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New Job

2011-05-01T23:12:00.004+02:00

I'm starting my new job today, May 1 (actually tomorrow, Monday), writing advertising copy. Working for a company you're all familiar with. You know. It's something I said I'd never do, but with the Economy the way it is, I feel like I have no choice. I mean, it's either that or start flying business class.

One of the conditions of my new job is that I don't write about it anywhere, either now or anytime in the future. In fact, I'm not allowed to keep a BLOG at all, punishable by instant termination. I feel that THIS modest journal, however, will be able to fly under the radar. So keep it under your hat, okay?

Music of 2010

2011-01-13T04:09:00.002+01:00

This is my pick for best music of 2010.

I'll elaborate on some of this later.

Fountainhead – “Robot Voice ‘R’ Us”
Piker – “Letz Auto-Tune”
PX – “Love That Mechanical Voice”
Liberal Arts – “Mechanical Voice - Works – Volume I”
Rantum-Scootum – “Fully Loaded Auto-Tune”
Silent Rhubarb – “All Hail Soulless Mechanical Voice”
Sal G. – “Mechanical Voice This!”
The Hoodie String Pullers – “Experiments with the Harmony Vocoder: #1, #3, #8 & #5.3”
Ass Onions – “Up Your Auto-Tune”
Bacty – “Enuf! Mechanical Voice”
Drug Store Schlemihl – “It is Mechanical Voice Is What It Is”

Plus, hounorable mention:
Various Artists – “Music for Twiddling Knobs”

Happy Holidays!

2010-12-18T11:47:00.003+01:00

Happy Holidays from Air France! We, and, I, for one, want to personally wish you a healthy and prosperous holiday season and an even healthier and more prosperous 2011. Though if you were in PERFECT health in 2010, maybe wishing to be healthier is kind of insane, because how can you get healthier? Maybe work on that MENTAL HEALTH. That's an area where we all need some work.

If you walk out of your house and in the first five minutes aren't nauseated by the sight, sound, and smell of automobiles, you either, a. live on some remote island, or b. you have become used to what has been the most major atrocity on planet Earth in the human era. Most people have just adapted to the ugliness, the sickness. Perhaps you could even say that the most mentally healthy approach to the automobile is to embrace it. I don't agree, but then I'm not running for public office anytime soon, and I'm sure as hell not getting elected WITHOUT running.

I rented a car once during 2010, a little Nissan or something shit-kicker, or flea-flicker, gnat or something with a small or modest name. I don't remember. It was about as attractive as a wart, but it made sense in that it was tiny, you could park practically in a mailbox, good gas mileage, relatively quiet, and it still seated four or carried boxes. As bad as "The Economy" is supposed to be, I see nothing but HUGE SUVs and trucks and military vehicles all around me, most brand new, all with increasingly steroidal looks and ever-more obnoxious horns and alarms. I don't believe it's just for "safety." Sure there is a small percentage of suburban paranoid freaks who won't take their kids out in anything but an armoured personal carrier, but for most people who are buying these monstrous vehicles, it isn't because they want to take a Freightliner head-on, it's for status, penis-extension, and for moronic expression and extension of otherwise personality-less self.

If the government suddenly decided to paint every single flat surface a putrid shade of industrial garbage-puke orange-pink, and play an endless digital version of the "Star Spangled Banner" from every speaker, radio, and broadcast device so you'd NEVER stop hearing it, and required that you stop at an armed checkpoint EVERY BLOCK (when on foot) to scan your personal barcode identifier and x-ray the contents of your bookbag, and fill the air with a constant and endless stench from burning plastic and outdated computer equipment for fuel, sure, we would all complain at first. But we'd get used to it. As long as we had a source of sickly sweet alcoholic chocolate goo to fill our mouths with and an endless supply of fresh pornography, and serially addictive brain captivating game to anesthetize us, and a brain injuring sporting spectacle to talk about for six minutes a day for a sense of community, we'll be okay as long as we are able to get into a car. Every generation likes to talk about the end of the world, but the end of the world has come and gone, and we are merely the mold growing on the ruins. Happy holiday season to you and your family... every last one of you human beings!

Happy Holidays Everyone!

2009-12-22T23:03:00.001+01:00

HI!
My name is AIR FRANCE.
I am more or less sane,
but every year, right around this time,
I turn into a 100% solid gold asshole.
Thank you, and my apologies.

New Logo for Google!

2009-10-22T00:55:00.004+02:00

I felt inspired to design a new logo for Google. I mean, I have been getting A LITTLE SICK OF that old one, haven't you? I think my new one will prove to be irresistible to the Google president and CEO and those guys who make the decisions there. I sent it to them with a pretty good cover letter. I was going to have it reproduced on some pretty fancy paper and then send it with a bottle of good wine or something, but I didn't want it to seem like a bribe so I thought I'd just be modern and modest and email it. I'm not asking for a lot of money for it, either. I mean, I'm not sure how much I'm asking, but I'm sure we can negotiate! Happy searching with the new GOOGLE!

