7/02/2014
6/27/2014
Quiz no man who is not yo man.
Did you really have the nerve to ask me Who and How For?
Ok, here is your answer(s).
Nunya.
None. uh. ya. business.
No really. How indeed! How is it even remotely tangential to your oeuvre to know WHO and HOW FOR?
And what is 'how for?' even asking? I understand 'why come?' as an almost type of question, but your u-turn of a phrase 'how for?' gets my semiotics engine baffling. We'll have to come back to the latter half of your query later.
So instead let's push your 'Who' question of a premise a little further down the road. What if 'Who' is a someone you know? Does that create a mandate for snooping, simply because you are aware of their existence? OR, because of your mutual other awareness, do you now both share a bond in an expectation of privacy? It is almost exclusively a human quality, our fundamental choice whether or not we reveal any part of ourselves to one another, or many others.
With me so far?
No?
Well too bad. Because now we have to ask; What if 'Who' is NOT someone that you know? Is their expectation of privacy with you, the unknown individual, diminished by a lack of personal familiarity? No, it is not. I posit that one's expectation of privacy from those they don't know is much stronger than with people they know.
Why does your paltry 'want to know' complex tend to eclipse any sense of or respect for, a basic human decency? Could it be caused by modern society's over heightened appraisal of TMI in this modern age? Is it a matter of your own proprietary security? Or maybe it's just your big nose? Your big nose not belonging wherever you goes and sticks it?
You'll have to answer those last few Bon Mots on your own time...
Now it is time for your answer(s).
The answer to Who is...
NUNYA!
And the answer to 'how for?'
Cuz 2+2.
That's how for.
6/26/2014
626 Day Yay!!! FLOW LIKE THIS
I thought this song was the perfect pairing for this video... Do I vague much?
That's David Arnold, the bassist doing lead vocals on the verse. Clap your hands for Dave.
Go on,
Thanks.
Happy 626 Day!!!
So I used to be in a band called 'Product 626’. Matt Loftin, David Arnold, Jonny Aderhold and myself. Today being June 26, it's really 626 day. I'll explain more as the day goes on. For now let's start off with some Product 626 music...
6/24/2014
Did You Say Mr. Dr.? Say No More!
Mama Told Me Never With A Blonde- a Mr. Dr. Track: http://t.co/4WLBWo38id via @YouTube
— Chica Chica Go Boom? (@chicachicagoboo) June 24, 2014
6/19/2014
6/12/2014
Read This If You Want to Learn to Write Well...
A fantastic piece! Mötley Crüe owes @taffyakner bigtime 4 crafting such a pleasurable read w/ them as a subject... http://t.co/NXPCBre2zt
— HNIC (@themarkstenger) June 13, 20146/11/2014
Some Colorado Gardening Tips
So everyone in the world now knows about Colorado's legalization experiment. How about some Colorado gardening videos? About tomato plants... Do I really need to wink?
6/10/2014
6/09/2014
This photo was on my fridge for 7 years, 3 moves, and 4 girlfriends.
I think I stopped really seeing this snapshot about 6 months after I had stuck it up on the refridge. But when I came across it in a box the other day it totally hit me unawares. At first I was visually befuddled, confronting the Twin Towers laying casually in a shoebox. It felt disrespectful finding them there, like I just tossed them aside someways back. I set the picture on my dresser and continued at sorting shoebox detritus. But for the rest of the day I couldn't get World Trade Center images out of my head unless I went and stared at this photograph for awhile.
It's 13 years later.
It's still Love.
I think.
It's 13 years later.
It's still Love.
I think.
♥️ pic.twitter.com/qYXS9mFSPQ
— HNIC (@themarkstenger) June 9, 20146/06/2014
If you're in DC next week go see Dead Prez 6/14
You will not regret it.
Dead Prez- Hell Yeah (excerpt in orange) from Mark Demian on Vimeo.
DeadPrez.com is their official website.
6/03/2014
Devil v. America- A Mr. Dr. Demo Track.
June finds MISTERDOCTER in a patriotic mindset this year it seems... Enjoy the harmonies and relish the delicate dischord only a demo track can provide...
And yes, Mr. Dr. assured me that an Actual Boomvie for the completed track will be coming.
Soon?
I had to ask...
Sometime this month he said. Before the girl's next birthday.
Soon?
I had to ask...
Sometime this month he said. Before the girl's next birthday.
6/02/2014
And Now Here's A Report From Our Latvian Correspondent.
Marcus you're in our sis and a narcissist sis sis t and you come to my car like a carhartt wanting carls junior But carl doesn't want you to want his junior He's not a john return And that is very wrong yep to figure 1 + 1 is 2 and 2 + 13 so 3 + 1 is for and 8:15PM, June 2, 2014 4 is hey ryan because three's a party no 3 the crowd to the party once a long time And call of me wants call love you allah love you hola v u don't forget that busy you is you you I do h 2 or 22 Goody goody 2 shoes got mushroom in its coo coo he said fred come give me head and its now 711 said it is now 7 that's what 11 said verbatim for both of them gratuitous protest great great discrete dumbass talk text text talk text your rodeo ass the moonwalk
5/23/2014
5/22/2014
I Used 2 Loooooove The Strokes!
