Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Clouds of the West



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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

A Few Pics Of And On Hyperion Bridge



I went for a walk on the Hyperion Bridge
I took a few pictures, the kind that are didge

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Adios, Sol.

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This post originally appeared in May of 2006 at Correntewire.

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Another Last Song for Dick Cheney

Won't You Slink Home, Dick Cheney
(sung to the tune Won't You Come Home, Bill Bailey)

Won't you slink home, Dick Cheney, won't you slink home
I've groaned the whole week long
I'll do the huntin', honey, I'll shoot the guests
I even wrote this song

You remember that Sunday talk show
I turned you off...my remote control fingers roam
Yeah, I know you're insane, but...never to blame
Dick Cheney, won't you please slink home

Won't you slink home, Dick Cheney, won't you slink home
Before they blow you up
I'll check the mail box, baby, I'll guard the gate
Let me be your King Kong

You've spoken some funny things, sir
I wrote them down, with nothing but a PC loaned
I know you're insane, now...a lizard brain
Dick Cheney, won't you please slink home

Won't you slink home, Dick Cheney, won't you slink home
I've groaned the whole week long
I'll do the huntin', honey, I'll shoot the guests
I even wrote this song

You remember that Sunday talk show
I turned you off...my remote control fingers roam
Yeah, I know you're insane, but...never to blame
Dick Cheney, won't you please slink home

Won't you slink home, Dick Cheney, won't you slink home
Before they blow you up
I'll check the mail box, baby, I'll guard the gate
Let me be your King Kong

You've spoken some funny things, sir
I wrote them down, with nothing but a PC loaned
I know you're insane, now...a lizard brain
Dick Cheney, won't you please slink home

I said now, hide but you can't run
Dick Cheney, won't you please...slink home...

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

President's Day L.A. River Rescue


Hey, kids, let's look at a Swift Water Rescue...


Here's the deal: there are two people down there...


The partially hidden man on the left and his girlfriend Isis await a rescue they didn't want. Isis says they have lived on these island berms for over seven years. Neither the man nor Isis wanted us (the passers-by, out for a bicycle ride on President's Day) to contact authorities, even though they could not get to the bank of the L.A. River without risking proverbial life and limb. Every year sweeps of the islands are performed by LAPD and Parks & Recreation (along with other government agencies) to get homeless people off the islands before the storms arrive and carry them down to their violent deaths, via debris striking them (or via them striking cement abutments, etc. that are in the river) as they are swept away or by drowning. The speed of the undertow is always faster than the top waters...


Against the stranded couple's wishes, we contacted ASK-LAPD and explained the situation. Slender Islands oft go under, to not call would be a blunder...


Soon rescue crews arrived, including L.A. & Glendale Fire, Swift Water Rescue, LAPD, helicopters and curious onlookers...




After driving their big rigs (and smaller support vehicles) onto the bike path, crews gear up and go on down...





The Pontoon Posse prepares for the plunge!


Places everybody!


Fire and Rescue asked us to move away from the area a number of times. We obliged around ten yards at a time, until the LAPD officers on scene barked at us to get out, so we were forced to withdraw south to near the base of the Los Feliz Blvd. bike overpass. The pic above shows the pontoon boat after it ferried the reluctant couple back to safety, or at least off the vulnerable slip of island.


Other media arrived, a bit late in this case...


The L.A. River is a slow moving, trickling affair most of the year...


But clouds gather during the rainy season, and at other times of the year the odd storm can produce a deluge of rainwater...


The Sunnynook pedestrian bridge is a great place to watch the storm waters...


During extended storms the waters rage with the best of them...


Looking south from the Los Feliz Blvd. overpass...still thinking of relocating to one of our island homes?


Well kids, that's all the time we have for now! Be careful out there!