January

2009-01-30T03:19:00.003+01:00

One thing I love about January is that you can never see the days getting longer. Pretty much the rest of the year you are always aware of the days getting longer and the nights getting shorter or the days getting shorter and nights getting longer. But in January it just seems that the days and nights are constant. I think because of that, or else that is why, January seems to have no movement. It feels like the endless month, with no beginning and no end. But it's over much too soon. I think there is no month that is as much like life as January.

There are people who are running in front of their deadlines, their self-imposed deadlines like treadmill torture decapitation devices. January is the month where none of that matters. You can get ahead, but you're never really ahead. If you fall behind, it doesn't really matter. It also has the best name of any month, I mean for a name of a person. January.

Toss Salad

2008-07-13T20:57:00.005+02:00

I saw a sign on a restaurant that said "TOSS SALAD"-- in red neon, no less, so they were pretty serious about it. You'd think before you ordered the neon you'd check to see if you were using the right word and grammar, but there's so substitute for self-confidence. "Tossed Salad" is definitely more standard, and when I hear "toss salad" I think of a salad made of toss, which is puke. To toss is to puke, so toss as a noun would be the actual puke. Toss Salad, therefore means PUKE SALAD.

Not that most tossed salad is much better than puke anyway. But first, I thought I’d check on the big internet to see if I was correct. It turns out that when you search for toss OR tossed salad you get a lot of a websites about oral-anal sex or something… I mean, I had no idea. But then it seems like any possible word you can think of has some sexual meaning. Let's try a few. Can. Sexual. Strawberry. Sexual. Doorknob. Sexual. Blanket. Sexual. Lamp. Sexual. See what I mean?

Anyway, why is it that every time I get a salad in a restaurant it ends up being somehow decidedly unsatisfying? Like all they'd have to do is cut up the green peppers a little more, or pit the olives, or put a little more garlic in the dressing, or fry then chill the onions. Or take the brown shit off the iceberg lettuce. I mean I can make a delicious salad with half of my brain in a drug stupor, and ingredients from a bachelor refrigerator, so why can't they pull it off for seven bucks at a restaurant? I'm sure there are some great salads out there, at some great restaurants, but nine times out of ten they’re total shit, leading you to believe there is something to that sexual definition.

Sex and The City

2008-06-28T03:10:00.004+02:00

I mentioned my new online journal called "Happy Endings" to someone, and they were happy to assure me that that term was all about something sexual. It seems like once something becomes about something sexual it eclipses all other meanings. This is kind of disappointing to me. It's not that I am against things that are sexual; I just am interested in other things as well, such as dreams and stories, injustice and diners.

What I think about all of this is that the reason for the prevalence of sex ingrained in everything is not because of such a great interest in sex, it's because of sexual repression. OK, I guess that's not such an interesting thought, after all. I'm sorry. Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter, or sex. Those are my four choices.

This diary entry has nothing to do with Sex On The City. I was just wondering HOW MANY "blog" entries were titled that this summer. "This Ain't The Summer of Love." That's a Blue Oyster Cult song, which is followed by another song with virtually no gap. You know, those decisions (which have only to do with vinyl records and never with CDs) are decisions of the ages, of all time, equal in importance, at least, to something like, "You’re no Jack Kennedy."

Well, okay, how about this: Does anyone think it's weird that that Sarah Jessica Parker's character’s LAST name in "Sex Upon The City" is the same last name as her REAL LIFE boyfriend?

I am beggging you...

2008-06-01T22:59:00.004+02:00

I have read everything there is to read, now, twice. I have come to the end of the last book, and I see no future in the libraries or bookstores of the world. Please... please, someone recommend to me something to read...

May 4

2008-05-05T04:20:00.003+02:00

It has gotten so when you mention May 4 to people it doesn't have any significance, unless maybe they are residents of Kent, Ohio. That is the date, of course, of the Kent State shootings of 1970 in which National Guardsmen opened fire on student protesters, killing four and wounding nine. The acute memory of this incident, however, is now beginning to fade in the larger public consciousness, mostly due to more recent events of great magnitude such as Nixon's resignation, the Tonya Harding scandal, OJ's low-speed chase, and American Idol.

It is now widely believed that it wasn't actually members of the Ohio National Guard who fired their weapons at the students, but TERRORISTS posing as guardsmen, whose motive was to initiate full scale revolution.

Where Is The Money?

2008-01-12T16:07:00.000+01:00

Happy New Year

2008-01-03T01:32:00.000+01:00

Wishing everyone a happy new year. And I have the ability to do it.