No really. From 2001 until about 2007 I loved The Strokes unflinchingly. I Loved their albums. Loved their tones. Loved their hair and I Loved their attitude, or lack thereof. I loved their name. But Now? I'd like to blame their most recent, and perhaps final album, for my sense of unease bordering on Motherfucking Fear whenever I hear their name. Said album, 2013's comically and yet exactly aptly titled '80’s Comedown Machine' is not a great or even very good album, but it's also not the disaster most critics declared it to be. I like track 2 'All the Time' and the whole thing is barely 40 minutes long, which brings to mind the old aphorism oft repeated about Colorado weather and almost all Punk Rock songs. If you don't like the rain or that grating bass line?... just wait a minute. Things will change quickly.
Ouch.
So my closest male elder relative had a bad Monday last week. No make that a terribly bad Monday. He Suffered A... Hold on, He Endured? Or Had? Was attacked? No. He Was Stroked. He Maintained a Stroke? None of it sounds right because I'm still me and he is still mentally he, but this Stroke is our new normal. Our Monolith. But our Monolith didn't suddenly appear way out by Jupiter. It is right beside us, worming its way inside us, an unwanted Big Fucking Deal. Our Stroke Monolith. Ten days in, can I now consider it a Stroke of luck that he survived and wasn't just struck out?
His was/is an atypical stroke, one caused by a hemmorage in the brain rather than a clot. Imagine, one moment is spent sitting in an overstuffed easychair, relaxing in the lobby of a client's building. Another moment, not so distinct or identifiable as the next moment, but a later moment, part of his right leg decides that now is the time to take up Astral Projection. With the brained, unseeable aspect of his right leg having jumped ship, his physical leg may as well belong to the overstuffed easychair in which he sits. Because he cannot get up! And the leg is no longer responsive to the millions of increasingly frantic signals his brain is firing off.
And so this Stroke is a '70’s Comedown Machine'. And it too is comically exactly, aptly titled. For this is his 70th year on earth, and I would not attempt a more perfect definition for a stroke than 'Comedown Machine'. The last ten days have been sneaky subtle. They have been slow to differentiate themselves in our new normal. I can't discern any change in his condition from a week ago. The Doctors will not operate and I will not pray.
Ouch.
But this morning? My father, who is nothing like Darth Vader, this morning my father used the Force. And he used Apple iMessage. But mainly he used the Force.
Yep. Six inches of movement became monumental. Six inches was more magnificent than the breadth of the mighty Mississippi.
The kicker.
When I received this video iMessage I was lollygagging in bed, listening to music, pretending to be getting ready for the train ride to visit him at the hospital. It wasn't until after I watched the video twice that I realized what I had just seen. The immutable was muted. The leg had returned, even if just for a six inch visit. It took me another twenty seconds to bestir myself and realize what the ipod was playing on shuffle. It was the title track to The Strokes 2013 album '80's Comedown Machine'. Fuck it. I gotta keep loving The Strokes.
Ouch.
So my closest male elder relative had a bad Monday last week. No make that a terribly bad Monday. He Suffered A... Hold on, He Endured? Or Had? Was attacked? No. He Was Stroked. He Maintained a Stroke? None of it sounds right because I'm still me and he is still mentally he, but this Stroke is our new normal. Our Monolith. But our Monolith didn't suddenly appear way out by Jupiter. It is right beside us, worming its way inside us, an unwanted Big Fucking Deal. Our Stroke Monolith. Ten days in, can I now consider it a Stroke of luck that he survived and wasn't just struck out?
His was/is an atypical stroke, one caused by a hemmorage in the brain rather than a clot. Imagine, one moment is spent sitting in an overstuffed easychair, relaxing in the lobby of a client's building. Another moment, not so distinct or identifiable as the next moment, but a later moment, part of his right leg decides that now is the time to take up Astral Projection. With the brained, unseeable aspect of his right leg having jumped ship, his physical leg may as well belong to the overstuffed easychair in which he sits. Because he cannot get up! And the leg is no longer responsive to the millions of increasingly frantic signals his brain is firing off.
And so this Stroke is a '70’s Comedown Machine'. And it too is comically exactly, aptly titled. For this is his 70th year on earth, and I would not attempt a more perfect definition for a stroke than 'Comedown Machine'. The last ten days have been sneaky subtle. They have been slow to differentiate themselves in our new normal. I can't discern any change in his condition from a week ago. The Doctors will not operate and I will not pray.
Ouch.
But this morning? My father, who is nothing like Darth Vader, this morning my father used the Force. And he used Apple iMessage. But mainly he used the Force.
Yep. Six inches of movement became monumental. Six inches was more magnificent than the breadth of the mighty Mississippi.
The kicker.
When I received this video iMessage I was lollygagging in bed, listening to music, pretending to be getting ready for the train ride to visit him at the hospital. It wasn't until after I watched the video twice that I realized what I had just seen. The immutable was muted. The leg had returned, even if just for a six inch visit. It took me another twenty seconds to bestir myself and realize what the ipod was playing on shuffle. It was the title track to The Strokes 2013 album '80's Comedown Machine'. Fuck it. I gotta keep loving The Strokes.
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