If you haven't heard, Panoosh/oon is echoing throughout the corners of Berkeley. To my chagrin, Panoon has once again multiplied in its usage, becoming an adjective used by people in times of need. For example, a friend told me today that she heard a guy remark, "Does anyone know how to Panoosh with these lights?" Yes, Ladies & gentlemen, it is now an adjective referring to "savvy ability, or the skills to reckon with difficult situations"
Of course, the situations are endless. I live for the day when Berkeleyeans near and far will exclaim with sheer brilliance, "dude, that shit is so Panoosh!"
Just wait..
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
From Noonie to Wifey
I recently wrote this panoon message to a friend who I haven't really payed any attention to lately and I want to share it with all the the nooshers out there:
and so this. i miss you. three words maybe four. sounding this bell. like i should have heard it. i perform on a stage. and you remind me. i miss shit. it's not always. but my cell alarms. i ignore it. busy again of course. and then what? nothing that's what. fuck it again. write a poem. don't say act. and see her. does that work?
and so this. i miss you. three words maybe four. sounding this bell. like i should have heard it. i perform on a stage. and you remind me. i miss shit. it's not always. but my cell alarms. i ignore it. busy again of course. and then what? nothing that's what. fuck it again. write a poem. don't say act. and see her. does that work?
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Head in the Clouds, Feet on the Ground
This is what we've been doing all along. And Burroughs and Ginsberg reach their long arms forward in history, poking and nudging us along this moving sidewalk. The robotic lurkers will forever stomp along, weary, living in treehouses with their feet in someone else's shoes.
We cut up the sky with man-made purple paper cutters and everything is
not groovy-
the mass is sticky, ugly, and somehow alluring- so we jump in and stir about.
Whoa and they'll always bottle it up and sell it for double its worth, as we unwittingly become the poster children for a better life.
There is always a THEY, a blind mass of volunteers who want to become right and powerful and print textbooks that smirk at you and hit you when you bend down.
Impatient for illustration, craving categories, and pushing around carts of other humans too sad to jump off and hitch-hike back through the desert.
Panooshing, zooming, sitting, luxuriating in the clouds with our feet on the ground-
we scare the successful with our electronic tools of transcendence.
What a world one can enter while Panooshing, and quick you better buy this shit, he says, "lest you end up unhappy and succesful, huh?"
You say Panoon is the way to go, we say it's a way of going. And we're gone.
Coming this week...
Coming this week: observations on the youth's only tool for survival: irony (the embodiment= rado); reflections on the "Protean Man," aka the new process of understanding the "Self" as a constantly changing identity with no authentic core...in other words, we are a multiplicity of ideas, objects, pop culture references, and shifting values, despite the fact that many of us claim that we're living "true" to ourselves.
THERE IS NO SELF! We change each moment, put on a new mask around different people, and are fine with it..in fact, we're hyper-aware of it..Media has become an extension of our bodies, multiplying our identities and sending them off around the world. and still, we sit, over-aware and reveling in the absurdity of this-- we crack a joke, and move on. it is the way of the ironist. we operate between the divine and the mortal with our heads in the clouds and our feet on the ground. we distrust the things of this world, yet our way of operating is only IN THIS WORLD. we cannot stand inauthenticity, becoming authentic by parodying superficiality. we adopt the shallow in order to showcase the deep, but the deep isn't really meant to be deep..the ironist straddles a gray gap between giving a shit and going to a movie. Making a claim about God, and then going to the bathroom. we resist commitment in constant movement, experiencing, bouncing, bouncing. seinfeld is never in a true relationship, never makes serious claims about life, but if he does he follows it up with a mundane comment about a soup nazi. same with woody allen: "how can i believe in god when just last week i got my tongue caught in the roller of a typewriter?" "How is it possible to find meaning in the world given my waist and shirt size?" "I am at two with nature" With every pun, he resists sounding too deep, but through his usage of irony is able to make claims about the world. that's how we do it. in order to be serious, one has to not be serious. in this jaded, overly smart up and coming world, people freak out when TRUTH is thrown upon them...so we do it in backhanded artistic ways...sorta like this entire Buffalo Son movie..the dialogue, no doubt, will be laced with funny HAOJ/SALTY moments, but the ultimate portrayal will hit upon some deep shit. but the trick is, it can never be bashed over the head. by NOT SAYING something, one is able to say it. By showing...and lastly, Socrates has already been down this road-- instead of worshipping Che Guevara for his vaguely appealing revolutionary sentiments (and thusly supporting capitalism by buying a red shirt with his face on it from Hot Topic), we should be lookin back further..this desire to know the divine through the very lives we live was started by SOCRATES! that motherfucker had the balls to claim that "the only thing I know is that i know nothing." everything he says in his writing cancels itself out. like woody allen. is he serious, or is he playful? WHY NOT BOTH? By speaking multiply, one can show they give a shit, but duck out the back door just as the existentialist know-it-all kid tries to categorize "your angle." Man, it's all a dance. Livin in the in-between, smack dab in the middle of serious and play is the way to go. Every word I type also cancels itself out because who is to say that FLOWER refers to an actual flower?? We merely throw around a bunch of linked up, historicized concepts in a web of Truth Building and Faith Fucking. The entire structure of scientific knowledge must be looked at as a beautiful fucking structure, because if anything, humans are damn smart to have been able to create millions of textbooks with LAWS, LAWS, LAWS and theories about motion, and sickness, and string theory. don't get me