I can smell the future and the party is over...

Yesterday,
You gotta be kidding but no: the court meeting once again was ajourned. The point of dragging me down there was merely a control, to conclude that I would actually get there when called upon! So the actual day in court, preceding judge Kim Baskett will happen Monday due to the following principle. You get there, to the court before 1.15pm, que up, and from there on it’s the all American principle: first come, first served.
So instead of being in court I went to shop for a pair of soccer shoes as I have joined a oldboys soccer team. I knew there was an outlet store downtown which I headed for, I found it and parked. The humongous sign of the outlet store reads: ROSS, DRESS FOR LESS…it made me think of the pictures Kris just send me from The Dragonfly night in LA, and more naturally the sign morfed into saying: CROSS DRESS FOR LESS., and I should be headed out on a graffiti venture to set the record straight.
Hmm, which again made me think: Whatever happened to the life and doings of R. Crumbs “Mr. Natural?”

get crumbtural
http://www.crumbmuseum.com/natural.html

today,
silence as today is the day I am having my Day in court, that was ajourned bout a month ago. What is wrong with this picture?
That you know even before standing there in front of the Judge that you will bend over and take the beating, accept the fine and get out of there. With all my postings, with all the disgrace I pledge to the flag, there I will be, clean and scrubbed, maybe even a suit to keep up appearences and the fine at a minimum...and I`ll tell myself thats not the place to do the figthing right now, choosing your conflicts is a "matter of extreme delicacy" said old mate Sigurd at famed punk hangout 1000fryd 9000 DK in late 1989, and he was right.
...I just want to get it over with....

My daily routine surfing the net to cover my need for newscoverage in danish includes the Politiken website, Danmarks Radio, Ekstra Bladet, and various random hits. Monday and Tuesday was spent surfing to see if could find news about the counterfeit newsproduction that made headline in the US this week. I couldn`t, so in an attempt to keep the flottenheimer-mantra of “keeping the bad guy honest…” I`ll try to throw you a bone of the hideous tricks and turns of the current US administration.

El Presidente© has come under a lot of criticism for its attemps to air government propoganda as genuine news reports. The New York Times documented this week in a article by David Barstow and Robin Stein, that more than 20 federal agencies, including the State department and the Defense Department have been creating fake news clips, and that the administration in an overall estimate have spent 254 million dollars in its first four years on contracts to public relations firms – more than double the amount spent during the Clinton-years.
Most of the tapes and news clips have been done skillfully and talented with “reporters” in the field who look like the real thing and only more trained viewers have been able too recognize these clips as actually commercial announcements for the White House and the administration. Numerous clips clearly cross the line into the proscribed territory of up front propoganda.
These clips have been distributed and aired by many stations without any hint where they came from. So the responsibility goes two ways: 1) The persistent, convincing and dubious attempt from the US administration to bend truth and moral in the public sphere – their, so to speak, attempt to own it (The Republican Noisemachine) and 2) The lack of research with smaller networks, who in an attempt to lower cost trying to survive and produce cheap news-broadcast, without questining or making distintions, airs whatever clip that lands in their laps.
However it more than anything else shows a somewhat incredible will to rule! I mean 254 million dollars (!) is….if nothing else a fucking lot money in a country that, for example have the highest number of children living in extreme poverty in the industrialized world.
And it more that proves the point that objective communication in this day and age is no longer an option, the thought of independent news and mass communication is gone haywire. In other words, the principle to uphold news – credibility – is down the drain: where as the the saddening news is, as emphasized yesterday: we are all a bunch of cocksuckers and we swallow on a day to day basic.
BUT: what also pissed me off – again and again – is the righteousness of El Presidente© when he adresses the issue of democracy in the third world, using the States as a rolemodel. Government sponsored messages disguised as independent news are NOTHING less than government PROPOGANDA™ and a quickstep on the pavement to fascism.
And chances are I am the jerk here, for believing that it has ever been different, but at least now: it is more fucking apparent.

So Fuck it and go Blog yourself! That’s where the subjective news are, but at least their frank about it. Frank and Ernest. As song by Shirley Q Liqor: "Tell them who you is".

commoditymorals
http://www.hasbro.com/gijoe/default.cfm

today,
yea well
excuse me for overposting

the sovereign principle of democracy? Its a fucking disgrace! A double whammy one that is! Fuck You again and again and again. Squirt and swallow! Thats a interpretation of democracy that goes down well...

klikken sie hier und da
http://www.dr.dk/nyheder/udland/article.jhtml?articleID=241691
http://www.dr.dk/nyheder/udland/article.jhtml?articleID=241737

