HOTLINE #8
HOOOOT LLLLINEEEE #8
HTOELIN #8888888888eIGHt

G.P.S. / S.P.G.
GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM
SHIRT PLEASE GIVE-AWAY

I WILL LEAVE A MESSAGE AS TO WHERE I WILL BE AT A PARTICULAR TIME AND IF YOU SEE ME THERE AND SAY
"HEY BABY!" (THIS PART IS NOT OPTIONAL)
I WILL GIVE YOU A XIU XIU SHIRT.
I HOPE I HAVE ONE YOU WANT
I HAVE ALOT
YOU HAVE ALOT OF WANTS

 

diario
grown up? never never
like existence itself
which never matures
staying always green
from splendid day to
splendid day-
i can only stay true
to the stupendous monotony
of the mystery
that's why i never
abandoned myself
to happiness
that's why
in the anxiety of my sins
i've never been touched
by real remorse
equal always equal
to the inexpressible
at the very source
what i am

pasolini

right before reading this freddy ruppert and i debated for almost half an hour if it was ok to take a crap in the shower of our host.
it was very very very very funny
we decided we were too afraid
too afraid to be humans and crap
like in quest for fire
where ever we thought was fun

 

if you are between the ages of 18 and 29 please for the love of God make up some new music. the 1980s are stunning and they will always be there but the few remaining days of earth needs you to push yourself beyond beyond beyond beyond

i will do ANYTHING for you if you do

 

tomorrow night at high energy constructs in los angeles.

6-9pm

xiu xiu sound sculpture in hallway will make you go crazy.

 

 

 

 

HOTLINE # 7
HOOOT LINE #7
7# ENILTOH...

THE SOUND INSTALLATION ENTITLED
"FROM 6 BOOM BOXES AND STARTING FROM A
UP 6 WHOLE TONES 6 TIMES A MINUTE
UP 13 WHOLE TONES 13 TIMES A MINUTE
UP 26 WHOLE TONES 26 TIMES A MINUTE
UP 42 WHOLE TONES 42 TIMES A MINUTE
THE DEVILS NUMBERS
UP 5 WHOLES 5 TIMES AN HOUR
UP 10 WHOLE TONES 10 TIMES A HOUR
HUMANITIES NUMBERS"

IT IS AT 990 N. HILL ST. IN LOS ANGELES IN CHINATOWN AT HIGH ENERGY CONSTRUCTS GALLERY. SEE YOU SATURDAY.

 

OK further post card sux
i did not know this but there is a standard post card size for which a standard post card stamp is acceptable and as the ones from the hot line are all by hand they are odd different sizes.
i have sent almost all of them so if you have not gotten yours yet it is very possible that due to ignorance and cavalier scissoring on my part your card may exist in the dead letter office.
know that it is somewhere though. thinking about you.
i am sorry about this.

here is a haiku for you if your card is gone, nay gone, but waiting for you forever

Ukraine floats dream like
immigrate with rough lined bangs
dread that they see them

 

caralee, who is a great at bird watching by the BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....
and i went yesterday
thus THE LIST OF YESTERDAYS BIRDS
golden capped sparrow
eared grebe
double crested cormorant
canada goose
mallard
green winged teal (smallest north american duck)
lesser scaup
bufflehead
barrow's golden eye
hooded merganzer
turkey vulture
white tailed kite (super beautiful)
marsh hawk (or similar we couldn't decide)
sparrow hawk
snowy egret
common egret
american coot
black necked stilt
american avocet
short billed dowitcher
common snipe
lots of hard to identify gulls
common crow

 

http://dl.aol.com/?date=2006-11-17&ncid=AOLMUS00280000000001&video=2

 

http://dl.aol.com/?date=2006-11-17&ncid=AOLMUS00280000000001&video=2

 

mylinh is curating an art show:

http://www.foreverisnotlongenough.com/

she designed the catalog for the boredom show. that will be available soon for those who don't live in LA where you can get it for free. (i started the online donation funded art-show catalog revolution! yeah!)

