Outline of future blogs
1) Pre Internet Porn
2) Crazy Music
3) Browntown - reflections on a gentrifying hood
4) Part One of Many - traces of lost pagan gods
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Gay Animal Porn
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Santa Monica
Walking out of the Unurban Cafe after a very good acoustic set by Monsieur Graff I was to behold a sight that would - like a just picked booger that would not depart one’s finger - stick in my mind for a while.
One of the very large Cockroaches - the ones you see outdoors because they have outgrown houses - was outside and on top the the very large roach was an even larger roach.
It was a vivid example of our interpretation of Blattodea la amour.
Myself, monsieurs Graff, David Guerrero (of Third Grade Teacher fame) and Morris the younger were slightly disturbed by nature’s poignant beauty, although David held forth upon the proposition that a lot of money could be made, mucho dinero, through a website with exclusive cockroach pornography. I stood there imagining, “Barely Legal Roaches”. David’s enthusiasm was boundless and mildly infectious.
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Monterey Park, California
“So why don’t you restore the database?”
“The thing’s 145 megs compressed! How the hell am I gonna do that? The O drive’s out of freakin’ space!”
“What the hell do you have on there, taking up so much room? Are you keeping a 50 gig porn collection on there?”
“Finding porn on the computer is like finding smog in L.A.”
I consider for a moment. “It’s my porn collection. My personal porn collection. My gay animal porn collection.”
“What!?”
“Yeah. My 50 gig hidden encrypted ghost file of gay animal porn. Good luck finding it. By the way, did you ever see boy roach on boy roach action? It’s freakin’ hot.”
For a moment my mythical hidden encrypted gay animal porn collection gained notoriety within the all male support department, which I am a part of, and the IT department. Whenever the network would act cludgy or the guys would be staring at the screen, someone would quip about indexing my gay animal porn. Bits of unusual sexual practices paired with animal contexts were mentioned, like lesbian electric eels, or corkscrew penis-shaped pigs would have porky boy action.
It died down after a while.
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Earlier today
Me and Mike from IT were leaving when Mike was making a crack about the pig part of the gay animal porn experience. Livia, the giggly Latina receptionist/shipping clerk made a WTF? noise. Standing in front of Livia, I said “There is a mythical multi-gig file sitting on the network. It’s my massive gay animal porn collection.”
“What!? And you’re keeping it all to yourself? You suck!”
I said, “It’s heavily encrypted.”
She said “I thought I was your homegirl! You should share--let me see some of that!”
As I walked out of the office, I wondered if gay animal porn had a niche market after all.
Santa Monica
Walking out of the Unurban Cafe after a very good acoustic set by Monsieur Graff I was to behold a sight that would - like a just picked booger that would not depart one’s finger - stick in my mind for a while.
One of the very large Cockroaches - the ones you see outdoors because they have outgrown houses - was outside and on top the the very large roach was an even larger roach.
It was a vivid example of our interpretation of Blattodea la amour.
Myself, monsieurs Graff, David Guerrero (of Third Grade Teacher fame) and Morris the younger were slightly disturbed by nature’s poignant beauty, although David held forth upon the proposition that a lot of money could be made, mucho dinero, through a website with exclusive cockroach pornography. I stood there imagining, “Barely Legal Roaches”. David’s enthusiasm was boundless and mildly infectious.
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Monterey Park, California
“So why don’t you restore the database?”
“The thing’s 145 megs compressed! How the hell am I gonna do that? The O drive’s out of freakin’ space!”
“What the hell do you have on there, taking up so much room? Are you keeping a 50 gig porn collection on there?”
“Finding porn on the computer is like finding smog in L.A.”
I consider for a moment. “It’s my porn collection. My personal porn collection. My gay animal porn collection.”
“What!?”
“Yeah. My 50 gig hidden encrypted ghost file of gay animal porn. Good luck finding it. By the way, did you ever see boy roach on boy roach action? It’s freakin’ hot.”
For a moment my mythical hidden encrypted gay animal porn collection gained notoriety within the all male support department, which I am a part of, and the IT department. Whenever the network would act cludgy or the guys would be staring at the screen, someone would quip about indexing my gay animal porn. Bits of unusual sexual practices paired with animal contexts were mentioned, like lesbian electric eels, or corkscrew penis-shaped pigs would have porky boy action.
