Monthly Archives: September 2010

rubber band theory: a monologue

September 29, 2010
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rubber band theory: a monologue

What happens when the one you love must leave? I’m not trying to be cliché or even beautiful… I just want to know. When you are left alone, how do you make sense of reality? I’m asking you, because I’m young, without thought, and my baby is gone, gone, gone. She is on the road for the next 15 hours and then stepping into a new life. One that is colorful, decadent, and warm. I want to know if we can make it, if I should even hold onto her image in my mind. On a walk with a good friend of mine, she inquired on how I was going to handle the forthcoming departure. I moaned a bit and sadly shrugged my shoulders; how articulate of me.  She then proposed a theory to me, the rubber band theory. She believes that we hurt so much when people we love leave because we are still physically attached to them. There is a thick rubber band pulling on our bodies, connected to their center, heart, mind, and new situation. When they are in pain, you can feel it. When they are in love, happy, or missing you, you can feel it.  [...]

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into the heart of nothing

September 28, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ heart

September 27, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ heart

"He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder." -- M.C. Escher "This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness."  -- Dalai Lama "Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup." -- Ludwig van Beethoven

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Sub-entry 27> episode 3.0405 \/\/ on the various embodiments of correspondence

September 26, 2010
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Sub-entry 27> episode 3.0405 \/\/ on the various embodiments of correspondence

New Orleans, five weeks ago - or tomorrow afternoon. Most of the time it sleeps, stretched out through the middle of the city, half-curled up like some sleeping dragon. Half a mile wide and who-cares-how-many miles long, it cuts through the city like a scimitar, curving down and up again, giving the city the scar that forever earns it the moniker “Crescent City.”

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don’t cry, it’s still alive

September 25, 2010
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don’t cry, it’s still alive

Every now and again I take a bite of something and my food worlds come crashing in around me. My perception of what is good and bad get all confused and everything I thought I knew gets razed to the ground and I start all over again. In the past 6 months this has happened to me twice with the same food. Frankly it’s starting to make me a little uneasy. Who doesn’t love sushi? These days you don’t even have to like it raw, you can have twice fried shrimp with fried asparagus all wrapped up in rice and fried again. I don’t recommend it, I’m just saying if you want it’s out there. But then along comes omakase and I can’t believe I was led astray for so long. I had no idea and honestly it makes me sad. I have been mourning, mourning and boycotting. But it’s no use, I am ruined. I can no longer enjoy a regular  piece of sushi, the gummy nori wrapped tightly around cold gummy rice. Kinda makes me want to… On the other hand, I have been rescued from bad sushi and possible food poisoning forever. Not to mention, I can [...]

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i got you a little something while you were dead

September 22, 2010
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dead dead dead

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fashion fondue or fondon’t

September 20, 2010
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cripsy-grilled sweetbreads

Fa-fa-fa-fa fashion. Like everything else that is consumed by us humans, food follows trends. Flavors and ingredients come in and out of style, like hats and burqas. The seasons can impact this bringing new and fresh produce, or a craze like saving the Chilean Sea Bass or eating Gulf shrimp. Much to my delight crispy sweetbreads have been all the rage over the past year. I have seen them with a carrot-orange sauce, or just tossed on the grill with charred lemons. Just like a dress off the of the runway may seem intimidating at first, but give it a try and I think you will be convinced. Unfortunately, not everyone finds them so appealing. I’m sure 20 years from now, some one will wander upon my archived avant guardian post, click on the “carrot-orange sauce” link and no such item will be on the menu. Food is fashion, where and what you eat can be fashionable or not. So don’t get stuck in a food faux pas. Now,  I love fondue, but today, it’s just not cool. I know it comes in and out and right now: it’s out. So, I’m going to go ahead and bring it back for you, just this [...]

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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ mourning

September 20, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ mourning

Freud once said that when we lose shit, we get sad. Or something along those lines. Way to go Freud. And sure, the loss of a loved one, an ideal, a people also usually means the loss of a little bit (or a large bit) of our self (our soul, our being, whatever), but life goes on. We find a way and we push forward, and we do that by mourning, i.e. paying due respect to the thing that was and is no more. As the avant guardian slowly marches on towards its death I’m sure there will be plenty of occasions where some of us might reminisce and remember the past year or so that led us towards what can’t help to be anything other than a pretty amazing venture. Mourning the past expresses itself in a whole bunch of ways. Let’s see what happens… Photo Credit: New Orleans Ladder

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sub-entry 25> episode 22.40 \/\/ on the illusions of control and on controlling illusions

September 19, 2010
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sub-entry 25> episode 22.40 \/\/ on the illusions of control and on controlling illusions

...the clown nodded to Scape and quietly slipped out from under the car. I, on the other hand, hadn't thought about how I was going to sneakily get out of my own hiding place, which was a trash can, and ended up just tipping myself over, so that the trash can spilled me and some trash onto the sidewalk.

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24 hours in new york

September 15, 2010
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24 hours in new york

What can you do in a 24 hour period in the Big Apple? Whatever the fuck you want to do…so long as you have wheels to get around in. I jump in my ride (a pickup truck)  and start heading east (from Manhattan to Long Island). The first thing I see is a stainless steel casket on wheels on the curb…waiting for its new owner? I was heading to the beach on an adventure with no expectations other than seeing the all-girl rock band Open Ocean. They were playing a show in Montauk at the Memory Motel (of Mick Jagger fame). On the way there I called my buddy Jesse even though I knew he would be hesitant to sign up for a mission with me. Jessie and I were building the Vitamin Water Chapel at the Williamsburg Waterfront starting at eight o’clock the next morning, so this is a dude with whom I go way back. The girls aren’t playing until the afternoon, and I have to give Jesse some time to get his shit together. To kill some time I drive through Fort Greene and stop by the Brooklyn Flea (which some claim to be the best flea [...]

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