Exponential Detritus

Corbid is a bit, shall we say, under the weather of late.

Not to regale you all with the sordid details, but the gist of it is that if I don’t eat, I am fine until I grow weak from low blood sugar, at which point I must eat, but then when I do I grow feverish and kind of seasick and it all begins again.



Oh there was an old lady who swallowed a fly

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die…

(Hey, you there with the elipses! Why must you always oversue the elipses? Why must you end every sentence like this…)

Distracted ramblings of a feverish brain.

Feel free to make fun of them in the comments section.

Shall sink back into my fever dream with a soundtrack by Nick Drake, courtesy of Rhapsody which is well worth the ten bucks a month if only for the immediacy of it…(more elipses, wtf?)

Dreamt I was hanging out with Lizzie and the Chrisful one, eating leftover Lucky Wishbone in one of the motel rooms at her parents’ motel. And Lizzie had cut her hair and dyed it black for some reason and had purple eyeshadow and fake lashes but was otherwise gothed out to the nines, and Chris had a Bowie haircut and a red velvet frock coat. And instead of having game night, we were going to the fineline (which doesn’t even exist anyomore) and then meeting friends at a certain local bar to try and solicit them to come to our Ceilidh. And in the dream Lucky Wishbone was famous for its pickled peppers…strange.

From an interview in The Onion with Neil Gaiman:

“All my life, I’ve felt that I was getting away with something because I was just making things up and writing them down, and that one day there would be a knock, and a man with a clipboard would be standing there and say, “It says here you’ve just been making things up all these years. Now it’s time to go off and work in a bank.” Because my grandmother or whoever would always warn me, as they always warn children, “Don’t make things up! You know what happens to little boys who make things up!” But they never tell you what happens. As far as I can tell, it involves being able to spend a lot of time at home, plus a bit of international travel, and staying in nice hotels, and lots of very nice people who want you to sign things for them. So.”

Someday I want to meet the guy just so I can muss up his hair and smile at him indulgently and go “awww…”

Three of Poetry (Creativity):

‘I must Create a System, or be enslav’d by another Mans I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create’. A creative opportunity presents itself. A lucky break is in store for you. Taking an imaginative or literary approach is favored. A revelation of truth is at hand. All the pieces are falling into place. You achieve an understanding that has far-reaching implications. In the creative process: You get the go-ahead to ‘do your thing’; your project has special blessing at this time because of your ability to see an overview or get the big picture.

Woman of Music:

“Loud & more loud the living music floats upon the air”. Desire for beauty, grace, and tranquility in your surroundings. Tuning in to the emotions and needs of people around you. Psychic abilities. Using your talents and charm to best effect. Finding benefit in solitude and dreams. Uninhibited exploration and expression of ideas and feeling. In the creative process: You vibrate in tune with everything around you, sensitively aware of life energy in all its forms, from which to create something new through the filter of your own consciousness.

I’m afraid I’m going to have “Radio Free Europe” stuck in my head for days…

Somebody has a birthday today…

The lights dropped. There was some amazing digital animation onscreen featuring a backing band and a blonde man with a harmonica. From backstage, came a familiarly deep, laughing voice…

And the crowd went wild…

He started in with “Rebel Rebel.” He was wearing a black denim jacket with tuxedo tails and tight black jeans (dear god) as he posed and strutted and teased the audience. Mick Jagger has nothing on Bowie in their collective middle age.

Two songs off “Reality” followed (great album.)Then Bowie’s cover of “Cactus” (even better live.)Then a big tease with “China Girl” (offered to let the audience sing, sat back and listened for a line or two, then took the stage and said “well, that was just fuckin’ tragic, I’d better sing it myself.”)

At this point, it all becomes a blur of transcendental blissfulness. I remember there was lots of material from the Eno compilations, especially “Low,” and he played both “Man Who Sold The World,” and “Life On Mars?” to Lizzie’s great delight. He dedicated “Heroes” to the people of America, post 9/11.

At some point the topcoat and then a zebra striped jacket beneath fell away, revealing a skintight t-shirt of unknown logo. Jesus the man is well built for being 58 years old!

The band included the incomparable Earl Slick on guitar and the origianl keyboardist from “the Spiders” and of course Lizzie’s “imaginary girlfriend” on bass. I’ll let Lizzie explain that one…Anyway, suffice it to say, they rocked. But nothing compared to the encore…

The Ziggy Stardust Encore.

It began with “Hang On To Yourself’ which I consider one of the world’s first punk songs:

“Well it really comes out better on a stolen guitar/you’re the blessed/we’re the Spiders from Mars”

I was pogoing in my 4 inch boots and red velvet and tossing my pigtails wildly. Lizzie was transfixed (and corseted in plaid, in case you were wondering.)

It continued:

“Five Years,” “Suffragette City,” and last but not least “Ziggy Stardust” itself. So that the last words our idol sang to us were…

…”Ziggy played gui..taaar..”

We were fifteen years old again, not grown women with Hello Kitty accessories.We were awestruck. We were starstruck. We were speechless. We barely spoke the whole way home, just listened to CDs and digested the experience. Even skipped the traditional Waffle House outing on the way back. I think we were a bit physically and psychically exhausted. I for one slept like a wee baby thereafter.

Anyway, I shall die fulfilled now. I have indeed seen God. And if I haven’t said it properly quite yet, I’ll say it now:

Thank you,Lizzie!!!

And now, as if that weren’t enough, here’s a Friday Five:



When was the last time you…



1. …went to the doctor? About 3 months ago.

5. …backed up your computer? What? You mean it doesn’t do that for me?

Liberty: An emerging and powerful sense of personal freedom. Hearing a call to action. Awakening to a deeper level of awareness or sense of spiritual self. A rebirth or basic change of state. Making an important decision or judgment, perhaps one long delayed. Being released from limiting circumstances.

Child of Painting: Riding the wave of prosperity. A time to show your hand and reveal your innate powers. Enjoying a position of material advantage. Putting forth charisma. Hedonistic enjoyment. Drug experimentation. Surfing the Internet. Total absorption in your activities. Trusting your body and instincts. Open to new experiences. In the creative process: Now is a time to experiment with processes and materials, taking great pleasure in what you learn and create.

Happened to catch about 5 minutes of “Oprah” today and was a mite perplexed. A couple was sitting there beaming as the wife rather sweetly explained that she didn’t blame her almost total lack of sexual fulfilment on her husband, and that she knew he loved her very much, etc,etc. She confessed that she continually “faked it” because she didn’t want him to feel bad.

Um…

It occurs to me that if you don’t want the guy to feel bad, then maybe you shouldn’t bring him on Oprah and tell the world how bad he is at sex. You know, for starters.

Have fallen in love with the second Velvet Underground album, particularly the song “The Murder Mystery.”
Shall have a new mix tracklisting up in the near future including this and many other things…