It died down after a while.
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Earlier today
Me and Mike from IT were leaving when Mike was making a crack about the pig part of the gay animal porn experience. Livia, the giggly Latina receptionist/shipping clerk made a WTF? noise. Standing in front of Livia, I said “There is a mythical multi-gig file sitting on the network. It’s my massive gay animal porn collection.”
“What!? And you’re keeping it all to yourself? You suck!”
I said, “It’s heavily encrypted.”
She said “I thought I was your homegirl! You should share--let me see some of that!”
As I walked out of the office, I wondered if gay animal porn had a niche market after all.
The Dream
The October Trilogy
My Dream
A few nights ago. - I almost never remember my dreams.
Laura and I are baby-sitting a three year old girl. She’s smiley and skinny and somewhat enigmatic - she is bound to a computer. We need to deliver her to her parents and so we go to a mall.
Its a dream mall that was part Japanese Pachinko parlor and part Gower Gulch only mall sized - bits of a Philippine mall and the Glendale Galleria were making up the background.
In the background the little girl is playing in full view of her mother and Laura - the women fade to out of focus.
I mention to the Father that we have his dream - ready for delivery - in this I become a sales person.
“It’s the SR-71 Blackbird. It’s in pristine shape.” I eagerly show him a picture of the cold war era iconic jet. And there is a wooden structure built around the Blackbird, as if built by Legos. The structure is built almost entirely like the Blackbird itself, only the 2nd story of the structure resembles a wooden Japanese shrine.
He looks at the photo with some slight approval
Laura is playing with the young girl in the background - the girl acts but does not look like my niece.
I turn - the lights and hazy follow over my forward line of site. The system is going haywire.
The scene turns white. I find myself in a garage. I need a ride.
Its an open road in the north. The car is a larger Japanese vehicle. The area is green, very green - too green to be Southern California. It resembles New Zealand or Minnesota. I am one of four people in the car - the other passengers are one male an two females. All three are brunettes.
The road unwounded before us, - the man drove and I was in the passengers seat. All three are completely subsumed in a self absorbed blase - I grow nervous as they go past the road that I need to go down. Feeling very self aware of my nervousness I only bring up it up in a whisper, there is a slight chortle from other passenger amused at my anxiety. Not wanted to seem ungrateful for the ride I internalize my anxiety and we keep moving on.
The outdoor mini mall is a slice of American generica intersecting a place a few very long blocks from my destination. Everyone vacates the car. I see the main security guard. He is a friend - in real life he is a library for the LA public library system Venice branch and fellow science fiction fan - but in the dream he is a mini mall security guard.
He talks with a devilish grin that implies some kind of mischief - the same kind that we got into when we took that real life road trip to Northern California in the mid 90’s -
The guy and two girls who gave me a ride move slowly to an outdoor waiting area to a door. A tall baseball capped man in a white shirt is also waiting. An unseen notice happens and he rises with a smirk on his puppy dog face then walks in to the door.
A moment goes by, the three people I hitched a ride start walking into the door and one of the women turns her head and gives me a glare.
Are you afraid ? - No words are said but its etched on her face.
I hesitate. The three enter in the door. I walk apprehensively to the door
To the side of that door there is a list of names on a glass embossed list printed in red. The three names are illegible.
My name is on the list.
My dream self hesitates - its something in the door that implies sexual an experience but that remains ambiguous.
I take a few steps back turn around a break open my cell phone, dialing up dream Laura. What I want to ask her is what do I do - the name on the side implies that I have not say in the matter - I must open the door and walk in.
It rings, and rings and rings.....I ask the phone for a response...... no one picks up...
The alarm bell rings and I awake - a bit perturbed.
My Dream
A few nights ago. - I almost never remember my dreams.
Laura and I are baby-sitting a three year old girl. She’s smiley and skinny and somewhat enigmatic - she is bound to a computer. We need to deliver her to her parents and so we go to a mall.
Its a dream mall that was part Japanese Pachinko parlor and part Gower Gulch only mall sized - bits of a Philippine mall and the Glendale Galleria were making up the background.
