive.  Long winded.  Broke rules.  Tagged too many people.  And too few (no one I know outside of Tumblr, fer instance).  Feel free, anyone reading this, to act as if I tagged you.  Or to ignore this if I did.

As to questions, many of them are rather involved.  Answer one or nine, however whichever many.  Or make up your own (forthcoming rules be danged).  Memes are meant to be mutated.  So, feel free. 

The original DNA …


rule 1 — always post the rules

rule 2 — answer the questions the person who tagged

rule 3 — tag 11 people and link them to this post

rule 4 — actually tell them you tagged them

my answers to alloftheextremes questions:

1. Where do you see yourself in ten years?

Uh, ummm.  First, I’m 2 to 3x the age of the average Tumblr denizen.   So ten years, I may not be here.  And second, I do better taking things one day at a time.  Instead of sound planning and/or cool daydreaming that may lead to something actual, grand cascades of anxiety come from my thinking ahead.  My sister-in-law once had me walking while facing backwards so I could see the ground I covered and take heart.  Which is okay as metaphor too, but better to be aware of now.  More manageable in my case.

2. What is the first book you would recommend to a friend as a “must read”?

That’s tough.  Let’s go with two:  Outside Lies Magic by John Stilgoe.  Basically a book about what exists in the margins of contemporary American landscape.  Part experiential, part social history.  The other more recently read:  A Time Of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor, the first of three travel books that cover his walk across Europe from Holland to Istanbul circa 1933.

3. What musical instrument do you think suits your personality?

More recently, toy echo mic.  It feedbacks, repeating what it’s heard in a slurred, distorted and somewhat voice like way.

4. What was the last news article you read?

Notice of Robin Williams’ death.  Before that, maybe something about space.

5. Cake, or pie?

Uh, both.  If you have pecan or sweet potato or coconut custard, I’ll go for pie.  More, please.  Thanks.

6.  What do you plan to devote your life to?  

The ten years hence thing kinda covers my acuity for planning.   I hope today to make some noise, but here I am playing hooky.

7.  Were you the sort of child to color within the lines, or did you tend to stray and scribble outside them?

I did both and more of the former as ego, superego, whatever whatnot kicked into gear.  But the monsters of my id use their Krell power to go outside them.

8.  Where do you picture your dream house?

In space.   As a spaceship.   Like a trailer, an Airstream maybe, with warp drive.   Scenery, locale variable.  With some instant transporter to go wherever my spouse’s dream house may be.  Failing that.  Cave.  Or.  Earthships look nice (for anyone who wishes to build me one—ha).  Pragmatic me says:  paid for, not pricey to keep up.

9.  Favorite action movie and why?  

Something funny.  The In-Laws with Peter Falk and Alan Arkin.  Or just one or two scenes from It’s A Mad . . World.  One scene with Jonathan Winters destroying a gas station.   The other with Dick Shawn racing along in his car (jumping hills pre-Bullitt) and crying out “I’m coming to get you, Mama!”  

Now, the fun part:  answer if you will any one or several of these 9 (or so) questions:

1. What nine questions do wish someone would ask you and how would you answer them?

2. What person, real or imagined, would you prefer to ask these questions nine?   A friend, loved one, parent, cousin, spouse, paramour, census taker, psychiatric case worker, oncologist, soap opera camera operator, character fictional or otherwise?

3. Stolen from Werner Herzog’s experiments with hypnosis:  You land on an island that has been unseen by humans for a thousand years.  The last person was a mystic who legend says lived here alone.  Beyond the beach sand on the crest of a hill there is a rock with a flat face.  As you approach you see there is a short inscription and that the rock is some sort of hard gemstone, difficult to chisel into.  You realize the mystic had to spend a lifetime to inscribe these words.  And that you are the first person to see this inscription.  Please read that inscription to us.

4. If you were a cat or another animal with nine lives, how would live them?  How might you lose them?

5. Lifted from kdecember et al.:  Here are three words:   proboscis; homily; goldfinch.  Use them to write a poem.  Alternately, choose three words and use them to write a poem.  Or make up 3 words and use those.  Stumped for three imaginary words?  Callogold.  Meerfhan.  Lockwhin.  Allow context to supply their meanings.

6. Think of nine albums you love.  Alternately, books, plays, trees, whatever.  Then choose one of them you’d like to see in its inception, creation.  Describe the why and how of your observations.

7. Johnny Appleseed comes to your corner of the world.  Done with apple trees, he brings what to your locality?

8. Copping Borges:  You have a map.  Where is it a map of?  What kind of map is it?  Does this place in the map exist?   Has it existed?  Will it?

9. What is your favorite window to look out of?  Or into?  Ahem, we’ll say:  through.  Tell as many as nine things you’ve seen through that window.  Or what things frame the window?  Tell nine things.  Or more.

10. You have a small fire, but it’s a fire that can burn anything, make it go away, make it stay away.  What nine objects go in to the fire?  And if you’re free to say, why?  If not, feel free to lie about it or just drop things in.  (For extra Tumblr points, invent arcane chants & rituals for the burning said objects.)

Tag, you’re it.  Feel free to do this or not, everyone who scrolled this far.

backwardsorbust, kdecember, smallerpartsofthecity, danholepond, dialoghost, blackscab, studyinrain, hisuix, coeurdenova, ubu507, jimfay, imageofmind, chickenfriedparts, miles-to-go-before-sleep, sunshinesilhouette

[hopefully these links are done right—see tags if not]


(Happy Birthday) Andy Warhol


(Happy Birthday) Andy Warhol

Ray Bradbury’s imaginative tale, “The Exiles” was interpreted by artist Tom Sutton in Eclipse Comics’ Alien Encounters in 1986.

“The Exiles” in its original prose form has been oft-reprinted. Using authors like Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Dickens as writers whose works have been banned in some future society seems improbable, but Bradbury liked to use startling ideas. Having long-dead authors holing up on Mars as their works are discarded on Earth is a concept I don’t think could come from any but Bradbury.

Tom Sutton did an excellent job in visualizing the Bradbury style. Both of these talented men are now sadly deceased.

Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant.
H.L. Mencken (via the-history-of-fighting)
Never worry about being obsessive. I like obsessive people. Obsessive people make great art.
susan sontag (via kdecember)

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