wrong, it's great what scientists are doing with stem cell research, but the entire foundation of knowledge is a massive construction sight for the RICH AND POWERFUL. Institutionalized authorities share this approach. Who is to say "what is crazy?" He's not behaving according to the norm, therefore we stick him down the willy wonka chute to crazy land, USA. Nietzsche was the one to spin this game man. He said, why not look at all life as ART??? As beautiful fucking art! The scattered asians who plan for a lifetime in medicine or engineering are the greatest artists of all! Contributing to this ever-growing FAKE AND MADE-UP mass of human knowledge, they construct more and more towers of knowledge. and in this way, Nietzsche speaks NON-MORALLY. He looks at what they do not in terms of if it's right or wrong, but instead of how complicated and beautiful it is! Here we are flung at random amidst this profusion of land and stars and dust and are given this faculty to speak, to write thousands of treatises on economics, fight battles, and then RECORD our goddamn battles and test future generations of "The Significance of the War of 1812" according to this General (and this General only!) when we really have NO IDEA WHATSOEVER if any of this is true-- but guess what, it's pretty freaking impressive isn't it? That we can spin and give momentum to our populace by testing it on events that happened 400 years ago, or creating a code to study the embryos of baby centipedes and their internal process of Mitosis-- or that we may gather up all the reflections on life from Descartes, Hume, Kant, Hobbes, Spinoza, Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle and condense them in a way that gives no less clarity to the students studying the information than the authors writing the theories!-- is pretty damn impressive. and beautiful. Do not be afraid. looking at life non-morally is the way of the artist and the way of the ironist. We scramble categories of expectation, dropping a line like "That sounds particularly interesting; however, I have to go take a shit" is prime example of the lovely and irreplacable irony of our culture. Do not be afraid to embrace these contradictions. The key now, and Nietzsche was one smartass jew to figure this out, is that the TRUE originality comes when one takes these buildings of knowledge and scrambles them up completely. The Life Aquatic of Steve Zissou- perfect example of life on the nonmoral path. (and that has a bad connotation, but to live non-morally is to live ironically). example: "Mr. Zissou, was it a deliberate choice to not show the shark?" Steve (played by Bill Murray, responding to reporters' questions about his new documentary): "No, I just dropped the camera." Here we see such confusion and scrambling! The truth-worshippers do not and will not understand this response. Steve is just operating in the adventures of (gasp!) The Live Moment! Every nuance in a film, every comment in a piece of writing, is ultimately part of it and does not have to have a fucking "UNDERLYING MEANING TO BE INTERPRETED!" The interpretation lies in the WAY in which the information is presented-- why this transition here? Look at these colors? Look at that ironic response! "I dropped the camera." all at once, an unintentional diss of the Truth Monger...he hops out the back door. Like Bugs Bunny. We know the road runner is gonna get killed, because he does every episode, but BUGS..damn, that bunny..he always finds a way to EVADE the situation altogether! "Are you for or against abortion?" Already the question is framed based on someone else's conception of right vs. wrong. WHat do you mean, I have to choose? What if I believe in abortion AFTER the baby is born? (Well, for some known as Carl Linder, that's murder!!!). But it's still evading the question. Don't ask me a question with only 2 possible answers, because LIFE is made up on the spot man! the challenge is to see the world not in terms of the concepts that have been laid out before us, but instead from a 3rd, 4th, 5th approach..constantly re-inventing! You only feel guilt when you think you don't fit in to one of the categories. You only feel odd when you diverge from the norm. But I'll tell you a little secret: there is no norm! (except for norm crosby, or norm our cousin who has a particularly odd yet invigorating obsession with old cars and hand guns). But that's another story! I'm gonna take a minute to jump outside this text. Did you just see how i followed up a seemingly serious remark with something, quite frankly, uselessly comedic? It's the process of CANCELING OUT YOURSELF, of BOUNCING between spaces..you are unconscious of the fact that all your friends operate in this plain of Ironic sarcasm (with a hint of narcissism in some). It is the risk of seeming inauthentic, OR WORSE- appearing too troubled over "important" or "deep" issues that drives this mode of communication! But man, there are also the ironists who are known to themselves only as outlaws, as artists destined to forever roam the Great Plains. And here I think it's safe to say that Sam France is the last of the great outlaws..unfortunatly for him, he lives in a society that craves direction, purpose, restraint, and meaning. Well maybe the meaning is in the massage? (That's a book by Marshall McLuhan). Meaning, in other words, the true "MEANING" comes through the MASSAGE, or the way in which something AFFECTS YOU. Who the fuck cares if Fred Armisen is speaking coherently as Nichlas Feign-- it is the WAY in which he delivers his lines, stutters, expresses his face, that gets the meaning across. SO as the sprinkler systems start back up again for the 2008 season of Indie Baseball, there's a new team in town, straight from Australia, the outback of American Idealism and the pro-pitchers of a new and un-hittable fastball: The Ironic Spin. Better warn the managers, or get St. Clair to set up a music store outside the baseball diamond, because the fans are gonna need something homogenously entertaining as they struggle in the stands to see this battling team and weird mix of up-and-coming free floaters take the field. "And it's day 4 of the Indie Basball craze..." the announcer's voice drifts over the new steel stadium. The sprinkler system is started up by a stoic Morgan Freeman, who saunters over to the pitching mound with the great Shoeless Joe Jackson, and announces the starting lineup. As Micky Mantle and Todd Rundgerton climb out of the duggout, young Holden sits up top left and watches as The Buffalo Son rises behind left field.