In the background the little girl is playing in full view of her mother and Laura - the women fade to out of focus.
I mention to the Father that we have his dream - ready for delivery - in this I become a sales person.
“It’s the SR-71 Blackbird. It’s in pristine shape.” I eagerly show him a picture of the cold war era iconic jet. And there is a wooden structure built around the Blackbird, as if built by Legos. The structure is built almost entirely like the Blackbird itself, only the 2nd story of the structure resembles a wooden Japanese shrine.
He looks at the photo with some slight approval
Laura is playing with the young girl in the background - the girl acts but does not look like my niece.
I turn - the lights and hazy follow over my forward line of site. The system is going haywire.
The scene turns white. I find myself in a garage. I need a ride.
Its an open road in the north. The car is a larger Japanese vehicle. The area is green, very green - too green to be Southern California. It resembles New Zealand or Minnesota. I am one of four people in the car - the other passengers are one male an two females. All three are brunettes.
The road unwounded before us, - the man drove and I was in the passengers seat. All three are completely subsumed in a self absorbed blase - I grow nervous as they go past the road that I need to go down. Feeling very self aware of my nervousness I only bring up it up in a whisper, there is a slight chortle from other passenger amused at my anxiety. Not wanted to seem ungrateful for the ride I internalize my anxiety and we keep moving on.
The outdoor mini mall is a slice of American generica intersecting a place a few very long blocks from my destination. Everyone vacates the car. I see the main security guard. He is a friend - in real life he is a library for the LA public library system Venice branch and fellow science fiction fan - but in the dream he is a mini mall security guard.
He talks with a devilish grin that implies some kind of mischief - the same kind that we got into when we took that real life road trip to Northern California in the mid 90’s -
The guy and two girls who gave me a ride move slowly to an outdoor waiting area to a door. A tall baseball capped man in a white shirt is also waiting. An unseen notice happens and he rises with a smirk on his puppy dog face then walks in to the door.
A moment goes by, the three people I hitched a ride start walking into the door and one of the women turns her head and gives me a glare.
Are you afraid ? - No words are said but its etched on her face.
I hesitate. The three enter in the door. I walk apprehensively to the door
To the side of that door there is a list of names on a glass embossed list printed in red. The three names are illegible.
My name is on the list.
My dream self hesitates - its something in the door that implies sexual an experience but that remains ambiguous.
I take a few steps back turn around a break open my cell phone, dialing up dream Laura. What I want to ask her is what do I do - the name on the side implies that I have not say in the matter - I must open the door and walk in.
It rings, and rings and rings.....I ask the phone for a response...... no one picks up...
The alarm bell rings and I awake - a bit perturbed.
Unfinished blog 1
Four Women and Two Men
In the aftermath of the Northridge quake Los Angeles city hall had its foundations shaken. The base of our city civic headquarters was in dire need of foundational earthquake retrofitting.
City Hall is an iconic suture but a small one. In the 1960’s the need for a larger building for the city civic bureaucracy necessitated the creation of City Hall II. A walkway connected the two buildings. City Hall II is a non entity of a building. A white square modernist brick that fulfilled a purely functional role. With the renovation all of the cities major departments including the Mayors office and the City Council necessitated the relocation from City hall to City Hall two. Many of the departments in City hall II would have to be relocated.
One of them was the City of Los Angeles Cultural Affairs department. The second smallest department in the city it has almost no impact on the life's of most Angeleno’s.
In the aftermath of the Northridge quake Los Angeles city hall had its foundations shaken. The base of our city civic headquarters was in dire need of foundational earthquake retrofitting.
City Hall is an iconic suture but a small one. In the 1960’s the need for a larger building for the city civic bureaucracy necessitated the creation of City Hall II. A walkway connected the two buildings. City Hall II is a non entity of a building. A white square modernist brick that fulfilled a purely functional role. With the renovation all of the cities major departments including the Mayors office and the City Council necessitated the relocation from City hall to City Hall two. Many of the departments in City hall II would have to be relocated.
One of them was the City of Los Angeles Cultural Affairs department. The second smallest department in the city it has almost no impact on the life's of most Angeleno’s.
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