is she on your radar? top favs from 2010… this is one of mine, she’s Nigerian by way of Paris…

Born in Paris and returning to her family’s home in Lagos, Nigeria at the age of two, Asa found herself dreaming from an early age. As the only girl in a family of four, living in an African city that was both vibrant and turbulent, young Asa often sought solace in her thoughts. With a vivid imagination and dreams of musical stardom, she would often take to an imaginary stage with her imaginary microphone and perform to her imaginary audience.

Growing up listening to a diverse range of music from artists including Fela Kuti, Bob Marley, Michael Jackson and Lauryn Hill, these influences all played their part when Asa began to forge her own musical path.

These are not human children… they are (extremely limber!) robots… but robots knowing that a flawless performance is all that stands between survival and starvation for themselves and their families. As tensions flare between North and South Korea, it is worth consideration that North Korea has nothing to lose, while the South has everything to lose!…

Everyone knows that if it came to actual WAR, the North would ultimately LOSE, and that insane regime finally brought to an end… but probably NOT before they wrought nuclear havoc on South Korea and probably Japan too…

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“The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force… from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree.”
-some internet person

this one’s not bad either…

“Let me get this straight- your religion preaches that two thousand years ago, a Middle Eastern virgin was impregnated by a ghost. And the spawn of this ethereal sperm grew up to walk on water… and multiply bread loaves and heal the sick and raise the dead and cast out literal demons. And this Love Child wasn’t just any ordinary spud, it was God incarnate who willingly submitted to a bloody S&M crucifixion to pay for OUR sins, when it would have been much easier (and less messy) if He’d merely made us sin-proof in the first place. And this Miracle Baby, son of a (cough) virgin, rose from the dead after three days and now gets very upset when heavy-metal musicians slander His name. And Moses parted the Red Sea, Noah had an ark, God rained frogs on Egypt, and Joshua made the sun stand still. And even though Adam and Eve only gave birth to two boys (one of whom killed the other), the human race somehow fruitfully multiplied while avoiding the sin of incest. And remote Polynesian islanders will boil in molten lava eternally if they don’t embrace the gospel, even if they’ve never had a chance to hear the gospel. And the God who gave you a weenie will also zap you with a lightning bolt if thou darest toucheth the weenie which he didst create
Is that it? Did I miss anything? Is this the horseshit you’re trying to peddle me? That’s not the Greatest Story Ever Told, it’s the craziest.”
-Jim Goad, The Redneck Manifesto, p. 146.

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OK, give me your best shot at buddhism.

snip snip. crazy crazy. starchild.

SF has banned Happy Meal toys, outlawed sitting on sidewalks during daylight hours and fines residents for not sorting garbage into recycling, compost and trash.

Lloyd Schofield wants to add a new law to the books in San Francisco: A ban on all male circumcisions.

Those who violate the ban could be jailed (not more than one year) or fined (not more than $1,000), under his proposal. Circumcisions even for religious reasons would not be allowed. At this point, Schofield’s proposal is an idea that will have to clear several hurdles to be considered.

Schofield and like-minded advocates who call themselves “intactivists” seek to make it “unlawful to circumcise, excise, cut, or mutilate the whole or any part of the foreskin, testicles, or penis” of anyone 17 or younger in San Francisco.

They’re working their way towards accomplishing their goal… but hey, prop 19 failed… and prop 8… so… but this is SF and not CA…
snip snip. crazy crazy. starchild.

San Francisco Circumcision Ban

San Francisco Petition To Ban Circumcision is About Much More than Skin (-source is the right wing news!! ;0)): “Liberals are driving this city-in-decline into the ocean ( See below for San Francisco financial problems) because they refuse to stop spending tax payer money on “do-gooder” causes and refuse to deal with the financial reality of dwindling tax revenues.”

William S. Burroughs
“The Thanksgiving Prayer”

Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.

For nigger-killin’ lawmen, feelin’ their notches.

For decent church-goin’ women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.

Thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind their own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the memories– all right let’s see your arms!

