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Wednesday, 13 June 2007 |
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I first found Hiltron on myspace, due to the fact we share a passion for the wacky world of 14's Gallery of the Absurd.
I was immediately attracted to Hiltron's darkly humorous, satirical
photographic manipulations.
The subject matter: the vacuity of
modern-day celebrity worship in our culture, of which Paris Hilton,
mafia daughter, porn tramp, of the freakish bone structure, lazy eye,
and bizarre body-part proportions, is the alpha and omega.
We are in the middle of five constitutional crises—there is only one reason the citizenry has not stormed Washington D.C. and the White House to run the homosexual Republican crime syndicate out of town—but the networks are all Anna Nicole, all Paris, all the time. (Hint: that's the reason.)
And now Hiltron has launched Hiltron's own site, Planet Hiltron.
This one killed me. Anyone who has read any part of this site will know I am often lost in the music and culture of my youth. I mean, look at that collection of losers. P-Diddy? I must say I respect the man for making a fortune recycling rock songs from the seventies and eighties, laying some lame-ass nursery-rhyme chorus over the beat. Go Diddy. The Olsen Freaks? The vagina travelogue girls ... Britney, Lindsey, and Paris?
Fools rush in ...
(Be sure to click on the pop-up so you can study Hiltron's fine work.)

Ditto my JFK obsession.

And I like Hiltron's politics, too.
Planet Hiltron.
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Monday, 14 May 2007 |

Dr. Paul Linebarger, aka Cordwainer Smith
Cats, cruelty and children
Idealism and morality in the
Instrumentality of Mankind
[I found this article in the WayBack Machine, no current links for attrbution, so my apologies in advance for once again simply repurposing* content I find appropriate and essential for Sun Pop Blue.—kb]
"The Lords of the Instrumentality who are here
on Fomalhaut III. There is the Lord Femtiosex, who is just and without
pity ... There is the Lady Goroke ... who has shown kindnesses to
underpeople, as long as the kindnesses were lawful ones. And there is
the Lady Arabella Underwood, whose justice no man can understand."
["The Dead Lady of Clown Town",
Cordwainer Smith]
The science-fiction writings of Cordwainer Smith consist of some
twenty-odd short stories and two novels, which chart the history of an
evolving civilisation over some fifteen thousand years. The history is
internally consistent, and each story contributes to a coherent picture
of the technological, social and spiritual development of the future
described.
In real life, Smith was Dr Paul Linebarger, Professor in Asiatic
Studies at Johns Hopkins university and colonel in US military
intelligence, accomplished linguist and foreign policy adviser to the
state department. His writing style, partly inspired by Chinese
narrative techniques, more closely resembles poetry than the
conventional dry prose of science-fiction, and his stories are dense
with literary and historical references and more or less complex
linguistic puns. Running through the entire work is a consistent
morality and outlook, whose principal themes recur again and again in
stories often written many years apart.
The broad outlines of Smith's future civilisation can be briefly
sketched. Travel between the stars and the consequent expansion of
human culture through the universe is made possible by the invention of
'planoforming' ships that travel faster than light, and by the
development of novel systems to protect their passengers and crew
against the dangers of space. In this new interstellar culture, true
humans live lives of privileged ease, while work is done by robots and
by 'underpeople', animals genetically modified to have near-human
intelligence and form. Over it all presides the Instrumentality, a
benign but absolute dictatorship composed of a ruling nobility who use
their technological and telepathic powers to maintain the status quo
and to dispense an abstract and dispassionate justice. It is against
this background that the principal themes of Smith's stories - love,
courage, cruelty, hope, innocence, belief - are played out.
*Repurposing: dot-com-speak for outright theivery.
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Sunday, 13 May 2007 |
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I remember a sunny Berkeley afternoon some thirty-plus years ago.
Sitting in the living room at Ashby House
(first house on the right, heading downhill, after Claremont Ave.;
it's still there, but not as nice:
they added the ugly addition and removed all the leaded glass windows),
listening to Radioactivity, the new Kraftwerk album with my hippie friend, Russell.
Drinking beer, smoking dope and Camel cigarets,
as was the order of of the day every day at Ashby House.
Antenna came on the stereo.
Halfway through the song, Russell started shouting:
"That IS NOT music! I don't know what it is, but it IS NOT MUSIC!"
I'm not sure what he meant. It's my favorite Kraftwerk song.
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Friday, 04 May 2007 |
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My son Will has asked me for Beatles music
for his two week old daughter, Madelynn.
Now, this is a man
who is
taking fatherhood seriously!
I am delighted to assist.
As Stimpy would say,"Joy!"
Babies love the Beatles.
Why? Because their music simply makes
us feel good to be alive.
Watch them perform "I'm Down" live.*
Then look at
the artists
in today's
Billboard Top 100.
Does it make you sad?
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*Sadly, YouTube keeps pulling down the actual live video, so this
composite with the studio version will have to suffice. If you are
curious, you can go to YouTube and do a search for Beatles I'm Down and
find the concert footage. It's a lot of fun. Update: I seem to have found a "permanent" live version. Whee!
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Sunday, 29 April 2007 |
To Introduce
Madelynn Jane Bronson
One day old, April 23, 2007.
Proud Dad (my son Will) gives Madelynn her first lesson.
Three generations of Bronsons: Uncle Nate holding Madelynn.
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