Saturday, September 18, 2010
Zeke Three
Ayep, the Zeke Moonshine Show's Third Episode is now available for your down-home listening pleasure over at selfhelpradio dot net. It features the finest in country & blues & country blues & even some sanctified music. It also features a poorly-disguised "Gary" as "Zeke Moonshine" talking in the worst Southern accent you've ever heard. Really, it'd be terrible if the music weren't so fine. Have a listen. Who's it gonna hurt? At selfhelpradio dot net. Now. Saddle up!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Stumpy
I just sent, in an email to a friend, this line:
> Actually, I tried to take her [my basically feral cat Beatrice] but instead lost
> the pinky on my left hand. Now people can call me "stumpy" for something
> other than my small, misshapen penis!
What does it say about me that I would share such a thing?
Except that I think it's a pretty funny joke?
> Actually, I tried to take her [my basically feral cat Beatrice] but instead lost
> the pinky on my left hand. Now people can call me "stumpy" for something
> other than my small, misshapen penis!
What does it say about me that I would share such a thing?
Except that I think it's a pretty funny joke?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Off... In The Distance... A Radio Show!
In the distance you see the new episode of Self Help Radio. You'll want to keep your distance. Surely it cannot possibly go the distance. Yet as your distance yourself, you think perhaps you could handle a long distance relationship with the show. Although those never work. & now, with a distant look in your eyes, you stare off into the middle distance, wondering why the show & you seem so distant from one another...
Though it feels like it happened in the distant past, this morning's episode of Self Help Radio - which, despite what you heard, wasn't a tribute to crinkly things, but rather about distance - just happened. & you may have been too far away (or too aloof) to listen to it live, but you can hear it now at selfhelpradio.net. It's waiting there for you, no matter what distances you must travel to get to it.
There's also a new episode of Sugar Substitute, but it's not as pretentious as that other show.
Though it feels like it happened in the distant past, this morning's episode of Self Help Radio - which, despite what you heard, wasn't a tribute to crinkly things, but rather about distance - just happened. & you may have been too far away (or too aloof) to listen to it live, but you can hear it now at selfhelpradio.net. It's waiting there for you, no matter what distances you must travel to get to it.
There's also a new episode of Sugar Substitute, but it's not as pretentious as that other show.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Whither Distance?
Right now I am around 860 miles away from the place where I was born. I am about one thousand & seventy miles away from the city where I spent more than half my life - & where I've spent most of my adult life. & I am (gratefully) about 130 miles from the horrible little town in which I spent the past year.
In this hemisphere, I've never been farther north than Boston, nor farther south than Mexico city. Boston is nearly two thousand miles from where I lived at the time, & Mexico City is 750 miles from the same place.
The farthest west I've gone is San Francisco, & the farthest in the other direction is Frankfurt, Germany. Right now the love of my life is very far away from me, in Kyoto, Japan, although I can chat with her on Skype & she sounds clearer than when she's yelling at me in the next room.
How far away are you from me? One of the nice things about WRFL is that you can listen anywhere (as long as you have access to a computer). So if you're awake at whatever time it is where you are, you can listen to Self Help Radio tomorrow, it's on at 4:30 am my time.
& one day, the radio waves that WRFL is sending out may travel vast distances in space & landing on alien ears - or however they are able to interpret the noise we're making.
In this hemisphere, I've never been farther north than Boston, nor farther south than Mexico city. Boston is nearly two thousand miles from where I lived at the time, & Mexico City is 750 miles from the same place.
The farthest west I've gone is San Francisco, & the farthest in the other direction is Frankfurt, Germany. Right now the love of my life is very far away from me, in Kyoto, Japan, although I can chat with her on Skype & she sounds clearer than when she's yelling at me in the next room.
How far away are you from me? One of the nice things about WRFL is that you can listen anywhere (as long as you have access to a computer). So if you're awake at whatever time it is where you are, you can listen to Self Help Radio tomorrow, it's on at 4:30 am my time.
& one day, the radio waves that WRFL is sending out may travel vast distances in space & landing on alien ears - or however they are able to interpret the noise we're making.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Preface To Distance: You're So Far Away
Hey. You. Can you hear me? No? You're so far away.
I said YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY!
As I've gotten older, my voice - which admittedly got deeper - also got quieter. I don't really like to shout or yell. But I was a loud kid.
I said I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU! I'M TALKING TO MY BLOG.
I wonder why you're so far away anyway. It seems like a bad idea. Distance, distance seems so pervasive in this universe that it doesn't make any sense why people try to get so far away from one another.
Or maybe it does. For the same reasons.
I said I'M JUST TALKING TO MYSELF. IF YOU WANT TO TALK, COME OVER HERE!
Do you know, I moved from a dying little hamlet to an actual town? It is a town full of hospitals & churches & (perhaps as a result of the first two) sirens. There are sirens all the time. I have yet to witness an accident of any kind, but I hear sirens all the time. Do you know what's going on?
I said DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WAS IT AN AMBULANCE OR A FIRE ENGINE?
Oh for Pete's sake.
I used to have a dream - a nightmare really - when I was a kid & more attached to my mother - that involved me getting separated from my mother - usually on some kind of island or a cliff - where she would be on the other side - & we'd be getting farther & farther apart - it was the distance that would be so terrifying. Later on, after I kind of realized my mother was full of shit, & didn't need her any more, the dream would be just me, all alone, being aware of the vastness of everything, & I'd be separate from it all, & it would seem almost exponential the way the distance would increase. Leaving me more & more alone.
I had a similar version of that dream just the other day, but it was more about time, & it was my brain taunting me about trying to get to sleep.
I said I HAD A SIMILAR oh. You're right here now!
I said YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY!
As I've gotten older, my voice - which admittedly got deeper - also got quieter. I don't really like to shout or yell. But I was a loud kid.
I said I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU! I'M TALKING TO MY BLOG.
I wonder why you're so far away anyway. It seems like a bad idea. Distance, distance seems so pervasive in this universe that it doesn't make any sense why people try to get so far away from one another.
Or maybe it does. For the same reasons.
I said I'M JUST TALKING TO MYSELF. IF YOU WANT TO TALK, COME OVER HERE!
Do you know, I moved from a dying little hamlet to an actual town? It is a town full of hospitals & churches & (perhaps as a result of the first two) sirens. There are sirens all the time. I have yet to witness an accident of any kind, but I hear sirens all the time. Do you know what's going on?
I said DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WAS IT AN AMBULANCE OR A FIRE ENGINE?
Oh for Pete's sake.
I used to have a dream - a nightmare really - when I was a kid & more attached to my mother - that involved me getting separated from my mother - usually on some kind of island or a cliff - where she would be on the other side - & we'd be getting farther & farther apart - it was the distance that would be so terrifying. Later on, after I kind of realized my mother was full of shit, & didn't need her any more, the dream would be just me, all alone, being aware of the vastness of everything, & I'd be separate from it all, & it would seem almost exponential the way the distance would increase. Leaving me more & more alone.
I had a similar version of that dream just the other day, but it was more about time, & it was my brain taunting me about trying to get to sleep.
I said I HAD A SIMILAR oh. You're right here now!