30 Ghosts

Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living*"

Arthur C. Clarke

*or at least there were 40 or so years ago when Clarke wrote the forward to his novelization of the 2001 screenplay.

His Sources Can Zoloft

Remember William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin's cut-up method? If not, there are scores of articles on the technique available on the Web (a good starting place can be found here), and a number of online cut-up generators (my favorite) that automate the process for our lamentable post-literate world. In light of this week's most recent Lurid Spectacle, I thought the process might provide some helpful clarity. I couldn't have been more correct:

"Recently he injected. Officers who acted, trying, reveal another was death --Paxil taking be included. Interviewed Dr. Reliever, his anxiety was also a sedative --and the star's injection. Officers after Vicodin: his whereabouts due. Jacko had prescribed pain star's other Cop. Soma, Vicodin, Dilaudid. Personal star's gave doctor painkiller at attack. Recently other pill was called Vicodin. His Sun called physicians.

His sources can Zoloft."

My Hood, Circa 1979

Home Away From Home

Cochrane's beautiful little mid-[23rd] century cottage.

Star Trek, "Metamorphosis"

First broadcast November 1967

Another Time. Another Place.

I've been ruminating a lot on the circular nature of change. Well, the circular nature of my change. Circling back, as it were, here are a few more photographs from that period several years ago when I last found myself at a cross roads.

You Can Tell Me All About It On The Next Bardo

Knoxville 1997, Stormfront

Twelve years ago, after coasting along on neutral, predictable curves for what felt like entirely too long, things began to shift. Nothing seismic, or dramatic, or even particularly interesting at first. Just a series of small changes that seemed to be accumulating into something bigger, and a sense of things ending. I could see this particularly sharp, acute corner ahead but had no idea what was around it. But I did know everything was going to change and I remember taking very conscious stock of my life and wondering what would still be in inventory when it was all settled. Then I turned the corner, everything did change, and quite a few things closest to my heart, and a very many that weren't, were missing from inventory when it was done. Turn the page.

Today, everything is changing again. This time though, the shifts are seismic. And dramatic. And interesting, albeit in that slowing-down-to-look-at-the-traffic-accident sort of way. I made coffee this morning and figured the time was right to start taking stock.

On My iPod Today

Face The Music (Volcano Sold Separately)

“The last act is bloody, however fine the rest of the play. They throw earth over your head and it is finished forever.”

Pascal

It's Been One of Those Days. Weeks. Months.

So I'm watching Solaris again. The movie posters from its release in Russia, France, Japan and Sweden are beautiful one and all.

Traffic Cones

Complete series can be seen here.

Late Night, 1977

S2S Photo Blog

This is my new photo blog.
http://stationtwostation.wordpress.com/

On My iPod Tonight

Tycho Sunrise Projector (2004)

I Want This

Designed in 1962, the Ford Ghia Selene concept car pretty obviously never even made it close to an assembly line. Instead, Ford went on to inflict Pintos, Aerostars and Crown Victorias on a credulous and insufficiently flame resistant buying public, leaving the Selene's space-age design and presumptive tendency not to explode to the Jetsons. Even though some of the paleofuturistic qualities can be found in the almost-for-real plug-in electric Aptera 2e, I'd still rather be driving the Selene to my gig at Spacely Sprockets each morning. 

Where Would I Be Without You?

Walton Street

30 May 2009

Saturday Afternoon