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these are my many self examiners, the thoughts and feelings and fears and hopes and desires and compassions and cold observers i have to answer to for my actions.  they are neat and orderly most of the time, but always ready to take my temperature.  are they ready to declare my medical state or simply check my vitals and pass them on to the higher mind to assess my situation?  Yeah.  That’s a good question.

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3 divisions

how many divisions of the mind do we have to create in this world, in this society our species has chosen, in the pact of socially acceptable behavior and human compassion… how many divisions are required for us to get through this lifetime relatively unscathed? i can step outside of any situation and look at it with a pragmatic eye because I have neatly compartmentalized my heaven, hell, and earth minds.  When it comes to  my internal view – how I see myself and how to act in my own world – in these three divisions, I am less successful, less effectual.

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7,6,5 no voice of the beehive

And thus we continue. Mostly, it’s not about “my top 10″ so much as those I remember when I think “music video”.

7:  Seeing Grace Jones in any capacity has left its mark on me, especially when she and Dolph Lundgren did that naked photo shoot for Playboy in the 80s & especially once the lady started advertising for those Honda Elite Scooters.  But I digress! This vid stands as a testament to all things  music video had to offer at the time and to the beginnings of the classic music video format. To me it always looked like DaDa – like Hugo Ball and Tristan Tzara were dug up just for the occasion of creating this little moment for Miz Jones.

People painted colors, singing heads on a television set filmed to be shown on television (wheels within wheels), sped up video dancing, & antique bathing costumes are just the beginning… robo headed Grace Jones!

Grace Jones, Slave to the Rhythm

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpAOzBmeaMo

6: This is the first music video I ever saw, the first time I ever switched on MTV, first there was the astronaut with his flag and then there was this, all in 1982  (see also Bauhaus, Mask #9).  I will never forget Mr. Billy Joel falling into the carpet which was really shaving foam while haughty society women look on put out by his gauche actions.   I feel  the guns of pressure pointed at my head…  Classic dystopic future themes, ruined loafers, water glass stress, and more

. I’m not a Billy Joel fan but I still like it when I hear this song, thanks to the video.

5: I’ve inadvertently gone back to spooky town with this offering of Coil covering tainted love .

This video did more for my sense of safe sexual practices and understanding of the sheer tragic loss from HIV related complications and the ugliness of not knowing one’s STD status than any public service announcement ever did.  Was it the flies and honey?  Maybe.  Perhaps it was the dirgelike cover in combination with the Nosferatu -esque moments… or maybe it was just the times.

Either way, this video introduced me to Coil and for that I will always be grateful.

Tainted Love, Coil

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eo3TUtRnZi4

Twaddle
the ubiquitous multimedia

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10,9,8 Videos I appreciate

Music, when married to imagery in  youth up into my early 20s probably broke open my eye better than any other artistic combination.  And so, here I begin my series of 10 with those videos that have stuck with me from the moment I clapped eyes on them, for better or worse until death do us part.

10: Oh Sonic Youth, it’s a toss up.  How can I possibly choose between Death Valley 69 and any another Sonic Youth video?  Death Valley is such a classic.   Dirty Boots has the romance, McBeth is pure trash with pure trash music making it one of my favorite videos… I could go on but really the best video in the Sonic Youth category can’t help but be the evil marriage of Richard Kern, Lydia Lunch, Lung Leg, and Sonic Youth for the real murders and their sonic take on the whole affair.  This shattered my vision of music and image fantasy and took me somewhere entirely new when I first saw it:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvxoJmIox3o

9: Oh  bauhaus how can I possibly express the terror driven into my psychotropicaly frazzled mind by the viewing of this video? I’m ahead of myself though, as that terror wouldn’t have been felt until at LEAST 1986.  So perhaps I was permanently shaded to a fine grey from seeing this at an early age.  Either way I fell hard and fast for the band known as bauhaus and forever defended their brilliant artistrty & dark passion once I viewed this gem I’ve dug up from the past.  Call me spooky tooth, but this is better than most of what 1981 had to offer (and I’m looking right at you “Jessie’s Girl” and your kiss is NOT on my list Hall and Oates…).  Not surprisingly, it blew my mind.

Filmed in 1981, it likely wasn’t until 1982 at the earliest that I saw this as this is when MTV was installed in my grandparent’s home.  Well, it was multi-channel cable that was instaslled but as far as my brother and I were concerned it was MTV that was installed.  It’s possible my bizarre comfort with death was formed with the fusion of cancer, MTV, and bauhaus’ fine song and film… Mask

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMlke769S8Y

8: Oh The Residents  (and snakefinger), Hello Skinny indeed! This is still my favorite song of yours and so it beats out the amazing filmed “video” for Third Reich and Roll (but barely!  because I love the newspaper klansmen and the gigantic steaks destroying the swastika so MUCH).   The appearance of eyeballs in the background of this video has nothing to do withbad artschool first film ever!1! and everything to do with The Residents, pre theft of one eye head, for those not familiar.

This will complete the absurdly creepy videos portion of our programme.  Well, maybe.  I think it’s the creepy ones that always worked best for me.  Skinny sold something, every single night….

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyVvgDxIZu4

Twaddle
the ubiquitous multimedia

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Oops

whoops.  I forgot to blog.

But this is keen and you should click at it

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google-mancy

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narwhal

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoGxORvQEE&feature=related

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKat1eAjNuQ

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radiolaria, dendrite, nerves

radiolaria

first let us start with a link to some really stunning jewelry and some other blogged crafty work.  this is not  in the realm of cute chick makes corsets1!11!!/etsy yarn doll / screen print/ sparrow necklace stuff, although I know there was an etsy page start here, it transcends.  this work is a lovely fusion of  biologics made to wear art and craft .  best to look at the jewelry here and the concept in context than for me to describe.

