I’m amazed sometimes how people find this blog through their search queries. I stay up all day and night editing Pro Tools but I read the papers and listen to the news in between, so when I type a post on here you never know what I may cover. An Aussie associate of mine posted some links related to the Queensland flooding recently. Whenever there is an environmental tragedy like this, the amount of scam fund-raising increases as well, so I’m using this post to link to the government sponsored donation page:
First let me say I do enjoy visiting my polling place at a P.S. in Brooklyn- more for the gloriously imaginative student art that adorns the walls than the ballot casting- I had to rifle off some quick thoughts about voting in NY just now.
After a quick perusal of little-kid art wall east, I grab this new ballot- and let me tell you graphic art-heads, this thing is an offset printing masterpiece- like the adult version of that old prank with the note of paper- both sides reading “how do you keep a fool busy for hours (turn over) “. Instant comic relief received from the Weed Leaf & Tax-Busters icons (why no donkey and elephant?) then I was unsure why the hell Schumer and Gillibrand were listed not only in the D column, but two or three others as well. The mini-pocket of confusion I witnessed at night at my hardly crowded polling place made me wonder how other New York voters fared if they had to go at busy-time. Fast FWD a bunch a district judges nobody cares about, onto high ridiculousness with the first ballot question about term limits- in light of Mayor Bloomberg’s admission a couple weeks ago that two-term tenures had to be reinstated after he powered into a phantom third term himself- Bloomberg, who today’s WSG (OpEd: A Restive Left Flank by John Fund) mentioned could be a wildcard 2012 Democratic prez-challenger if Obama’s ratings critically slip by year’s end. The second question was really just seven dense proposals in one, force-condensed to keep the ballot one sheet- forget it (the ballot didn’t even fit in the privacy envelope anyway). Good thing for M.O.L.K.A (Museum of little kid art)* wall west- After feeding this giant worthless lottery ticket into the hungry vote tally machine, I slow-walked the way out to take the pre-voting-age works in. The pegboard was filled with that scraped-crayon style of scratch-drawing, Halloweeny for sure- I saw a lot of wildly creative sketched monsters and trees. I’m going to buy some newspapers tomorrow, and yes I’m more likely to vote for a ‘kooky’ candidate if they have a cool Vectorworks logo stamped right on the ballot and the race in question is already a foregone conclusion- why? Because R.I.T.D.H !
Many a folk have been asking what’s being said in my new song Mineral Touch. So as a public service, I have printed the lyrics to “Mineral Touch” below:
The Hand will talk to You, and you will hear a smack (pic from the Philadelphia Convention Ctr.)
I don’t know the name of the reporter, and Youtube yanked the vid (Dan Noyes: see video below) so hopefully this link works, and you can see an example of a human requesting not to be touched by a stranger. The touching in question is not an innocent handshake or hug, it’s an annoying dude who persists with physically touching another human being after countless requests to not do so.
I can relate, and maybe you can too. I’m not a reporter, I’m just a regular guy who makes music and likes to go out to parties and converse with interesting peeps. In the past year or so I’ve been noticing an unfortunate trend- maybe because I go to parties & events where many (so-called) creative types go, and many creatives have borderline, if not full-blown aspergers syndrome, but what is with the excessive and inappropriate touching going on these days ? (I’m a straight male btw)
I’m familiar with all the daps, handshakes, whatsups & goodbyes that society throws, but there have been a few instances where I spoke up and raised a few eyebrows at social events- all about a simple request that read “please don’t touch me”. If I’m wearing a baseball cap of some team and you want to have a conversation about sports, that’s great. Don’t touch the cap whatsoever unless you are one of my friends. If you want to illustrate an anecdote that involves a physical gesture of some sort- do it “to the air” – don’t try sneak embracing, or physically wrapping me up in your narrative because I will put the whole scene to a halt with some firm choice words accurately insinuating the possibilities of your current misguided path (such as you getting shoved into a sharp table)- followed by an announced explanation to all the confused onlookers as to why you are being socially reprimanded by a real human.
It is my opinion that many social retards don’t know how to enter or exit a social situation (a group of people in public) and since they are this super creative (most likely WANNA-BE) individge, they have to enter with a splash and exit with a gash. The entrance is not usually a problem- the usual is to make some sort of unemployed comedian joke, maybe even jumping over a table, or pouring a beer on their head – they just can’t walk into a room without some sort of spectacle. Drunk people often get in the touchy-feely mode for sure during parties. One polite “please don’t touch me” should be enough- anything further and a physical altercation is warranted- even calling the cops- THAT’S RIGHT PUNK ROCKER! I pay more taxes than your grabby ass and I’m too valuable to fist-fight with strangers so take those cuffs as the beginning of your therapy session as you learn the erroneous stages of your upbringing that made you a social toucher-too-mucher. Fuck if you’re from Brooklyn, NY or Brockton, MA- somebody should have taught you better so you wouldn’t have to get yelled at by Handcancel- and I know the rational, polite intelligent people out there are give me big ups for this. Strangers get stranger all the time, but that’s no excuse to be a rude fool. You got pants with pockets- put your hand in them and think death.