THERE IS NO SELF! We change each moment, put on a new mask around different people, and are fine with it..in fact, we're hyper-aware of it..Media has become an extension of our bodies, multiplying our identities and sending them off around the world. and still, we sit, over-aware and reveling in the absurdity of this-- we crack a joke, and move on. it is the way of the ironist. we operate between the divine and the mortal with our heads in the clouds and our feet on the ground. we distrust the things of this world, yet our way of operating is only IN THIS WORLD. we cannot stand inauthenticity, becoming authentic by parodying superficiality. we adopt the shallow in order to showcase the deep, but the deep isn't really meant to be deep..the ironist straddles a gray gap between giving a shit and going to a movie. Making a claim about God, and then going to the bathroom. we resist commitment in constant movement, experiencing, bouncing, bouncing. seinfeld is never in a true relationship, never makes serious claims about life, but if he does he follows it up with a mundane comment about a soup nazi. same with woody allen: "how can i believe in god when just last week i got my tongue caught in the roller of a typewriter?" "How is it possible to find meaning in the world given my waist and shirt size?" "I am at two with nature" With every pun, he resists sounding too deep, but through his usage of irony is able to make claims about the world. that's how we do it. in order to be serious, one has to not be serious. in this jaded, overly smart up and coming world, people freak out when TRUTH is thrown upon them...so we do it in backhanded artistic ways...sorta like this entire Buffalo Son movie..the dialogue, no doubt, will be laced with funny HAOJ/SALTY moments, but the ultimate portrayal will hit upon some deep shit. but the trick is, it can never be bashed over the head. by NOT SAYING something, one is able to say it. By showing...and lastly, Socrates has already been down this road-- instead of worshipping Che Guevara for his vaguely appealing revolutionary sentiments (and thusly supporting capitalism by buying a red shirt with his face on it from Hot Topic), we should be lookin back further..this desire to know the divine through the very lives we live was started by SOCRATES! that motherfucker had the balls to claim that "the only thing I know is that i know nothing." everything he says in his writing cancels itself out. like woody allen. is he serious, or is he playful? WHY NOT BOTH? By speaking multiply, one can show they give a shit, but duck out the back door just as the existentialist know-it-all kid tries to categorize "your angle." Man, it's all a dance. Livin in the in-between, smack dab in the middle of serious and play is the way to go. Every word I type also cancels itself out because who is to say that FLOWER refers to an actual flower?? We merely throw around a bunch of linked up, historicized concepts in a web of Truth Building and Faith Fucking. The entire structure of scientific knowledge must be looked at as a beautiful fucking structure, because if anything, humans are damn smart to have been able to create millions of textbooks with LAWS, LAWS, LAWS and theories about motion, and sickness, and string theory. don't get me wrong, it's great what scientists are doing with stem cell research, but the entire foundation of knowledge is a massive construction sight for the RICH AND POWERFUL. Institutionalized authorities share this approach. Who is to say "what is crazy?" He's not behaving according to the norm, therefore we stick him down the willy wonka chute to crazy land, USA. Nietzsche was the one to spin this game man. He said, why not look at all life as ART??? As beautiful fucking art! The scattered asians who plan for a lifetime in medicine or engineering are the greatest artists of all! Contributing to this ever-growing FAKE AND MADE-UP mass of human knowledge, they construct more and more towers of knowledge. and in this way, Nietzsche speaks NON-MORALLY. He looks at what they do not in terms of if it's right or wrong, but instead of how complicated and beautiful it is! Here we are flung at random amidst this profusion of land and stars and dust and are given this faculty to speak, to write thousands of treatises on economics, fight battles, and then RECORD our goddamn battles and test future generations of "The Significance of the War of 1812" according to this General (and this General only!) when we really have NO IDEA WHATSOEVER if any of this is true-- but guess what, it's pretty freaking impressive isn't it? That we can spin and give momentum to our populace by testing it on events that happened 400 years ago, or creating a code to study the embryos of baby centipedes and their internal process of Mitosis-- or that we may gather up all the reflections on life from Descartes, Hume, Kant, Hobbes, Spinoza, Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle and condense them in a way that gives no less clarity to the students studying the information than the authors writing the theories!