 

When I was 8 or 9 years old, growing up in suburban Los Angeles, across the street from me lived my two friends, Roan and Hun Hun. They were adopted from an Indian reservation when they were babies. Their mom was a very famous child development specialist and their dad was an ear, nose and throat doctor. As they became older, they were totally out of control. Their mom's theories on raising children centered around absolute self determination and experimental forms of Ritalin type drugs. It made both of her children go insane. Also their dad died when they were around 12 years old and left them a gigantic trust fund and real estate so they knew that they would never have to go to school or get jobs so they just bought and crashed cars all the time. Once they crashed a car into an Andy Gump Port o Potty on a baseball field and gallons of the month old, hot piss poured all over them through their smashed in window.


Before all that happened, Roan and I used to spend the night at each other's houses every weekend. We were very into Dungeons and Dragons so fantasy imagery was a big part of both of our imaginations. One night I was over at his house and Roan said to me in total hushed seriousness,
"Jamie I am afraid that witches live in my butt hole."
I pictured one standing up on a little flat raft, pushing herself along with a staff, rowing around up there.

He was naked in his room when he said this to me and then he turned around, bent over and spread his ass cheeks apart and there was this thick, massive, perfectly circular ring of shit around his asshole. He had not wiped himself, he said, in about 6 months because of this fear that the witches were going to grab his hand if he did.

He told me that he wanted to see the witches so he gave me a Polaroid Camera and said that he wanted me to take photographs of his anus and the witch. He bent over again, spread his ass apart and I took some pictures for him.

Roan was also obsessed with unicorns and he had these very very large stuffed unicorn dolls that he believed were alive. To be mean to him his brother, Hun Hun and I would punch them sometimes and Roan would actually cry and scream out that we were evil people while he caressed and comforted them. He would stay with his arms around them until we left the room.

Roan had unstitched a small hole in the flank of the largest stuffed unicorn and after we took the butt hole photos he had an erection and he started humping it inside the hole in the unicorn. He whispered its name while he was doing this, "Merganzer, Merganzer..." I watched this going on for about 5 minutes and then he asked me to take photos of him while he was having sex with the stuffed unicorn doll, Merganzer. As he would thrust in and out, I could see little flashes of his shit caked asshole contrast against the white coat of the unicorn doll.

About two years ago, not having heard from him since high school, he called me up and left a message on my voice mail saying that he was in Alcoholics Anonymous and travelling the country and wanted to know if he could crash at my house for awhile. As I was listening to the message, all I could think about was the witches in his butt and what it looked like and that there was no way I could help him so I never called him back.

 

someone should fly mary from high places from brooklyn to los angeles on saturday so she can sing at the boredom opening. who has a private plane? or a ship with wings? or a hot air balloon? by 6pm saturday in LA.

 

This is where i work. well... not really here but in DUMBO. New Yorkers have this funny habit of giving neighborhood's nicknames, like DUMBO.... which is an acronym for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. The photo is of said overpass.

 

http://www.mouchette.org

http://www.mouchette.org/suicide/suikit.html

 

did kinuko still keep the bones of her parents in that rusty red can? was the can on the desk in the room where she lived alone?
last year when i had met her at K temple, kuniko hadn't mentioned her parents. she had said nothing about her past life or her present life. perhaps the glass in her back had already begun to hurt around that time.
kuniko was to enter the hospital tomorrow. how many fragments of glass from thirty years ago would come out of kuniko's back? what kind of glow would those smooth white pearls of fat cast when they were brought to the light?

 

HOT LINE #6
HOT LINE #6
HOTLIN E ########### six
FAKING IT
.................
..............
..................
.......................

 

what would you do if someone was so far away?

if you live in los angeles, go here:

http://www.vietsoy.com/

 

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

 

HOT LINE #5
HOT LINE #5
HOT LIN E # 5

PEEING aND Piss
this is going to turn out all wrong, but sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. there may be several new messages a day. for HOT LYNN #5

(if you left a post card message please read the previous post and there are some people's contacts i was unable to decipher.)

 

please read if you left a postcard message
the following people's addressum were missed. sorry!!!!!
please re-leave it and your word if you still would like a postcard
1)boy? hoboken NJ
2)megan fuentes from kentucky
3)Laura G from west indies
4)M. cook from saddleback pass TX
5)Kelly from woster MASS.
6)Ben B from highland CT
7)Peter who wanted the word branch from portland, OR
8)Eric columbine from ontario
9)Glen from ontario
10)ivan on willowbrook dr. in ohio
11)Boy from portugal (that is all i could hear. you are the only one so it is you.)
12)michael andahl from omaha
13)? on turrini dr. in danville
14)steven from hoboken, NJ
everyone whose message i could get, thank you so much. i hope you like them.!!!!!!!!!
there are over 200 in less than a day and half.
thank you for being fun and into life.