”make `em dance, make ´em dance” wrote blog-buddy Lennard yersterday at DAMIJWH, which made me associate to the brilliance of a band lightning up a lot of 80s parties, making the at least the new romatics in vast majorities feel cornered. The band in question: New York and based DEFUNKT lead by Joseph Bowie, and not-to-forget, the funkiest and sweatiest female bassplayer ever: Kim Clarke!
Allthought the name spells and associates FUNKthe band first jazzed and punked and then funked, and was so far from the likes of Rickie James and other leatherclad, curly haired monsters of the funk scene you would want to be..
The single “Blues” from DEFUNKTs 1980 album “defunkt” was even by New Musical Express nominated and given the prize for best single punk-release at some point in the early 80s.
Also the defunct-sideproject “The art Ensemble of Chicago” should be mentioned here. Done.

oooooooooh baby!
http://www.defunktmusic.com/

Today,
some promising news from America, or in fact it would be more correct to say, from California.
A San Francisco judge ruled monday that the California ban on same-sex marriage is unconstitutional. He said the law denies citizens the basic human right to choose whom they can marry and discriminates on the basis of gender. The ruling will be appealed to the state Court of Appeal in SF. Meanwhile, opponents are considering a plan to go to the ballot with a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage.

So good news: partly, because I mean whats the deal, what the big fuzz about same-sex marriage? I hope that some future-snapshots will read this: what was the fuzz on the issue?
But, living in an inescapable NOW, the court-ruling of course pinpoint the sharpened polarization of this here country – and the ruling could be said to be the wet dream of the religious right. It is definitely fueling their fire. So I´ll leave this posting breathing for a day before turning to the backstapping of a nation.

Today,
I`m picking up Pernille in SF flying in from Berlin, me backpedaling up highway one in a stream of sunlight. Her, not being our first visitor here and not the last emphasing how fucking right I was in a posting on November fifth 2004. Globalisation is only stratisfying a new UBERKLASSE©

Yesterday,
I had a call from the Child Care Center at Family student Housing. For months now we have been waiting for an opening for our youngest son Carl, and was more or less turned down three weeks ago, although it all depended on them to hire some more staff. So when I heard yesterday it was Nydia from Childcare, I thought: yabadabadoo and when she asked me to be at their office within an hour, because she had some papers for me to sign I thought: that’s it: a spot for Carl, he needs it, I need it: Harmony.
So I jumped in the tub with him, cleaned up and went to the office. Bummer. Disappointment, all I had to sign was a paper on Julius` whereabouts in the spring-break. But I asked about the opening, any chance of it happening soon: ”No”. And then Nydia started asking me loads of stuff: “What is it that my wife does?”, “Oh, she is here on an anthropologist scholarship from Lunds University , Sweden, scoring nothing but A´s like she was on some kind of shopping spree, using all our time and money, but nonetheless head on results. And me; Im writing my BA in socialwork to become what we in Denmark call a peda..”
and my answered was interrupted, as Nydia replied:
“Oh so she is the anthropologist and you are a socialworker. She is the academic, and you…. you are down with the people!”

anyways: a snapshot from highway 1.
http://paul.graysonfamily.org/album/pictures/highway_one_coast.jpg

I should have returned to blogging yesterday but I got really sick, I don’t know, some kind of American bug gave me fever attacks, and I was strung out at the toilet most of the day.
But:Jean Michel Basquait I LA: I am still exillerated.
Why? I have been a fan since the mid-eighties and after his death in 1988 and Andy Warhols in 1987 I hounoured their souls by plastering my condemned apartment in cheap large xeroxs copies of the two. I went downtown to steal some marker pens to colour up the xeroxs but was lured into to drinking and when I came back hours later with the markers - red green black and blue - my friends staying over, the apartment had a sharp stink of smoke cause they had had meticiously dug a hole in the stonewall, taken out brick by brick and made a fireplace and lit it up with old newspaper and a broken chair. The fire had spread up the wallpaper and the apartment was salvaged only when my friends in a common effort pissed out the fire.

Jean Michel Basquiat painted and drew from childhood and on, and his aquiantance and collaboration with Warhol in the eighties was important, but driven merely by JMBs groundbreaking art, and Warhols sense for business.
JMB was, and still is, one the most influential black modern artist and his work broke out of Soho and Lower Eastside, New York about the same time as hip-hop broke out and became popular culture. He worked predominantly with the social inequities of American society in ways that were engaged, formal and available but with great aesthetic force, a language and semantic that was very much his own.
He worked like a demon for seven years and died, 27 seven years old I 1988 of a drug habit, and personalized like no other artist the center over the overheated 1980s art scene in especially New York.

of 115000 hits I chose this one
http://www.artnet.com/ag/fineartthumbnails.asp?aid=2068

today,
one thing: I am exillerated. The most comprehensive collectio0n of Jean Michel Basquiats paintings are being shown in LA from july 15th.

More tomorrow, i am off to tennis. The clean up, the sobriety. I surprise myself. Tennis makes smokes tate better.