Friend Ryan Rogers posted "Operation : Anchorage," on his 'what's on your mind' section of Facebook. Since Alaska is renown for being beautiful and boring, I was confused by the sort of operation that might happen there.
So I googled it.
(Unfortunately you can't get the full flavor of the image on the blog, so click here if you're so inclined.)
I believe behind He Man are the northern lights, which in Anchorage come out rainbow colored and bubble gum happy. In this photo he is basking, in the photo you click to he is being basked. You know what I mean. He being basked might be the original cause of the northern lights.
The operation itself is still a mystery to me, but if it can put "the most powerful man in the universe" in that kind of ecstatic frenzy, I wouldn't mind a booze cruise to our neighbors north. Though no sound accompanies the image, I hear something orgiastic. And I am not afraid.
I needed to know the nature of He Man's haircut. Pre or post Pandora's box? So I googled it.
Dark and monotoned. Brutish and not totally short.
Go Coen yourself.
~contributer
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"Israel the virgin... fallen, no more to rise"
rise, oh Israel! Rise good blog! As the phoenix, torn to shreds... once more aflight, upon wings of flame, and calling out, "This ressurrection is an Insurrection!!!!"
and by your talons, shall the mixed multitude of mice or men scurry, lest ensnared by rapier lyric violenceadeu (fr. "to god") go to god, my good man, to god be gone. anon... anon
In the 'what's on your mind' section of facebook, friend Celeste posted "lone wolf." I was confused. So I googled it.
I can only assume the lone wolf is the sock lost in the laundry. Poor sock. Left behind by the amorous two, glutting their desire in the poetry of laundromat love. Were we all so lucky as these two, the lone wolf would be the coupling wolf, the fraternal wolf, the wolf who grabs elbows, well socked.
The Suds Club stood out. Was there really a club of people who find love via laundromat? Did they have an internet presence?
So I googled it.
No more running, lone wolves. See you at the museum.
I was looking through old emails and stumbled across an email from pal Deacon Bruno. He had passed me a song with neither artist name nor album. And it was a nice song, "02 The River." So I googled it.
I found this picture:
I obviously have to disagree with the supplied caption. It seems to me that the photographer expressly asked for angels to appear in his picture. To me, angels wear facial hair or long hair on their heads, and are always flexing. To me, costume-esque garb is always a sign of deity because angels are completely unaware of the time in which they exist (timeless), and exist totally as themselves.
I was confused by this manowar stuff, since that's obviously a picture of angels. So I googled it.
I found this:
Another angel came up. I can only assume something's wrong with google. Or "manowar" is deacontakk for angel. Or maybe I cheated just this once. Love.
This police officer rolls up to Sean O'Grady's car and noticing the smashed back window, says "That's about right." Since I'm not that skeptical about the state of DC's 8th and T NW, his meaning was lost on me. So I googled it.
I found this picture, courtesy of thatsaboutright.com:
From the looks of things, these two are rather practiced at squatting on their heels, groping provocatively, and deep tongue kissing for the camera. I am happy to see that chairs are too much of an impediment to their love.
Idid not see these two at the scene of the crime, but I can only imagine they ring lead a set of vandals who attack the the 8th and T NW area. The police officer named them immediately, as if to point a finger at a line up or order a sandwich at a shop.
Since the picture downloaded with the name mexico_31.jpeg, I can only imagine this is an old photo from their earlier days as criminals, or this is a current photo and they are celebrating their latest hit in dc on the lam in mexico. Right now.
Ialso recognize mexico as the only place where two people might find themselves posed in this manner. I am a little bit curious about pictures 1-30, but I am really concerned about 32-beyond.
So googled it.
And found this picture:
Must be the police sketch. Go get 'em district police stars.
My friend Edward Scheinman spent the entire day with the gchat message "Lunch Back Soon." I was immediately confused. So I googled it.
I found this picture:
(lemme see that second hand, partner)
From the look of him, he seems to be a flautist (It. flautista).
Also beautiful (It. bellisimo).
Someone had put Scheinman's words as the title of this picture. I can only imagine the number of courses.
Push Push also mystified me. So I googled it.
Testy Mistress Google came up with this:
A video game called Push Push Penguin. I can only assume the flautist made the music for the video game. I also believe the object of the game was to use the flaut for fallen purposes. Involving pushing. And pushing.
Many of the other google searches referred to people headed out to lunch, people who would be back soon. Scheinman, however, is a music writer for some washington dc paper (fact checker is saying not the washington times) so I am imagining his reference was in fact Herbie Mann. In checking with Scheinman, he said, "No one calls me Teddy."
My friend Nnamdi Nwaneri posted the comment, "I'm going to name my daughter Jenna Talia," as a gchat away message. I was curious to know why. So I googled it.
Here's the youtube link I found:
That Jenna Talia's name appears in the title leads me to believe that the Full Breasted Italian Woman is not quite as famous.
That it is "II" in the title leads me to believe this is the second time Talia and the Italian have fought in oil, though it is the first time it has been caught on digital and the first time for the world to see on you tube.
That most of the video is shots of crotches or bottoms leads me to believe the cell phone videographer is sexually frustrated.
I do not know if Nnamdi is referencing this exact Jenna Talia. I am afraid I am still missing the reference he is making, or he is saying that he likes this very curious and semi-apparently Italian name, but what I do know is that I have seen oil wrestling on you tube for the first time as a result of a google search. As a result of Nnamdi's away message. God love a culture of oil wrestling on youtube.
We are all sent on pathways one way or another. The root of the pathway is often random, but nonetheless important to the exegesis of the pathway. Important to understanding the pathway as a "pathway," the root as the "root," or place of beginning. Pathway, doorway, arch, threshold, commencement, life.
Nnamdi reached a conclusion regarding this name. I took his conclusion and started my own pathway. Nnamdi's open door.
I have decided to chronicle the root of my pathways on the internet. The posts, the away messages, the tweets, the email references, the things I do not know, the references that must be googled.
Communication is referential. I am just trying to uncover reference points. So I google it.
"The storyteller is the threshold. He must therefore stop and collect himself."