 

HOTLINE #4
HOT LINE # 4
H O T L I N E # $
THE THEME IS... postcards
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR NAME AND ADDRESS AND A WORD YOU WOULD LIKE TO WRITTEN ON THE CARD AND I WILL PAINT A LITTLE POSTCARD AND MAIL IT TO YOU.
I HAVE THREE COLORS OF INKS
BLACK, BROWN AND WHITE AND A SILVER PEN JUST SO YOU ARE NOT SHOCKED. YOU ARE ARE A LITTLE BIT PREPARED.
speak clearly or nothing will happen to either of us.

 

go see that movie. it was good. there's nothing more beautiful in a film than a small child (girl) bored with her world and finding escape in books.

i mean, there is nothing more beatful in a film than fascists getting killed.

the spanish civil war!

How are you doing? I just got off of work and felt a little down. I felt the same way Friday. Life is weird, and I wonder what I would do in certain situations. I sometimes alienate myself from the world - including the feeling of being in my self - like, being in my body. Like, I lose the position of my subjectivity and end up kind of beyond and above looking at things. Does this make sense? And from there the world and life and everything is so strange. But then when tragic things happen, and I'm up there impersonal w/ everything, I don't know how to connect those two: me being up there, and also me being apart of a world of personal relationships with other people. Do you know what I mean? Today I got on the freeway after work and I was changing lanes, and illuminated in my headlights sitting in the middle of the freeway was an owl. i freaked out (i actually screamed) and swerved super fast so i wouldn't run it over. I was scared that I killed it, but when I looked in my rearview mirror i saw wings flapping in the darkness. it was kind of beautiful. but i was also kind of mad at the owl for sitting in the freeway. poor owl! i'm glad your still alive!

jamie, what the hell is "no panties no bra" - a lady at my work called her daughter today and was like, "wow, my daughter has a slutty message on her answering machine" - and it were those words. if its part of current pop culture i don't pay attention, it bores me.

 

the other three typists were fat, morose homosexuals who sat at their desks and ate from bags of cookies and complained. they had worked in the bookstore for years and they all talked desperately of "getting out." Ariel Pink had been around the longest. He was six feet three inches tall and had round, demure shoulders, big hips and square fleshy breasts that embarrassed him. he had a small head, long bumpy nose and large brown eyes that were by turns sweetly candid and forlorn, but otherwise had a disturbing blank quality. he enjoyed brief notoriety in punk rock circles for his electric piano music. he talked about his past success in a meek, wistful voice, and showed people old pictures of himself dressed in black, wearing black wing tipped sunglasses. he was terribly sensitive, and tommy took advantage of his sensitivity and made fun of him. "Ariel Pink is the spirit of the typing pool," Tommy would chatter as he ran from clerk to clerk with stacks of papers. "whenever any of you are craving inspiration, just gaze on Ariel Pink."
"please Tom. i'm on the verge of tears," Ariel Pink would answer funereally.
"that's exactly what i'm talking about!" Tommy would scream.

 

holy fuck, the third time in like three weeks! so i had to give him note #3!!!!!!!

and guess who else i saw????? and we talked about deerhoof. haha!

this guy:

 

i was walking down bellevue along echo park and this guy climbs out of the bushes and onto the sidewalk. then some guy drives up to the sidewalk and waves at me, so i wave and keep walking - then he drives around waves at me again, i wave and keep walking. oh, it's like 2am. oh, i have an ipod on, so i am totally alienated from the world. oh, and there were other weird people walking around right there, and now that i think about it i always see people in their cars at that part of the park. then i cross the street and he cuts right in front of me, rolls down his window and says, "hey you wanna go screw around?"

"gotta go to my friend's house, maybe next time, have a good night"

then i realized, maybe i could have just made some money. is that how things work? is that how late capitalism works?