You always were a headache and you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

massive iron deltoids swollen with hot metal flexed as he lifted the patched engine up and into place, sparkling in a thousand places as the nanos swarmed, and all was well, as always. i knew him before the monster, and i will tell you he was stranger then. tweak o fate that led us here, i had never seen the end of it, the path that a human life could take after the time comes when nothing ever has to end. spread into the stars with a governing subroutine no one had seen, held him in place and firm within millions of bodies, some whispering to the powerful, some to the air, and some, like this, made stronger than most and he turns to look at me the xray eyes boring out my chromes and with it comes recognition, a light pulse, an adjusted aperture and so i see him and nod in return, so so many have i seen, and nodded, and still he spreads into the stars. a ship to the core was his body when he flicked out and sifff with all aboard went somewhere we no not of, somewhere he is, too far for our eyes, young as we are. sent back long enough and you see blue sky and lone levelheaded courage, a penchant for utterly bizarre and often dangerous companionry, and the occasional throwing back of the head and howling at the sky before leaping over a screaming bonfire, smoking, smoking, smoke. simple origins and complex set-upons, gentle reason and barbarous survival, poetry, song, silence. stand him in the middle of the road and run him over, he does not die, he burns life and stands still, listening to the engine ping. ship maker gives me a last look and flick of a vast claw, this one is bound for out of here altogether, and we must go.

So I am – 51 years old – cleaning and baking getting ready for my college-aged kids to come home for thanksgiving from their respecitve colleges along with various roommates and stragglers – and “oh can I bring someone else home…etc”

My son who just submitted a poem ( about his interpretation of the Buddah) to Bombay Gin – a naropa journal
my daughter who has seen more shows at the “Showbox” than college classrooms

But hey – wasn’t that just where I was……
Wasn’t it just the other thanksgiving when Steve was burning up chairs and fireplaces while passing kidney stones???
Others of us driving through the night to get to Boulder and Netherland for a great feast
and mad musical endeavors in the mts. of CA

“Hats off” to all of you who keep motoring along the spiritual quest for good music, friends, and love.

Namaste to all
OReilly

I look so goddamn emo in this picture I had to post it. Unfortunately no shot of our new drummer for the occasion who served admirably. There was another guy involved as well, who even stepped in to bang the skins a bit as well as a little wailing. I’ll try to dig up one of his pics if I can.

Here’s the set list with personnel:

Travelers – Sluggo on piano, Max on bass, Reed on guitar, Darryl on drums
Round – same folks with Sluggo and Max on vocals
Such is Love – same, but with drummer switch. Begemotya steps in!
Crazy – Sluggo on piano, Max on bass, Motya on lead vocal
Angel Too close to the Ground – Sluggo piano and Motya vocal
To Be With You – Sluggo piano and Max bass
Waltzing Matilda – Sluggo piano
Back in the USSR – starting lineup plus Motya on vocal
Motya the Great – starting lineup with Max vocal

Unbelievably, I got a hug from the Ruler at the end! Eat your heart out Byronius. Generally well-received set and the surprise appearance of Motya on drums got the hoped for whoops and hollers and thunderous acclaim. The opera stuff came off OK but the folks in the audience still don’t know what to make of us. OTOH, they must be noticing that we’re not as awful as when we started out a year and a half ago.

After stepping outside for a little of the puff that inspires, the band insisted on returning for a second set:

Personnel throughout: Sluggo piano, vocal, Max bass, vocal, Reed guitar, Darryl drums

Eons of Joy
Something is Dreaming (got the “me oh my” in there)
Planet My Love
F. O. D.
Galichka Rusalichka

Something slowly dawned on me during Something. A couple of young ladies I had never seen before at one of these parties were actually paying very close attention to the words and music. It was fascinating. I think they were kind of turned on by our stuff. Very cool. I think I’m inspired to take this a little farther.

An hour or so later I walked Sluggo to her car and a few people said stuff like “you guys were great, blah, blah, blah…” I mentioned to Missy how empowering it is to play with her and how I get to share in the glory of her brilliance. She just laughed (didn’t try to deny it). A minute or so later as I was walking back in a couple of people walking out from the party started raving to me about how good the music was. I had to turn around and be sure I was alone. No Sluggo . I allowed myself a moment to imagine that I had something to do with it after all.

My Weatherbug says 25° F (-3.9° C) and the white stuff started coming down around 7am… Only an inch or two so far, but out West, we tend to freak out at the first few flakes and close all the schools!

Looks like La Señorita Niña is kicking in just as scheduled… ¡Viva la Nieve! I suspect Max & Co. will get plenty of opportunity for cross-country schussing this winter!