the duchy of hetkettle trophish

chris, who wrote another book, wrote a book, which i mentioned because you can read it as a pdf, and because chris read a little of it last night, at a bar, with other authors of catastrophe, and i forgot how playful it is. the book.

it’s not unlike this. maybe a little more populous and burlesque — adjectively speaking — if you can believe it.

and just as far in the future. 150 years, i think.

so really? can we skip this? just “excise our sense of justice and live at peace” but in the sense that the greater correction could well be very unlike either 10,000 BC or the road warrior or whatever? say, ok, i’m going to make something possible 100 years from now?

obviously you can do those things and people spreading godliness or keeping up traditions do those things. and the planting trees. and the hard part won’t last forever.

and i don’t really like us very much. suckered by our little dramas.

all the way to the ass-kicking. overdue and needed? i don’t think it would teach much. asses were widely kicked from 1929–49, let’s say. horrors of deprivation and murder that inspired us — the lived-through-it generation — to strive for the irradiation of the world and the death of life.

dunno — crashed the pave-it party, no fun — bad guest at the save-it party — and the rave — the rave and i — we sing sep’rately.

ps. if i didn’t like time capsules, was i already in neverland?

pps. sun, moon, magnetosphere, rotation, water, gases and compounds, critters to the nth — so on a guess i cut me open — and found there the history of the universe! in a tin box, with a girl’s photo, and a whistle.

ppps. i think i’ve already left a mark.

i posted the whole email talk with david baker, the san francisco chronicle writer whose articles made me bright-red angry, to the end (actually, now more like “the upper middle”) of the original inqui-rant.

ps. formatting trouble now fixed. errant linefeed!

The Bush administration said Thursday that it had reached agreement with Abu Dhabi and Singapore that they will not use their huge government investment funds to further their political goals.

The sovereign wealth funds have raised concerns about the potential threats that large amounts of foreign investment could pose to the U.S. economy and other industrial countries.

so it’s true! the washington consensus is dead. what. a. relief.

ps. i didn’t say debt relief. fuck you. anyway don’t you have some pregnant women to evict from their hospital beds? well then, right, go do that then, because i want to see the reports on my non-partisan desk in the morning in my fucking time zone. so i can read them. that’s right. en-glish.

pps. “i know our foreign aid is essentially a subsidy for our companies to capture foreign markets. but you shouldn’t think of it like that. if we didn’t help finance these growing businesses, we’d have to use our air force to do it. nobody wants that, right? am i right? see. we’re on one wavelength, you and me.”

ppps. “poor, poor iraq. —what? oh, it’s nothing, thinking out loud.”

mar 24. ok, who’s shocked the bushies were threatening retaliation through trade restrictions for opponents of the iraq invasion? it’s just their world; nobody’s fucking living in it. for long.

wait, i think i already knew about the free market blackmail. or was it that i knew about the bribery. i mean, the spying and the sneaking, everybody knew about.…

so, what? they skulk back to the silent majority, fight like rabid hellspawn against the lies and treason that threw salt on their self-inflicted wounds, and destroy us all by sabotaging our every rushed initiative against the implosion of physical reality?

or are they self-infatuated, lying fuckfaces who’re planning to retire on their meager speakers’ fees in the ninth circle of hell?

or were they only ever following instructions?

if i found what kinds of things i write, other places, if i could hook into a stream that sounded how i wanted, i’d quit, because yes, this is my experience.

But watch that hit counter go up!

it’s no consolation. i’ve got the pattern down — everybody who leaves a comment triggers two or three hits — leaving precious few lurkers, unless the wordpress.com stats machine is utterly farked.

i guess this is supposed to be disclosure of something. i format the site and write how i write because i like it, there’s no airs put on. i write about things with which i’m familiar; some of the familiarity came out of last year’s writing; that’s natural.

i don’t beat on people because they deserve it, though, that’s probably the biggest problem here, at least in terms of what seems to draw other sites their traffic, as indicated by the talk in comments. i don’t report on good news of forward progress. i don’t do these because small victories suck.

we’re in a “put down what you’re doing and fix it” situation and people are, generally, in a “when is someone going to make me feel better about this” mindset.

i got nothing for you, i guess. friendship, comfort, intel, energy. sorry.

ps. i don’t like hearing myself talk. the intense first person gizmo is an error-check.

pps. don’t give me tips. you know who gets traffic? pornographers. of every shape and message. cultural gravity pulls everything down, that way.

ppps. here’s something concrete, though. go to DC. find dick cheney. break his nose. just beat the living b’jesus out of him. then work outward, laying waste to every un-nailed object that believes today is yesterday. when you’re done, we might have a chance.

it’s their due. kim stanley robinson told us so last night. (have you read this? i ♥ pdf novels.)

pppps. what does climate change do to our heads?

Solastalgia describes a palpable sense of dislocation and loss that people feel when they perceive changes to their local environment as harmful.

sadly, your ideology and favorite mental worlds are part of your local environment. rage! rage! against the dying of the white.

ppppps. anyway, i can’t keep up. last year we were calling that fundamentalism.

pppppps. wait, go to this person’s office next.

“We’re going to be burning fossil fuels for a long time, and there’s three times as much coal in the ground as there are oil reserves,” said Air Force Assistant Secretary William Anderson. “Guess what? We’re going to burn coal.”

don’t touch his face, though. feed him hammers, toilet seats, bulletproof vests for dogs, and stealth air-islands. in his country, those are considered a delicacy.