-- is pretty damn impressive. and beautiful. Do not be afraid. looking at life non-morally is the way of the artist and the way of the ironist. We scramble categories of expectation, dropping a line like "That sounds particularly interesting; however, I have to go take a shit" is prime example of the lovely and irreplacable irony of our culture. Do not be afraid to embrace these contradictions. The key now, and Nietzsche was one smartass jew to figure this out, is that the TRUE originality comes when one takes these buildings of knowledge and scrambles them up completely. The Life Aquatic of Steve Zissou- perfect example of life on the nonmoral path. (and that has a bad connotation, but to live non-morally is to live ironically). example: "Mr. Zissou, was it a deliberate choice to not show the shark?" Steve (played by Bill Murray, responding to reporters' questions about his new documentary): "No, I just dropped the camera." Here we see such confusion and scrambling! The truth-worshippers do not and will not understand this response. Steve is just operating in the adventures of (gasp!) The Live Moment! Every nuance in a film, every comment in a piece of writing, is ultimately part of it and does not have to have a fucking "UNDERLYING MEANING TO BE INTERPRETED!" The interpretation lies in the WAY in which the information is presented-- why this transition here? Look at these colors? Look at that ironic response! "I dropped the camera." all at once, an unintentional diss of the Truth Monger...he hops out the back door. Like Bugs Bunny. We know the road runner is gonna get killed, because he does every episode, but BUGS..damn, that bunny..he always finds a way to EVADE the situation altogether! "Are you for or against abortion?" Already the question is framed based on someone else's conception of right vs. wrong. WHat do you mean, I have to choose? What if I believe in abortion AFTER the baby is born? (Well, for some known as Carl Linder, that's murder!!!). But it's still evading the question. Don't ask me a question with only 2 possible answers, because LIFE is made up on the spot man! the challenge is to see the world not in terms of the concepts that have been laid out before us, but instead from a 3rd, 4th, 5th approach..constantly re-inventing! You only feel guilt when you think you don't fit in to one of the categories. You only feel odd when you diverge from the norm. But I'll tell you a little secret: there is no norm! (except for norm crosby, or norm our cousin who has a particularly odd yet invigorating obsession with old cars and hand guns). But that's another story! I'm gonna take a minute to jump outside this text. Did you just see how i followed up a seemingly serious remark with something, quite frankly, uselessly comedic? It's the process of CANCELING OUT YOURSELF, of BOUNCING between spaces..you are unconscious of the fact that all your friends operate in this plain of Ironic sarcasm (with a hint of narcissism in some). It is the risk of seeming inauthentic, OR WORSE- appearing too troubled over "important" or "deep" issues that drives this mode of communication! But man, there are also the ironists who are known to themselves only as outlaws, as artists destined to forever roam the Great Plains. And here I think it's safe to say that Sam France is the last of the great outlaws..unfortunatly for him, he lives in a society that craves direction, purpose, restraint, and meaning. Well maybe the meaning is in the massage? (That's a book by Marshall McLuhan). Meaning, in other words, the true "MEANING" comes through the MASSAGE, or the way in which something AFFECTS YOU. Who the fuck cares if Fred Armisen is speaking coherently as Nichlas Feign-- it is the WAY in which he delivers his lines, stutters, expresses his face, that gets the meaning across. SO as the sprinkler systems start back up again for the 2008 season of Indie Baseball, there's a new team in town, straight from Australia, the outback of American Idealism and the pro-pitchers of a new and un-hittable fastball: The Ironic Spin. Better warn the managers, or get St. Clair to set up a music store outside the baseball diamond, because the fans are gonna need something homogenously entertaining as they struggle in the stands to see this battling team and weird mix of up-and-coming free floaters take the field. "And it's day 4 of the Indie Basball craze..." the announcer's voice drifts over the new steel stadium. The sprinkler system is started up by a stoic Morgan Freeman, who saunters over to the pitching mound with the great Shoeless Joe Jackson, and announces the starting lineup. As Micky Mantle and Todd Rundgerton climb out of the duggout, young Holden sits up top left and watches as The Buffalo Son rises behind left field.
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