The Most Stupid Thing I Have Ever Seen

2007-10-18T01:15:00.000+02:00

There is a DIRECT TV ad that pops up on my Yahoo mail right over where you click for the new messages. You cannot close the ad. You can click on it, but you can't change it, move it. And it keeps you from accessing your email. I was thinking about when I would finally stop using this crappy yahoo mail, and this is it!

Maybe it's some kind of prank played by someone, a hacker, but it's been there all day. I would think that yahoo would get rid of it by now. And if it's that easy to hack into their website, then who is reading my email. Not that it's that interesting. Airfrance at yahoo, password, concorde. You can check it out for yourself!

But anyway-- well, I was not going to give any money to Direct TV anyway. And maybe it's not their fault. It's someone's fault. It's idiotic.

Movie Review: Science Friction

2007-10-14T23:32:00.000+02:00

Not only is this movie OK to see ahead of time, the best way to experience it is to sit naked at room temperature with your feet up on the back of the seat in front of you. There are mysterious deaths, Buffalo, Kansas, and lots and lots of deja vu. Honesty is the best policy, except when being nonconfrontational seems more or less specific. It is generally spicy and zesty, but not uncomfortable. Don't get yourself arrested! Ride home on the back of a fire engine. Lie to your boss. Dump all your trash in the street, the way college students do. Get on the warpath in your Pinto, and remember: weekend availability is all-important!

4 stars (out of one hundred) (that was a joke) NO STARS.

Wait until this one comes out on DVD, then ignore it!

Review of the Contents of My Post Office Box Today

2007-10-02T00:05:00.000+02:00

I hadn’t checked my P.O. box for a few days, and I expected it to be overflowing, but there was just ONE THING: a recipe for "Crawford's Swedish Gingersnap Cookies" --on a postcard --from WMSE’s Tom Crawford, no doubt.

This is essentially a cookie recipe. I guess I could go on and on here about how much I hate cookies, and how much I hate the WORD cookie, and how I think that the idea and concept of the COOKIE is pretty much taking over our world, ruining our way of life, and is pretty much, when you come down to it, I feel, the symbol of the end of all civilization.

This particular recipe, however, is interesting because of the ingredient "3/4 cup bacon fat"-- listed as the first ingredient! I think that this recipe is all about using BACON FAT in the place of lard, vegetable shortening, or butter. This is really kind of exciting to me. I think, even, if it wasn't for the inclusion of "The Evil Grain," I would be at home right now whipping up a batch or these fuckers.

The Mystery of Cups and Glasses

2007-09-29T16:38:00.001+02:00

Another day at the office, even though, yes, it's Saturday. I was just in Toronto for a week, and I cleaned up before I left. Now, back at the office, the lunch table is sticky, trash is lying here and there. How hard is it to put trash in the trash can? There are about 20 cups and glasses sitting about. The dishwasher sits empty. For there to be that many cups and glasses, each person who works here must have used a fresh cup or glass each time he/she had a drink of water, then left the cups and glasses sitting out on the table, on the counter, in the sink. Never in the dishwasher. Never in the dish drainer. Never in their office.

I know this is just about the most boring thing to write about of all time, but I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I just don't. These are all smart people. They know there is no maid, no servant, not even a lowly employee to clean up after them. I am left to believe that the people who work in this office just REALLY LIKE TO SEE about 20 cups and glasses sitting around. It's an aesthetic thing. Or some kind of an art project.

The Sword Is Mightier Than The Pen

2007-09-17T15:59:00.000+02:00

That other saying has been around so long, people just go on believing it means something anymore. Ha! Not that I'm cynical, but a fine example is Bill Belichick, recently, after being caught cheating. I watched the football game last night, just to see how a man who just got half a million dollars taken away from him might look while standing on the edge of a grassy field. No more designer suits for this guy, he was wearing on old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. His pants held up by a belt made of twine. He looked like his hair was cut with dull, pre-school scissors.

But I'm guessing that's how he always looks. I'm guessing he's NOT REALLY parting with half a million dollars. And I'm positive that if they keep winning, he will keep his job, and his popularity. He can even continue to cheat, as long as he doesn't get caught again.

Happy Flowers

2007-09-12T22:41:00.000+02:00

They are jack hammering outside the window here. I mean it's really loud-- so loud I can't hear the phone ring, and usually the phone is really annoying. I didn't think a think like this jack hammering could bother me so much, but this is literally driving me crazy. So I'm going to try to concentrate on happy things, before I start breaking things.

