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The product of a hysterical pregnancy, Mr. Vegas is a non-practicing atheist and devoted meta-commentator. He lives in NYC with his pet Peeve and is currently working on a collection of titles for an autobiography he will never write. 

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VEGAS BACK FROM VEGAS, UMLAUTS ETC.


(LAS) VEGAS-INSPIRED POETIC FRAGMENT OF THE DAY:

He sits in the orchid lounge
reflecting on
the atmosphere of heightened possibility,
the impersonality of chance
and the little corpuscles of narrative who pour, pulsing with desire, into the unreal city.

His friends, he tells himself, will be arriving soon.

(LAS) VEGAS-INSPIRED OBSERVATION OF THE DAY:

Those who dismiss Las Vegas as tawdry and meaningless are only half right. It is tawdry, but it is not meaningless. Stripped of its bells an whistles and seen through the essential eye, Vegas is an invitation into the eternal present where your life --or something claiming to be it --is always ready to begin.

PEEVE OF THE DAY:

The insuffereble umlauts in the New Yorker--to clarify the pronunciation of, say, the second e in "reexamine" or "reeducate." As if people didn't know how those words were to be pronounced without it. They might as well always qualify Yale as Yale University --lest people think they're talking about the lock. It's an aesthetic offense equal and opposite to the ignorant solecism or egregious mispronunciation or--for that matter-- idle tabloid gossip story. Just bad news all around town. And worse of all: I'm not even convinced an umlaut is the proper auditory indicator here. Shouldn't it be the schwa sound or something? Anyhow, Lame. No more than lame. Let's make that Lamé (La-MAY).

T-SHIRT IDEA OF THE DAY:

Tall, dark and handsome. Well 0 out of 3 ain't bad.

HAT IDEA OF THE DAY:

No Hair Day.

IMAGE OF THE DAY:

Old phone numbers lodged like depth markers in the archeological substrate of the mind.

WISH I HAD MY CAMERA MOMENT OF THE DAY:

The "No Photographs" sign in front of the Jeff Wall Photography exhibit at MOMA.

REVELATION OF THE DAY:

There are lots of drunk loud people in Vegas at night.

SONG OF THE DAY:

"Empire" by David Byrne. Gorgeous melody disguising the quasi fascist nature of the lyrics--which are essentially a hymn to capital, strength and the state. Both an exercise in and an ironic commentary on the power of musical seduction.

HYPOCRISY OF THE DAY:

Between failing to give them adequate armour, the disastrous conditions at Walter Reed and the decision to put them in harm's way unnecessarily to begin with, it is apparent that no one respects and supports the troops less than Bush and his administration.

INAUSPICIOUS SIGN OF THE DAY:

Moving men and dead roses at your new dentist’s office.

FRAGMENT OF THE DAY:

Something cold seemed to have entered the room, like the distance that's revealed by a secret.

CONCEPT OF THE DAY:

Predatory helpfulness. (Inspired by recent publicity about predatory loans and descriptive of a behavior that is virtually pandemic in contemporary capitalist culture.)

BUSH BASH OF THE DAY:

Bush and the arrogant inane insult of the no oath, no transcript interview. Close cousin of the non binding resolution and the no vows wedding.

The Bush administration: Not truth. But the assertion of truth. Not justice but the simulation of justice.

Untruth, injustice and un-American Way.

Blah blah blah blah

Rant nipped in the bud.

AD COMMENT OF THE DAY:

A Hartford Mutual Commercial claims:

We don't know when childhood officially ends. But we know that it
begins again when you retire.

Yeah, cause you need diapers.

MUSICAL COMMENT OF THE DAY:

There are certain oceans of loss that demand to be filled with sound. At such times, I turn to Sigur Ros, Eno, Bach or some such. Pure musics without meaning. As much as I love the offerings of my favorite bands or singer songwriters, when the chips are down I don't want to hear words.

DESECRATIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT OF THE DAY:

American Idol
Donald Trump
Jim Cramer
Bush/Cheney/Rove
Robin Williams
Melismatics
James Dolan
Bush/Cheney/Rove
Bush/Cheney/Rove
Bush/Cheney/Rove
Donald Trump

DANGLING CLAUSE OF THE DAY:

....as slow as a Duane Reade checkout line.

RANDOM SINGLE SENTENCE PORTRAIT OF THE DAY:

He was the weak and not so silent type.


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Posted on 4/4/2007 ( Permanent Link )
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Old phone numbers lodged like depth markers in the archeological substrate of the mind: My elementary school friend Andy Gordon's phone number was I-HAD-PKU.


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Teddyvegas

Mine was 946-6042. My girlfriend's was 761-8427. Strange little numerical ghosts living on in the mind.


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