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Sweet Suffering Madness And Confusion

Okay, yeah, so I didn’t say anything yesterday. And I don’t have much time to say anything to-night, as it’s five minutes to midnight…! *grin* Yeah, I know, I forgot again. Who asked you, anyhow? At least I’m trying! What are you doing with your spare time and energy?

How’s that for a cryptic title, by-the-by? Yes, it does mean something. No, I don’t have time to explain. Deal.

I did a KAOS volume yesterday and have just finished another to-night. That takes me up to 38 and I’m now thinking of stopping at 48 or earlier. I don’t want to rely on too many obscure tracks on the last few disks–I need to keep up the over-all level of recognition and radio-friendly quality in order to make them seem a contiguous whole. These two seem to play well, but I’ll leave that to the jury.

To-morrow morgen I might be meeting my pop for breakfast, provided Bear-Cat is not too sick. He’s getting old (16) and quite sickly, and pop is determined to keep him alive for as long as possible. I can’t say I blame him; I wish I’d done more for Missie in her last year. She got old at a time in my life when I was too distracted by learning to work and deal with people professionally and wotnot, and I just did not spend enough time with her. No time for regrets, though.

Damn, but I have so much that I want to ramble on about and I have several things I really want to rail against and rant about… I need to get on a regular schedule for this thing, that way I’m always going to be able to do what I want. Hmmmm…. Me, on a regular schedule? Gods, but those are hard to start! Still, I’d like to start soap-boxing more often and this seems the best place for that, eh? Must get better organised…

Okay, I’d better get onto something else… I need to get to bed soon. Stay out of trouble, kiddies.

“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.” -Stephen Stills

Nope, Not Quite Yet…

Huh, well, I almost missed another day! It’s five minutes to midnight and I hadn’t found the time to do this earlier. That means that my important news will have to wait until to-morrow to be announced here. Most of you probably know already, and those who don’t will have to wait, ‘cuz I am tired.

I did make a couple of CDs this morning whilst waiting around for a call back and I have updated the KAOS track listing. I took that opportunity to re-write the introduction to it and to break it onto several sub-pages (as the list was getting massive!). I have set aside all of the tracks I’m going to use to finish the series, which will top out at exactly fifty volumes. Yipes! More than I had planned, but I had a dickens of a time eliminating enough songs to keep it below that! *grin* I deleted literally about 200 songs from my rough notes for the collection. No one could accuse me of having narrow tastes in music, eh? And this is only covering about a decade of music! I have plans to make a lenthy ’80s series later in the year (new wave, synth-pop, etceteras); that one will be fun, too–I have probably just as much material to choose from! Damn, but I own too many CDs…. That’s about all there is in here…. books and CDs…. Who needs nice furniture or a television?!

Okay, no more news for you. Go away. Get some sleep.

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” -Leonard Cohen

I Am The Walrus

‘I Am The Walrus’ by Lennon/McCartney

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Mister City P’liceman sitting
Pretty little p’licemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo a’joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g’joob, goo goo g’joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, See how they snied.
I’m crying.

Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo a’joob, g’ goo goo g’joob, (goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob goo goo gooooooooooooo joooooooob)

To-morrow (the 18th) is Paul McCartney’s 62nd birthday. Well, actually it’s already his birthday, as it’s late at night here and he’s in the UK… *grin* So… Happy Birthday, Paulie! I thought I’d channel a little of John’s mojo for you. After all, everyone knows that you were the walrus! Cheers!

Below is the shortest quote I’ve used yet. There is a reason for it. Julie, can you guess? I’ll bet no one else can… *grin*

“Eureka!” -Archimedes of Syracuse

Biotech Is Godzilla

Hmmm, I am listening to an album… can anyone guess which one…? Haddie, you’re not allowed to guess — it would be cheating. Damn, it’s been a while since I’ve had this on. I am still curious about the three albums they’ve done without Max — they get good reviews, but I’m too poor and I don’t know anyone who’s bought ’em, so I’ve no idea what they sound like now. Ah, well.