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Friday, February 23, 2007

My Last Song For Dick Cheney



Oh, Dick, I Am Mad At You
Lyrics by mjs
Music in My Head from an indeterminate source

Mr. Dick Cheney
is the man with plenty
a whole lot meaner than Shrek

An actor with great skill
he goes in for the kill
and everybody else runs like heck

A true puppet master
pulls the strings of disaster
like some nasty Klingon from Star Trek

He lies through his nose
he's the first with last throes
if he shows his gun you best hit the deck

(chorus)
Oh, Dick, I am mad at you
I am mad at you and all that you do
Oh, Dick, I have had all of it
I've had enough of Dick, it is true
It's true
Too much Dick has made me blue

The Prez is his flunky
a dry-drunk monkey
a smarmy ass bully unhinged

He came to power
when the voting went sour
when they claimed his rights were impinged

He went to the West Wing
thinking he was the new king
but it was Cheney who was feeling a twinge

All his friends made money
when the Shia fought the Sunnis
he burns the world but never gets singed

(chorus)
Oh, Dick, I am mad at you
I am mad at you and all that you do
Oh, Dick, I have had all of it
I've had enough of Dick, it is true
It's true
Too much Dick has made me blue

The billionaire's billionaire
a certain kind of savoir faire
this dude knows what power is for

Making money hand over fist
he's just like Oliver Twist
he ain't shy about asking for more

The pairing that he forged
wasn't him and that fool George
it was Dick and Rummy to the core

And when the world is destroyed
it's because boys will be boys
and there's a whole lot of money in war

(chorus)
Oh, Dick, I am mad at you
I am mad at you and all that you do
Oh, Dick, I have had all of it
I've had enough of Dick, it is true
It's true
Too much Dick has made me blue

Mr. Dick Cheney
is the man with plenty
a whole lot meaner than Shrek

An actor with great skill
he goes in for the kill
and everybody else runs like heck

A true puppet master
pulls the strings of disaster
like some nasty Klingon from Star Trek

He lies through his nose
he's the first with last throes
if he shows his gun you best hit the deck

(chorus)
Oh, Dick, I am mad at you
I am mad at you and all that you do
Oh, Dick, I have had all of it
I've had enough of Dick, it is true
It's true
Too much Dick has made me blue

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Image of obsequious and positively wounded attorney at the feet of the great and powerful Whisky Powered VP from here.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Golden Lamp Orb, Waverly Avenue



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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Monastery Marbles







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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Blue Tagger Drowning God Take #1



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Sunday, February 18, 2007

President's Day

A Song Thingie For President's Day!

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there is a legend
there is a tale
of the dead presidents
that will surely turn you pale

one day a year
their spirits blue
they arise and then they
come 'a gunning after you

turn the deadbolt
hide the kids
all the dead presidents
have flipped their deadly lids

(chorus)
presidents day
ooh la la
a day when we all dance and sing
dance and sing and form a ring
presidents day
ooh la la
just the thing to make us see
when you vote for your king
all the magic it will bring
they all rise from the beyond
for one special day
ooh ooh
presidents day

i heard a clawing
at the front door
some man was mumbling
about needing me for war

then at the window
a crazy grin
i think it was the wooden teeth
of mr. washington

i ran to the backyard
but it was too late
Coolidge and Hoover
had opened up the gate

(chorus)
presidents day
ooh la la
a day when we all dance and sing
dance and sing and form a ring
presidents day
ooh la la
just the thing to make us see
when you vote for your king
all the magic it will bring
they all rise from the beyond
for one special day
ooh ooh
presidents day

resistance was hopeless
so i let them in
so many dead presidents
i managed a frozen grin

what do you want here?
what do you seek?
is your special day a joy
or a curse you must repeat?

solemn are the ways
of the shadows of men
no more blood left in their hearts
but they can smell it on the wind

(chorus)
presidents day
ooh la la
a day when we all dance and sing
dance and sing and form a ring
presidents day
ooh la la
just the thing to make us see
when you vote for your king
all the magic it will bring
they all rise from the beyond
for one special day
ooh ooh
presidents day

