En route to The Tank

I had the privilege of riding the train with Waylon down to the city.

I had not slept the night before (as suggested by Phillip, haha), but not because I was out partying, but because I was finishing up some work. I figured that I would work through the night anyways, knowing it would be impossible to wake myself up in time while on such little rest.

It was a good train ride though. I wont get into everything we discussed, but aside from the philosophical and brilliant, there were a lot of jokes and laughs to be had :)

American Decameron review

http://waylonlenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/american-decameron.html

Here are the parting thoughts on the show that I posted on my blog. Onward!

Annika, Jose and I drove into the City.

Working hard or hardly working?

American Decameron

Love in the time of the Plague - the plague of the blood-sucking undead, that is.

Inside the Tank

Jose and Ryan do things with machines. It was actually a cozy little place. I want one just like it.

Outside the Tank

Here we are outside the Tank. You know what would be a cool space for projections? That big barren wall.

And guess who was performing down the street. I'll give you a hint - it was Daniel Radcliffe.

Super Secret Mind Contol Device

Sequestered deep underground, armed guards stationed invisibly on the parameter, a group of performative scientists work feverishly for their Lord and Master, the Mad Scientist Phillipus Baldwinmanius. What is Professor B's latest plot to conquer the earth and enslave all mankind? Could it be? No! A mind control device! 'Zounds, whatever can we do? We are helpless against the Professor's mental prowess as it is, but with this spidery device augmenting his alpha, beta and gamma rays, he is well nigh unstoppable! Oh, that we weren't so quick to turn on Mercury, our city's hero and defender! If only he could get it up and wasn't sexually frustrated! He was the only one who could have saved us, and now he too is a villain!

Baldwinmania

You tell Prof. Baldwin that he's on camera, and he just can't help performing. Oh this is going to be a fun show.

Ford Taurus

http://www.theonion.com/video/ford-unveils-new-car-for-cashstrapped-buyers-the-1,14381/

Mine's actually a '99 Taurus, so it's way better than this one. The body is is in great condition, minus a few scratches. It can get me from coast to coast, which is way further than the house I rent with a crowd of other guys and my job (because I have one and I don't need to go to the unemployment office.) And it cost nearly five times as much as the Taurus in the video. All in all, I'd say I'm living in the lap of luxury, in spite of Phillip's scoffing.

NMAI

http://waylonlenk.blogspot.com/2011/04/reactions-to-nmai.html

True to PB's cannibalistic form, I'm posting the URL to my latest blog post on Kachakaach on Grant Group!

More to come later on Phinneas Buckshot, Cyborg Cowboy from the Future!

Related to that, here's the latest trailer for "Cowboys and Aliens," which I'm going to wait in line until midnight to see come July.

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2016976153/

How to Save the World

Phinneas B: How I Came Back from the Future to Save the World from Japanese Porn is the title of a new book by best-selling author Waylon Lenk. This opus in ink defies description – you just have to read it for yourself. It is HILARIOUS. If you don’t think it is the funniest, most spot-on interpretation of the current world-crisis as told by a future world-saver, you are sticking your head in the sand and pretending you were born with an intellectual handicap that won’t allow you to absorb facts. Lenk’s mastery of the socio-semiotic sci-fi genre befits this post-modern American classic; it reads as if Salmon Rushdie, Susanna Clarke, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett and Dave Barry collectively donated snippets of their creative DNA to formulate a hybrid monster-child. It's both funny and funny-looking.
I heard on the Grapevine while driving down to LA last week, that Paul Wendkos is tentatively scheduled to direct the film version due out next year in time for the Christmas season. I can’t wait.

Glitch Mob

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jztRZ34AEcY Hey you cool cats and sexy dolls, here's an interesting fusion of the electronic media that Phillip seems to be so into with street performance and actually disrupting the flow of social traffic (they even got ticketed). It's an interesting idea, and I think that Phillip's interest in disrupting "zombie" ecosystems might be well served by spilling American Decameron out into the street in Soho and blocking traffic.

Up That Sketch!

Faustus Vlog 1

A Canon!

http://waylonlenk.blogspot.com/2011/04/coloumbes-reading-native-american.html This is a review that I wrote for Joseph L. Coulombe's new book, Reading Native American Literature. In it, he defines a potential canon of literature by Native authors. His list is: N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony Gerald Vizenor, Bearheart James Welch, Fool's Crow James Welch, Heartsong of Charging Elk Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven Linda Hogan, Power This list is, to my thinking, incomplete. All of the selections are novels, with the exception of Alexie's collection of short stories. This list overlooks the outpour of poetry by Native artists, and it also overlooks my pet genre, drama. I would like to see a canon that gives a fuller picture of what Native literary artists are up to.

A Few Misconceptions

Laplander Ice Torture is really a misnomer. It sounds like a horrible ordeal to endure, but it isn't. It's a kind of snowcone filled with cherry red syrup, coconut and pineapple bits, rum, and chocolate. The torturous part is you can't eat just one. They're addictive. It's not the same thing as Sammi Ice Torture.The Sammis like to add stuff like birch twigs to their snowcones. Don't ask me why. Don't ask them why. No one knows. It's just one of those funky traditions from way back when.

And to clear up Waylon's assertion that I took out a third of Norway in that botched moose mission: that is an erroneous statement. It was Jose, not me who ordered it. Or Dr. Z; he orders all sorts of crazy things. All for the sake of Art, whoever that is. Scandinavia is a pretty big place, so maybe they won't notice. I'd hate to see the bill for that boo-boo, if you know what I mean.

I do take responsibility for the Badger March and the Great Hedgehog Cure. Too bad Spud still hasn't grown all his spines back yet.

Sacred Geometry and the Likes

Just found this nifty little tome on The Golden Section at a second-hand store yesterday (along with a couple of books like the Penguin edition of Ibsen's Ghosts and so forth)and and I do agree with the book's cover, it is nature's greatest secret. That and sacred geometry and Harmonograph: A Visual Guide to the Mathematics of Music.

Hell, even Pythagoras knew that an oscillating string stopped halfway along its length produces an octave relative to the string's fundamental, while a ratio of 2:3 produces a perfect fifth and 3:4 produces a perfect fourth. Pythagoreans believe that all these harmonic ratios give music healing powers which can "harmonize" an out-of-balance body. No shit, Sherlock.

If you are looking for a good book covering hands-on healing may I suggest Hands of Light by Barbara Brennan? I love this book but always get the ketheric confused with the etheric. Silly me.

Oh hey, if your Bardlibido is up for it, take a look at a scene from Taming of the Shrew starring that rascal Waylon Lenk and his friend whose name was McGill, she called herself "Lil" but everyone knew her as Nancee.

Textures Video Piece

Okay, here's a little video I slammed together this afternoon while watching epic documentaries like "Finding Jack the Ripper" and "The Botany of Desire," not to mention "DaVinci's Lost Code" and an Ancient Almanac on the Borgias. Dude, I am becoming over-educated. I was particularly inspired by daVinci, but I doubt that it's obvious or relevant to this digital opus.

Enjoy, if you can.
BTW, I figured out who Waylon Lenk is: he's that guy who was on the news recently for saving a kennel full of Rottweiler puppies from burning to death in that tragic petshop fire in El Paso. I say tragic, but really, it wasn't. No animals were hurt, but the petshop/puppymill owner was overcome with fumes, but not from that particular fire, if you know what I mean. Rat bastard! The petshop owner, not Lenk, I mean.

Fictional Film without Words

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muO-d4Xw7SY