A big “HALLO” to Marta, who has finally looked at my Web site, and who seems to think this page is it… *grin* Look around, my friend… there’s already a lot here and it’s going to get huge over the next year or two! *grin* Anyroad, welcome aboard the Good Ship Liamowicz, where “a splendid time is guaranteed for all.” If you take a look here in the Web-log section regularly, you’ll find me ruminating on, well, whatever the heck I’ve been thinking about lately… Sometimes I rant, other times I make bad jokes, oftimes I just babble on about what I’ve been doing lately. It’s a really fun way to keep a journal. (Not that anyone -ought- to care what I’m doing, but that’s not really the point. Aren’t ‘blogs just exercises in vanity anyhow? *lol*

Seen to-day on a license plate frame: “Did You Know: Cancer Cures Smoking”; he plate itself said “SMOG BAD”; pretty darned funny. Gotta love healthy sarcasm.

I answered a question to-day about my views on human sexuality and relationships and I was thinking about taking my response and expanding it into a nice little rant for the Web-log here. If I finish that to-night (umm, if I have time to even _think_ about it!), I’ll post it later as an addendum. Otherwise, it make make an appearance to-morrow. Warning: it will be predictably Liam-ish and unorthodox.

I’m gonna get back to my music. I am composing a R.E.M. compilation set-list in my head right now, which is kinda weird since I’m listening to … oops, I almost told you! You have to guess! *snicker* Either way, their sounds could not be further apart without a conscious effort… heh… Anyroad, I am only short one R.E.M. album, which I will probably buy soon as I saw it on sale recently, and it’s always fun to make a retrospective when you have all of the albums from a given artist. As soon as I can afford to buy “Fables of the Reconstruction” I’ll make that set. Oh, and I’ve been thinking of doing one for the Smiths & Morrissey for some time, so maybe I’ll do that in between–I already have everything there. Uh, oh, wait a minute… Morrissey just released a new album… I don’t have everything… damn… Oh, well.

“It’s so easy to laugh, it’s so easy to hate– it takes strength to be gentle and kind.” -Steven Patrick Morrissey

Happy May Day!

Did you march somewhere? Did you express your solidarity with the downtrodden American worker, crushed beneath the heels of aggressive capital? Did you get a nice warm fuzzy feeling of connexion and brotherly love? No? Well, what’s the matter with you people, anyhow?! Why do the Europeans celebrate a holiday created here, for us? *sheesh* How quickly we have forgotten the lessons of the last century.

Anyroad, so here I am, making a Web-log entry, the first in five days or so. *sigh* Yeah, it’s just an “excuse,” but I do have one! I’ve been writing like a madman for my various class projects. There remain only two weeks in the semester, and then finals, and I have a lot of papers to finish…. I have seven due in a two week period, of which two are now completed, two are mostly-finished, and three I have not even begun…

It’s been a fun and rewarding semester, though, and with the exception of my German course, I am proud of what I’ve been able to accomplish. I think I’m finally getting into the swing of this “school thing.” Helpful, since I have another five or six years to go… *grin* Advanced degrees are bloody time-consuming.

In interesting news, I have decided to work closely with one of my history professors in his area of current research for my Senior Seminar paper, with the stated goal of being able to publish it in conjunction with him later on. Wild!!! I have a lot of catch-up reading to do over the summer, because this is not my best period by a long shot, but I have the political savvy and critical ⁄ analytical skills to get into it and make something of it, and with the possibility of journal publication looming, there is no chance I’m passing this one by!

Let’s see… what else is new…? Oh, yeah, I finally put the finishing touches on a CD project I’d started about four months ago: a Tom Waits retrospective. I’m hoping to use this five-disc set, covering the highlights from his entire career, to win new fans for one of my all-time favourites. Tom is a genius, and more people need to hear, and love, his stuff. Hopefully it works… I think it plays well… Of course, I like all of his songs, so trimming a 30-year catalogue down to five discs was painful, and there are a lot of great tunes I’d like to have included! Ah, well.