"the dead commend thee
and counsel fate
we cannot steer the ship
we can no longer take that bait

please release us
from this curse
the promise of america
has gone from bad to worse"

they dissipated
in air both thin and stark
awaiting more members
who will vanish in the dark

(chorus)
presidents day
ooh la la
a day when we all dance and sing
dance and sing and form a ring
presidents day
ooh la la
just the thing to make us see
when you vote for your king
all the magic it will bring
they all rise from the beyond
for one special day
ooh ooh
presidents day

there is a legend
there is a tale
of the dead presidents
that will turn you pale

one day a year
their spirits blue
they arise and then they
come 'a gunning after you

lock your doors
hide the kids
the dead presidents
have flipped their deadly lids

(chorus)
presidents day
ooh la la
a day when we all dance and sing
dance and sing and form a ring
presidents day
ooh la la
just the thing to make us see
when you vote for your king
all the magic it will bring
they all rise from the beyond
for one special day
ooh ooh
presidents day

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Kulchah


Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California
Courtyard Garden & Pond
February 2007


Burghers of Calais


Close up of Burghers of Calais by Auguste Rodin

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Friday, February 16, 2007

Incredible Shrinking Jesus: Fact or Myth?


"Actual Size Jesus" Moments Before Shrinking


A Carbohydrate Diet? I Think Not!


Please Do Not Send Giant Spiders To Descend Upon Jesus


Miniature Jesus Claims To Have Returned And Been Completely Ignored

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Tree, Wall, Shadow


You don't need a shadow to be a tree, but you need a tree to be a shadow...at least here, anyway.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Tristero Remembers

Tristero at Hullabaloo on mechanical failure of a recently downed American helicopter in Iraq.

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unfriendly fire
breaks mechanical jargon into flesh
and steel

friendly fire
shoots down the spinning angels
wings unto the burning scrap heap

we are strangers with guns
dancing in the burning sun

in the sky above us
great shadows wheeling
they used to be alive

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Adieu, Karena



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Sunday, February 11, 2007

1st Street, East Los Angeles, February, 2007


Que?

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

No Bid Rapists On Parade

JC Christian wrote a letter to a Mr. John Petroski about Petroski's paean to rape.

Upon reading Petroski's slippery words I couldn't help but feel he was talking to our President about Iraq. Guess I'm funny that way. Regardless, some lyrics ensued...

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No-bid Rapists On Parade

don't drink no scotch
don't snort no coke
days are dry, he don't get high
his little soldier needs a poke

yeah, I know she's ugly
yeah, I know she's afraid
no one does her for free
(no-bid rapists on parade)
who needs a wet dream
when you can cream
in mesopotamia
(no-bid rapists on parade)
I'll hold her down
you grab her wrist
come on boys
lets do the twist
maybe even kiss
no-bid rapists on parade

mamma weren't no looker
dad was kind of thin
your brothers really scared you
when they took away your gin
you showed 'em all, george
you're the vine and the grape
who needs this talk of love
when all you need is rape
no-bid rapists on parade

what, your knees are sorta tired?
and your back is kind of sore?
you ain't finished your business, boss
pull out the stops and go full bore
she can't even feel you
she'll never cum
you're getting soft and rather pointless
but your work is never done

yeah, I know she's ugly
yeah, I know she's afraid
no one does her for free
(no-bid rapists on parade)
who needs a wet dream
when you can cream
in mesopotamia
(no-bid rapists on parade)
I'll hold her down
you grab her wrist
come on boys
lets do the twist
maybe even kiss
no-bid rapists on parade

mamma weren't no looker
dad was kind of thin
your brothers really scared you
when they took away your gin
you showed 'em all, george
you're the vine and the grape
who needs this talk of love
when all you need is rape
no-bid rapists on parade

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Friday, February 09, 2007

Random Pic of Downtown L.A. Street


February, 2007
God Years

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Disney Hall, Motherfucker!



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Drum Circle, Venice Beach, Last June, Whatever


Warning: This footage ends with a digital view of sand and denim...

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Two For the Money


Amoeba Records display window

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King of the World!

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