 

hotLINE #3
HOTLINE #3
HOTDICK #3
SO I DONT THINK THAT THE HOTLINE IS GOING TO BE AS REGEMNTED AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. I THINK THE THEMES WILL LAST FOR AS LONG OR AS SHORT AS I FEEL LIKE. BUT SEE "CYCLO" ANYWAY
THE NEW THEME IS "FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

from memory:

today is her birthday, they are smoking cigars, they lay in the bath tub, da da da da da da da da.

from online:

They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohh...


is that one too jamie?

 

hi
when i was in 12th grade a student, who was wheelchair bound incidentally, shot himself in the head in the boys bathroom during 5th period.
berlin is calling to me
oakland is calling to thee
berlin is calling to me
vienna calling uh oh

1)miya osaki, yvonne chen, cory mcculloch, jamie stewart aka mr. stewart

2)emo's in austin texas

3)mexico city and guadalajara

4)good for cows

5) ok i messed this up when i said 10
ceremony /new order-joy division
fast car/ tracy chapman
asleep/ the smiths
fake soul/ bunkbed
jack the ripper/ nick cave
body breaks/ devendra banhart
blue berry mine shaft/ nedelle
dont cha/ pussy cat dolls
kangaroo/ this mortal coil/ alex chilton
he needs me/nina simone
all we ever watned was everything/ bauhaus
juno/ throwing muses

on our new record that we are working on we are doing a cover as well 13. the end of the line fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

today i interviewed about "lost hearts" for a show that will be on npr stations.

today i saw midgets playing children in costumes for halloween. why don't they just hire children extras? is it a union thing?

jamie knows lenny.

ok ok, am i abusing my xiu xiu blogging privledges by promoting my friend's band on here? fuck it, who cares, they are good: High Places http://myspace.com/77468018 - mary's postoffice lost my post-cards and maybe the little island of java.

 

ok this is this first step of the military making sub human emotionless fighting machines right?
no guilt. no stress. no pain. GM removing emotions? FTW.

cloning opens doors to farm yard freaks


http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=427963&in_page_id=1770

 

hi
i received and email requesting a xiu xiu trivia game.
hmmmm?
what do you think?
should we try it? is it very very early computers? is it very very narcissistic?
well we will start slow. and see if anyone cares. we will start of really easy and see if anyone cares.
if people get into it perhaps then we will do a contest with a cash prize of $100,000.

1)what was the line up of the first xiu xiu show?

2)during one of the songs on the record "live and life" i got a cigarette thrown in my face while playing. what venue was that at?

3)what cities in mexico has xiu xiu played shows?

4)what is the name of the band that xiu xiu bassist devin hoff and xiu xiu drummer ches smith have together?

5)name every song xiu xiu has covered. there are 10.

ok is this already dumb? back to not talking about xiu xiu.

 

i learned how to say "what's up" by tapping elbows from a co-worker who learned it from Geronomo ji Jaga (Pratt) in prison. power to the people.

today they climbed to the top of a palm tree and chopped off the leaves b/c they needed a wide shot of the house to look like illinous, not los angeles.

co-worker was playing johnny cash in the camera-truck. i asked thim if this had the bonnie prince bille song on it. he didn't know what i was talking about. i remember on tour brendan and jamie (i think it was these two, maybe it wasn't?) said that the johnny cash version blows the other one out of the water. i was curious b/c i like the other version. i once put it on a cd and gave it to someone. then i freaked out b/c it has a part that goes "do you know how much i love you?" and that was not my intentions on someone who is married and who i don't have "love-interests" with - so i wrote this explanation letter saying that i hope it didn't come across strange and that, oh, isn't he just singing about a friend? then i went in the camera truck and the johnny cash version was on. i laughed and thought to myself, the original version is so much better.

 

hotLINE #2
HOT line #2
hotlinE #2
twill be------------
the flime "CYCLO" by tran anh hung, 1995

thanks for listening to hotline #1 "dreams"
there will be a new installment for a series of 7 about every 20 hours give or take 8 hours

right now we are working on a new record. from about noon to about 8 pm we work on it. then i am tired and need to think of something else. this leads to drinking alone, talking on the phone to david and watching movies. another flim that i thought about for this hotline was
mouchette by robert bresson 1963

 

the whales are going south!!!

i went to PV today and saw them! i saw two swimming together. when they blew water they did it at the same time! they were in love!

there were 14 today!

i went last sunday, there were 30 then!

go go go to palos verdes.

 

the tour page has been put back into the header.