Oh, and I got back my second exam from World War II, and it was a bit better than the first, which is a relief. She’s a much harder grader than the other profs., especially since I integrate a lot of outside knowledge in the essays for this class (having read far too much on the subject), and thought I’d covered the questions well. Anyroad, on the first test I scored a 93%, which was the lowest history score I’ve gotten yet, and the second was a 96%, which was pretty normal, I suppose (scores in the other five Chapman history courses have ranged from 95%-100%, with most of them in the 98%-100% range). Why the hell am I talking about this? Shit, I don’t even care, so why should you? I guess I’m babbling since it’s been a few days, and I feel I have to say something that sounds important, and I just can’t think of anything to say!

I guess I’ll just shut up and get back to my homework, then. I’ll try to get back to this regularly, okay? Not that anyone reads this or cares, but damnit, I DO! *grin* And someday, posterity will, too! After all, the pointless, long-winded, and meandering drivel that I have littered these many pages with may one day be treated as the pronouncements of some long-dead prophet or sage of reason, and then my existence, and these efforts, will have been rewarded. Or maybe they’ll just be deleted… Either way… who cares…?! *grin*

“My view is that if there is no evidence for it, then forget about it.” -Carl Sagan

‘The Russia Wants To Eat Us Alive’

*hiccup* I love Ginsberg. Don’t you?

I am quite tired, but I did not forget to write to-day! Hooray for tiny miracles! I ran a bunch of errands, found a couple more books, and added about five pages to my Nietzsche paper. I am hoping to finish a draft of it to-morrow, provided Julian does not distract me over-long; he’s coming by in the morgen to chat for a while. I’ve got the next section’s topic roughed out in me head; I’ve just gotta sit down and figure out how I wanna say it. I probably won’t have it done to-morrow, since the conclusion is still fairly nebulous, but it’ll be done by Wednesday at the latest. Then, it’s off to the Literature paper… Fun, fun week for me.

All of this reading and writing about Herr Nietzsche has me itching to draft one of my own little diatribes soon; I am fighting the urge, as I have a lot to do. Hopefully it’s still there when I’m caught up with my work, as I have about a half-dozen embryonic philosophic essays sitting here on my dev. computer, and they’re just waiting for time to be born.

Mindless trivia: to-day is the anniversary of Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley’s deaths (eight years apart, though). As far as I’m concerned, they were both suicides (Staley’s just took longer), so it’s hard to have any sympathy for them, but my heart still goes out to the family and friends they abandoned in their selfish race to oblivion. Suicide is the ultimate stupidity.

Welp, I hafta git up in about five hour, so I’m a-gonna git some sleep. Y’all skee-daddle now, ‘hear?

“For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?” -Milan Kundera


I have to determine what I will do as a senior thesis this week, and I have no clue yet what I want to focus on! There are SO MANY POSSIBILITIES! I need to narrow the list down by Monday, and make up my mind by the end of the week.

Even sooner, though, I must know by Tuesday what I will do for a World War II historiography paper. Initially, I had thought to do something on an aspect of diplomatic history or foreign policy, but I am lately considering doing a cultural history- that is, studying an idea.

What I had in mind was to discuss the uses and abuses of modern philosophy in Nazi ideology. Specifically, I would address the misappropriation of Nietzsche’s ideas in support of Hitler’s nationalistic and antisemitic policies, and the rôle of Martin Heidegger and existentialism within Nazi thought. As a framework, I could take Hitler’s Mein Kampf and deconstruct his ideas and their expressions in contemporary political, social, and philosophical theory. Sound too big? Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking… but it sure would be fun….

I managed to get nothing done on my “Becket” paper to-day, and I’m getting thoroughly stressed out by how far behind my health has gotten me. I want to tear out all of my hair and scream and cry and give up… but I can’t do any of that, of course. What I will do is pick myself up off the floor, figure out what my next step is, and take it. “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” After all, I only have seven term papers to write in a month-and-a-half, three of which are 10-plus page research papers…. and keep up with everything else… that’s not so much, IS IT?!?! *grin*