A current bubbling up & creative project of mine caused me to find those adornments. That currency relates to a musical project which perhaps will find its way to the blather and figurals pages under which all creative dolls find themselves stuffed for now.  I don’t feel like collecting more interest, I must admit. I need to spend the currency here, but when and how when and how…

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but more to the point, there is a nearly hidden line in my recent animated obsession  ‘everything will be ok

A line comes with the deformed birds on cell phones moment  (although ‘the pipe is leaking’ has invaded my thoughts quite often) where one says “I am made nervous…” and completes that sentence.  The completion of sentence in EWBOK matters but not really to the rest of my story.

Right.  Well.

so.

Yes.

‘I am made nervous’ keyed into a variety of concepts that have a tendency to draw my attention.  Or at least send me into a research state.  Nervousness in humans be it due to self-effacement or borne of genuine insecurity – be it substantive or be it simple genetic meets mental disposition, the concept of the nerves and discussion -Their nervousness fascinates., I like to see it.

As I enjoy thrumming on the nerve endings of others, to see what reactions I might inspire – I consider, of course, the nervous system, the stimulus<>response, and naturally it all takes a hard right into the parking lot of Behaviourism.

Somehow, it also falls into a written project which will have some relation to sound scape. it is all mucosa.

Bubble bubble.

For now, here are some things I found in 9 minutes of very fast google research that I will keep to remember the line “i am made nervous”.  More to come as it sets up into a  substantial project…or perhaps this is all I will get.  A moment made public of the kind of research that allows me to move into the  productive part of the day.

I find the images I discovered in my quick scan-words-into-images  similar and leading.

enervated when I see the following in succession now on the page, i am made nervous when I consider such patterns bent to projects.

Drosophila melanogaster  (fruit fly)excelsior

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nerves-and-body-systems-motgbraune03

if you have yet to discover …. when hereabouts, clicking thumbnails makes for big pics overlaid on the browser window.

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Oh so connected.but.

apmandibles

I have a love hate relationship with the connectedy-ness of the community software systems.  I’ve tribed, I’ve live journaled, I’ve completely given up on myspace because for some reason it always breaks my browsers and I lack the requisite patience, I was the yelp-iest for a time, I was all up in those Craigslist forums talking about film or food, and now I’m all kinds of facebooked. I have yet to twitter.

As an aside, I see Twitter as owning excellent potential for quick doses from perverse & straight forward sex work alike.  “And now I am inserting”   “Just made so and so do such and such. Mua ha ha”.  I can see one more commercial revenue stream in the, at times, hard scrabble life of the sex worker trying to make ends meet.  There would be no sound or image to be seen by prying eyes, just an added textual titillation to the day.  I’ve already fantasied out the long term implications of being so connected into machines and how we all relate to our sexuality and how very much it has become attached to the untouchable & wired.  But that, dear readers, is another topic perhaps to be spewed in the first person plural oft adopted by Dolls in the Walls.

Where was I?  Ah, right…

Having taken the approach that blogging is diarizing  in general, or displaying personal interest and preference without a need for response,  it’s odd that I would find any trouble in the quick fix version found in something like a facebook.  While potentially being read by others, these blogs (or online journals) can just be a random body expressing our truths to whomever might stop and read, confessing into the ether, or knowledge that the people you care about are at least aware of how you’re thinking/feeling/acting out.  That ultimately self expression online is about the writer more than the readers (“in most cases” caveat goes here), why do I find elements of “community portals” a bit off putting?  I believe I am a bit troubled when  expressing ourselves through pre-fabricated applets and click-to-adds becomes a bit like collecting rather than connecting.

jaw-musclesThere is a fair bit of ‘ the easy communicating in a busy world’ that I have warmed to around Facebook.  “It’s snowing here” is a great example – no need to call or send an email to that affect, it’s really a mini statement that does not need a full blog post or additional imagery.  It isn’t so one-sided because it becomes open to comments from your friends.  Indeed,  where some of my friends live there has been a snowpacalypse lately and more snow is in fact something I’d like to know about their status.

However, I also fall prey to mulling the clever little sentence I could post about myself in the “status field ” wondering in the moment how to utilize the language to send cryptic messages to a small handful of in the know friends, real no holds barred status information, or just broad smirks to all.  I hold myself back from this.  Owing to that other part of self – the one that feels a bit keenly or has been called a prig or simply “too intense”, I am tempted to post status (statii?) of  blatant honesty, confessions of weakness, or personal vivisection that rails against the very cheery nature of the Facebook.  I’ve even thought about the clever persona that could capitalize on that very dreary purpose.  If one Woe Smee requests to befriend you, jump on the band wagon!

So yeah. I continue to interface.  To connect.

latmandibleI muse about the ways in which one could use facebook for evil or at the very least to mini-torture the people one loves.  Seeing their new persona mashed by that picture you have  from 1989 is nothing short of hilarity to my mind.  There is a definite shamespiral of revenge photo tagging that I have yet to see truly unfold, but I wait for it, with  hangover/band van tour/braces/nerdy adventure gaming/ pics at the ready!   I see the fascinating thing about “Hey I knew that person when I was 16, what are they doing now?” and how FB has moved from being about the young getting together into more of we older types reminiscing and trying to feel a sense of connection to a place we hardly remember.  That or saying to one another “I turned out like this, pretty cool huh?”  or perhaps “I had this baby, you can’t deny that I’ve affected the world in some way”.

Love hate.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Meantime, DiTW is just a series of things I see (and speak or photograph), make, feel, do, think.  I thought I best do a little pixelsteading out here on the inter-range for now.  The mind it is aswim as ever in a sea of open ended options, creative impulses, and possible actions taken.

Twaddle

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