Old Jews

"Whatever it is, I'm against it" ---Groucho Marx


I haven't been writing to you much lately, bloggy, and I am sorry. I am battling with dark forces that threaten to kill us all. Greg crashed his car tonight, so I am going to open Vulcan tomorrow morning. I hope I remember the alarm code, or I am definitely going to jail. We shall see... If I could wake up tomorrow as a 65 year old crotchety Jew-man, I would do it in a second. (As long as I would get to play golf with my old Jew friends, and have some money to throw around at the beach-club.)


Watched a lot:

"Baby Doll"---Elia Kazan movie written by Tennessee Williams. Good, sort of grossly over-sexual, but good anyway.

"The Wrestler--- I liked it! Shock! Came close a couple of times to being heavy-handed, but never went over the edge.

"My Bloody Valentine 3-D"-- What the fuck do you think? Loud noises and digital blood aren't scary or cool, 3-D is... But not for 2 hours. I had a head and stomach ache after this movie.

"Time Crimes--Los Cronocrimenes"--- I don't care what anyone else says, this movie sucks, and I hated it. I wanted it to end so bad. It was just confusing for no reason, and it's take on time-travel somehow makes the idea seem boring and tedious. Time travel=boring? Good job.

"Make 'Em Laugh"--- PBS thing about the history of comedy. Good at times, but then they interview Jeff Foxworthy about "Roseanne," and I barf. Just tell me about the funny Jews and chiiiiiill shorty. You know they're the only funny ones anyway. Don't fuck around PBS, get it together.

"Hoop Dreams"--- Good and depressing.

"Horse Feathers"--- Fucking Amazing!!!!!!!!!!! Exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!! I hate exclamation marks, but that's how good this movie is. Destroys everything on earth.

Pirates go to the mall

"for oftentimes, both waking and in nightmare, I did not know on which orb I was, nor in which age, but felt my being adrift in the great gulf of space and eternity and circumstance, with no bottom for my consciousness to stand upon, the world all mirage and a strange show to me, and the frontiers of dream and waking lost.
---M.P. Shiel from The Purple Cloud

The Somali pirates won! Suck that lawmen everywhere, and fuck you sea police. They hijacked an oil tanker and got 3 million dollars dropped to them by parachute. Fuck the laws, holmes. I salute you, Somali pirates. Good job, now go to Northpark in Dallas. It is technically the "mall," but it is so unlike any other trashy mall in the world that I hang out there 24 hours a day when I go to Dallas. I HANG OUT AT THE MALL. Fuck you, I ain't scared. It's the best. It's not even a mall. It's like half doctors' office and half art museum. I don't even buy stuff there because that's completely missing the point. It's a transcendent experience to be there. People call me when I'm in Dallas, and I say "come meet me at Starbucks in Northpark, nigga. No, the upstairs one."

Been reading The Purple Cloud, so I haven't been watching any movies. I know, it's fucked up.

The Mall to End All Wars

bought books

"Medicine-man as I am, I could never behold her suddenly without a sensation of shock: she suggested so inevitably what we call "the other world," one detecting about her some odour of the worm..." ---M.P. Shiel


I bought this book from the internets. It's my first collectable-type book and it is a first edition from 1975, one of 4,283. It is from Arkham House which is a publishing company that some friend of Lovecraft's set up to publish his stories after his death. Before that, his stories were just randomly floating around in various pulpy magazines like "Weird Tales." He got no respect until way later when people figured out his stories literally destroy everything else in the world. Now they're "literature." I also ordered and am currently reading a book called The Purple Cloud, by the same author of Xelucha..., M.P. Shiel. It's about a guy who goes to the North Pole, but while he's up there a crazy purple cloud kills everything on Earth but him. He deals with being the last human on Earth by burning down major cities while smoking opium and watching their destruction from a remote location. I don't know what it is about these guys with the 2-initials-plus-last name, names, (MP Shiel, HP Lovecraft, GK Chesterton, HG Wells, EE Cummings, etc.) but it seems like the way to go. I think it was a trend for early 20th century literary types.
I will from now on be called A.M. Daboub.


"Jeremiah Johnson"--- Robert Redford western (sort of) directed by Jew in cowboy hat Sydney Pollack. Back to the land mountain man movie. Really very good, and feels like a movie that a teacher would have shown you in junior high for some reason. Based on a book called "Crow Killer: The Saga of Liver-Eating Johnson, which is an amazing title for anything.

"How to Get Ahead in Advertising"--- Really funny movie with one of my favorite posh, ranting Englishmen Richard E. Grant. Other posh, ranting Englishmen include: Peter O'toole, Albert Finney, Alec Guinness, etc. This is done by the guy who did "Withnail and I." Anyway, I liked it even though it was gross sometimes. Richard E. Grant has this ability to look genuinely insane at will while he rants, and his eyes go all watery and give off an unnatural glow. It's incredible.




BEARD.