I wonder if anyone has ever noticed that I often use quotes that are inspired by the subject of my Web-log entry. Sometimes they are complementary, sometimes contrapuntal. Always, they are accidental and random, in a sub-conscious sorta way; I don’t plan ’em, they just come to me. Anyroad, I was just looking at the massive scribble I did late last night, and noticed the James quote I ended on. I said to meself, ‘Gee, that’s a subtle twist’ and wondered aloud if anyone had noticed. Well, if you haven’t, I’ve now given it away. Not that anyone really cares one way or the other, but I thought it was amusing, and you know I love to share with you anything and everything that just randomly occurs to me as my fingers fly across these keys…

Speaking of flying (which is no fun, by-the-by), I need to get off this damned computer and get to work on my “Becket” paper. It’s not a particularly long one, and once I get going, it should be easy enough. I just need to find that frequently-elusive perfect opening line… I am such a slave to my inspirations. I swear, if I ever had to produce copy on a deadline, I’d probably go insane. Wait a minute… Am I… Never mind.

Ah, I almost forgot to mention the supreme bummer that I am NOT going to be seeing Morrissey with Mindy next month. As it turns out, the shows (all FIVE of them) sold out within minutes, and of the huge crowd outside my local Ticket(Satan)Master location, only three people were able to buy tickets before they were all gone. I am well and truly disappointed, and I’m sure Mindy will be, too; I know I’ve wanted to see Morrissey since, oh, the mid-80s, just before the Smiths broke up (which is when I first discovered them). Ah, well. Since there’s an obvious demand (surprisingly?! He hasn’t had a hit in a LONG time), mayhaps he’ll come back to L.A. soon, and I’ll get another chance at it. ‘Course, it’d be nicer still if that happened before Mindy moved to Europa for good.

“To anyone who has even an approximate understanding of the concept of philosophy and its history, the notion of a world-view philosophy is an absurdity.” -Martin Heidegger

Nice Round Numbers

Finished volume 24; thought you might care. Too busy to say much else. Homework, homework, homework. Cheers!

“Truth is never pure, and rarely simple.” -Oscar Wilde

A Small Dose To Be Polite

No long and pointless rambling to-night (even though I have a lot I want to write about), ‘cuz I’m gonna try to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. I’ve been insomniac too much lately, and with the way the medication is affecting me, it’s just too much.

I will point out that I’ve continued the music set, and have just finished the 23rd volume. Some truly inspired transitions on this one, as well as some really obscure gems. Fun for the whole family.

“It is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to use it well.” -René Descartes

Oh, How I Love The Sound Of The Rain Falling Outside My Window…

I just noticed that I’ve posted absolutely no poems for the month of February! It’s not as though I’ve written none- I have plenty of completed pieces (and fragments) in my journal and on the computer, but I’m formatted none of them for the site. I did, however, write far less in February than in January, which is attributable in part to a more hectic school schedule, as well as my brain-numbing illness. Anyroad, I’ll have to get to formatting the dozen or two I have soon.

Still suffering from insomnia in the evenings (as well as periods of total disorientation in the afternoon… things are weird right now…), I’m continuing work on my Vietnam-era radio obsession. It’s going to be much longer, more comprehensive, weirder, and more obscure than even I had planned. I even pulled out Captain Beefheart for the latest set! If only I could find my Stooges albums… that’s what they need right about now… In fact, of the great sixties artists, the only ones I can think of that I’d love to repesent and cannot (because I have no CDs from them) are Phil Ochs, King Crimson, the Soft Machine, and the Stooges. If I find a cash windfall before the collection is done, we’ll see if that can be rectified, but otherwise… we’ll have to make do without. It’s still got more great weirdness than most folks have heard of, I reckon.

I didn’t have time to work on the story to-day, save for 30 minutes before my first class, but I added two pages in that time. I would guess that it’s about 1⁄4 to 1⁄3 finished, and I already know everything I want to do- I just need to write it down. This will be a quick one, and we’ll see where I go from here- whether I make the time to continue this hobby or not.

Oh, one last- I was invited to-day by the history department to represent us in a re-creation of the Brown vs. Board of Education suit on its upcoming 50th anniversary! I was pleased and honoured, but had to decline- I don’t think my allergies would allow me to sit still in a polyester judge’s costume for over an hour. I am seriously and thoroughly bummed to have had to turn down the offer, but it was nice of them to think of me in the first place.

“Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.” -Charles Bukowski