she said she likes rexroth

k.r. poem:

FACT

In the encyclopedia
Are facts on which you can't improve.
As: "The clitoris is present
In all mammals. Sometimes, as in
The female hyena, it is
Very large."

the complete mathematical works of

As supply and demand converge toward a zero point, their angle of intersection nears 1 over infinity. Such a ratio defines the relation of this balog to its imaginary readers. They've all forgotten about its existence, because its author has given no reason for them to expect otherwise. It has expired. Or so we thought. But then out of the woodwork trees sprout again.

Thought for the evening comes at random from the Brian Eno/Peter Schmidt set of Oblique Strategies: "Define an area as 'safe' and use it as an anchor"

Reminds me of those games you played in summer camp as a kid. I don't really remember how it works, but it involves lots of kids all swarming around outside. Some kids are trying to "get" the other ones. And there's an area that's "safe" -- the anchor. And then lots of expeditions outward from the safety. Or something like that.

Thoreau journal thought for the day

[1853] April 8. 6 A.M. – To Abel Hosmer's ring-post.
The ground sprinkled, salted, with little snowlike pellets on tenth of an inch in diameter, from half an inch to one inch apart, sometimes cohering starwise together. As if it had spit so much snow only. I think it one form of frost merely, or frozen dew. Noticed the like a week or two ago. It was gone in half an hour, when I came back. What is the peculiar state of atmosphere that determines these things? The spearer's light last night shone into my chamber on the wall and awakened me.
Saw and heard my small pine warbler shaking out his trills, or jingle, even like money coming to its bearings. They appear much the smaller from perching high in the tops of white pines and flitting from tree to tree at that height.
Is not my night-warbler the white-eyed vireo? - not yet here. Heard the field sparrow again.
The male Populus grandidentata appears to open very gradually, beginning sooner than I supposed. It shows some of its red anthers long before it opens. There is a female on the left, on Warren's Path at Deep Cut.
Is not the pollen of the P. tremuliformis like rye meal? Are not female flowers of more sober and modest colors, as the willows for instance? The hylas have fairly begun now.

pootoogook

this inuit artist is amazing. his name is K. Pootoogook. here is Gathering Kelp. I'd like to be doing that right now.

what times were those

well, at least it's sunny and warm in New York too... today.

it's untitled, right

Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb -
Or Dome of Worm -
Or Porch of Gnome -
Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

what's wrong with this picture?

I thought bands usually sued their managers for damages, not the other way around.

INXS

fi and fear

people get ready.... for the new imprint label Fi and Fear. it will be releasing records from the likes of The Dreaming Habit, Ricardo Sun, The Nadjas, and the Uruguayan nouveau disco legend TLEE. when will this all happen? very soon, my friends, very soon.

www.fiandfear.com

what a difference a day makes

Stanley Cortez is happy that I'm feeling better, aren't you Stanley?

hanging over

OK, so yesterday I predicted sugar disaster. Sure enough it has struck. About 2pm today I became unbearably tired, and then for the rest of the day, even driving to Red Hook for Mike and Daphne's going away party, I've felt completely and utterly hung over. Not so much headaches as with alcohol, but dizziness and general awefulness. And headaches too. Haven't passed out yet, but I feel like it.

So how better to combat the sugar hangover? A thousand indecisions.... how bout some green juice, which is very very green, and some, er, alcohol. Not to drink now, to drink later. So from LeNell's best lil bourbon shop in Red Hook I came away with five (5) bottles. OK, let's see here. We've got the Rock Hill bourbon, farthest on the left, with its (supposedly) robust and spicy flavors. Then a bottle of Sweet Georgia Belle's Peach Mango Rum Liqueur ("As you taste your first sup of Sweet Georgia Belle, you'll have visions of magnolia blossoms and honeysuckle vines with the aroma of sweet mimosas filling the air." -- very nearly a Kosugi gummy advertisement) How could I resist? That one's for Amanda, if she ever returns (her fate is still unlearned). Moving right along we've got a petite bottle of green Chartreuse, which is stronger and bolder than its yellow counterpart. An even tinier Ouzo for Zach, who wants Ouzo, but just a little bit (add water for clouds). And lastly, the Fee Brothers Peach Bitters. There was an article in the store about the resurgence of bitters to our cocktail culture. Google it, cause I can't recount the whole story. But cmon, how good does a martini with peach bitters sound? Once I'm not so sick I'll try it.

ps - on the back of the Sweet Georgia Belle, it says, with no punctuation:

This Fine Rum Liqueur was created for your enjoyment
Please enjoy it responsibly

flushing meadows

It was so cold tonight I felt like it was some diversion by an evil force.

Went with Mary and Hank tonight to Spicy and Tasty, in the Flushing Chinatown (39-07 Prince St), having heard that it's the best place for real deal Sichuan food. It's pretty amazing. No white people there, which is unusual even for the hole in the wall places I usually go to in Queens. Started off with a smoked bean curd and celery appetizer, which was in a bright green sauce that tasted like it had peanut oil in it. And dan dan noodles, which are soft white noodles with minced pork on top. The sauce in the bottom of the bowl, which you have to mix around with the noodles, has a really indescribable flavor, mixed with the spicy lip-numbing sensation of the sichuan peppercorns, which is equally indescribable. Some pea shoots sauteed with garlic were very good, and a beef with spinach and sha-cha (?) sauce was only OK, but the diced spicy chicken with pickled turnip was completely smokin. Another flavor I've never had before. Very spicy and very tasty.



I should mention that before our food came, a smell wafted through the restaurant. I think it was the "Stinky Bean Curd", but who knows. All I can say is that it was a intense as durian, but smelled more like something that would come out of a body, especially a not so healthy body. Enough said. Mary nearly had to leave, but it's a good thing we stayed, because what we did eat was completely incredible.

We then went to Eddie's Sweet Shop (105-29 Metropolitan Ave, Queens) for some ice cream, to combat the spice of the Chinese. This place is like straight out of 1954, though I hear it actually opened in 1909. Vanilla fudge with butterscotch and what must be home-made whipped cream has nearly put me into sugar shock, something I can only handle about once a year. I nearly finished it too. The place also featured strange little displays in the window: mostly lots of Ty stuffed animals, but a few weirdly minimalist porcelain deer also held up the fort in the miniature department. Go there!