 

haiku of the day by jamie the park ranger 2007

mushroom on the path
sweat falls on its cap of rot
a fairy has died

dont take this personally if you are into freak folk

 

i write fast not thinking about spelling:

last night was drunk on tequilla at 3am on sunset blvd. in echo park and my friends and i came across a little confrontation. some hispanic guy, probably around the same age, looked at us and said, "this is my hood, this is my hood." i was so pissed i wanted to run him over with a car. though, yes, i am concious of gentrification. i do know that "art" "indy" "whatever" kids of the dominant class ("white" though you don't have to be 'white' to be "white" here - like amir is egyption, and he is just as "white" as any of us - i am just using "white" to define a certain dominant affluent group of people) move into poor neighborhoods b/c since they are "art" kids they are lazy and don't want to work, and then they "clean" up the neighborhood, then the previous people who lived there get kicked out b/c now they can't afford it, then the rich come in and the "art" kids have to move somewhere else unless by them they are famous artists and their pockets are filled with cash. and this is totally fucked. and i understand if someone looks at me and goes, "get off my land." but then i say, what makes it your land. in the 30'[s or whenever, this area was filled with "commies and fags" - it was like some radical leftist haven (fucking sweet!!!!!) - but then obviously they weren't there first b/c there were the pioneers before that, and then before that it was mexico, but what the hell is mexico? that's just another state. and what about the indiginous befor that? if anything, everyone should get the fuck out and the land should be giving back to the native-americans, not "art" kids or hispanics or communists or homosexuals or pioneers. fuck, but the point i'm trying to make is the point of transcience, of constant impermaneance - like, this is all in trasition. and the point here is not violence (shit, so when i say i want to run him over with a car i am over-reacting and should take my aggression not on him b/c even though his reaction is totally fucked, i should understand this in the context, and point my anger somewhere else - the police? the state? money? war? the military? institutions? ignorance and violence?) towards some other person (some other body contextualized in the system we live in) whether it is hispanic on hipster or vice versa. instead of him yelling at me, we should join hands and smash parking meters, blow up hummers, and take over certain parts of LA and secede it from los angeles, california, and the united states, becoming independent of a big machine completely destroying the world. at least we wouldn't be paying taxes on our land that supports a war.

so what i am interested in: spontaneity, play, mischief, subverse activites that dismantles or atleast puts clogs into power machines

 

so at work this japanese looking guy who i always see walked by me and i said "hi" like i always do and i looked at his name tag (i think he's the medic) and it was a japanese name, so i asked him what generation he was, and then like i always do i asked, "what camps were your parents/grandparents in?"

tule lake.

tule lake, you mean the one were the sent the radicals who they considered a national security threat?

yeah, my dad refused to sign the loyalty oath.

fuck yeah!!!

and he told me a story where he and his friends captured sea gulls and painted red circles on their wings like the japanese flag, so when they flew over head the guards thought they were being attacked by japan. and he'd throw rocks at the gi's like palestinian kids throwing rocks at israeli tanks.

http://www.tulelake.org/

i was once a pacifist, but lately i've been wanting to turn militant.

 

I remember the smoothies D2 talks about below. I am starting to think it all really happened. I have questions for D2: what did we drink later that night? what activity--not sport--did we do the next day? what show was cancelled two days after that? why?
I think I remember all the answers, thanks to not drinking what I drank later that night the day after the first day of the Damaged.
Happy two months!!!

 

The singer of this band is nice.
Anyone who makes me feel like I am helping is nice.
I appreciate the rigorous logic underlying the prices of Brooklyn car service rides. One day I take a car with a full drumset 7 miles. the driver says "with all this stuff? ten dollars." Two days later I take one with no drums, same route. "seventeen dollars." On the way back I take one with a drumset, keyboard, keyboard stand, piano bench, and keyboard player. same route. "you should've called a mini van. twenty five dollars?" i like the question part.
fair enough, my tips range from zero to one hundred dollars depending on the proportion of red bull and Elmers.
We will all continue to work it out.

 

science poem #89

(once
electromagnetic seesaws
rocked
back & forth
over loose grounds,
sped infinite waves
to larger stars:
reacted:
sped infinite waves
to primitive minds
& new fascinations
in hard stones
spread
science over wastelands)



by Joshua cristiano