Happy flowers afrit! Deer jump about in the mezzanine, zoftigging each other with pomp and whelk! Gumboils explode in blue, white and pink cosmography, running the foolery into my rayon suit pants, soiled by my trimmer in the sidecar! I mean soiled by my spilt sidecar cocktail in the trimmer! I mean trimmed by the spilt soil in the milch garden! Torso reverses, soused solid, used sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid kipsie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging each other wit pomp amends whelk! In blue, white and pink cosmography, running my solids trough used sough fads and shooed areas anoxia soiled in mother milch’s garden! Torso souses solid, used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hippie flowers afrit! Deer jumble zoftigging and whelk! in blue, white and pink in the milch gardenia! torso souses solid red sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic steak avoid Harpie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging other with pomp and chef! in blue, white and pink cosmography, ruff running tool he is my solid used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia soil in the party! tariffs of savvies so used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hyrpie frowners afrit!, Deer jump, zoftigging each other with faced whelk! in blue, white and pink…

LULL

2007-09-07T17:40:00.000+02:00

I was walking into the office by one of the new condos going up, and I noticed this orange lift machine with the word "LULL" on it in huge letters. By lift machine I mean some kind of construction machine that looks to be a combination of a cherry-picker and a bulldozer. It looks like it can move around easily and hoist large objects up into the air. The letters LULL were painted prominently on the side, obviously the name of the company that makes the machine. I don't know if the letters are an acronym for something, or somebody’s name, or perhaps a descriptive phrase.

As I walked by the machine I noticed several workers, construction workers wearing hardhats, standing around idly. One man was leaning against the machine, and another was smoking . One had his hands in his pockets, and one was talking absentmindedly on a cell phone, stumbling back and forth. One of the men was drinking a cup of coffee. I think at least three of them were smoking, actually.

It then occurred to me that perhaps LULL was the wrong thing to write on the side of machinery. Perhaps LULL was the wrong message to be presenting to your workers. It occurred to me that they have been working on this particular condo FOREVER, and it's not like it's an architectural gem or anything. It essentially looks like PROJECTS with BALCONIES.

Dylan

2007-09-05T00:48:00.000+02:00

I ran into Bob Dylan over labor day weekend, and had a nice visit. We went out for a quick bite-- Bob had a lettuce wrap thing, and I had a super burrito with cole slaw on the side. We both had iced coffee. It was kind of hot out. No, wait, Bob had rock juice. He didn't find the name ironic or stupid, or make any kind of comment on being embarrassed about ordering something as ridiculous sounding as rock juice. I guess I kind of envied him there. I was thinking, that's kind of when you know your mind is on other things. He can probably eat a snickerdoodle cookie without cringing, and he can probably call a blog a blog. I asked him about this movie with Todd Haynes, and he seemed kind of pleased with it. He said it was the kind of thing he'd have done years ago, and everyone would give him shit about it. I said everyone will probably give Todd Haynes shit about it now, and he said, maybe so, but not the kind of shit he would’ve got, or still would. I asked is that because you're Bob Dylan, and people want you to write songs and not make movies? He said, of course, if Todd Haynes recorded a double album with 10 minute long songs and cryptic lyrics, people would certainly give him shit, but not that much. Especially if it was good. I said then why? He said, something like, well, I'll get shit for buying a Volvo, or using Tide detergent, or dressing in all green. I said, yeah, I suppose you're right. And he said, so, do you still want to be me? And I said, hell no. I never wanted to be anyone but....

Air France

I'm Not Gay!

2007-08-29T20:27:00.001+02:00

Once again I turn on the radio in the morning to hear a man pleading in a press conference, "I'm not gay!"-- and I think, I'm sure I'm not the only one this sounds weird to, but apparently the commentators at NPR don't think it's weird. It's kind of like having a press conference to announce, "I'm not a Capricorn!" or "I don't eat chicken!" What's the deal with this? I thought we were moving into the future. Oh, no, that's right-- we are moving into the dark ages, or the DARK AGES, the NEW Dark Ages. Sometimes I think that mortality is like a race to a peaceful place before an insane world becomes unbearable.

I even had to read about this Idaho Senator a little-- what happened. It seems he was making well known public restroom signals to an undercover cop. (Aren't there real crimes being committed in Idaho?) How come I don't know these signals? You mean I could go to a rest stop bathroom and tap my foot a few times and get arrested? What if I was humming a popular show tune in the shitter-- could I possibly get life in prison? Is my habit of smiling at strangers on the street putting me at risk with the vice squad? And what are police doing camping out in bathrooms, waiting for people to meet up? Are there police in pickup bars, waiting for you to buy someone a drink, and then-- to jail? I've had men say things to me that I've interpreted as a proposition-- though I'm always unsure-- but I usually find it’s pretty easy to smile and say, "no thanks" or even shake my head no-- and I usually see no need to call 911.

We shouldn't be so surprised that politicians are so frequently involved in sex scandals. They are politicians! We shouldn't be surprised if occasionally a boxer beats the shit out of someone-- though really, boxers seem to have a bit more control, generally, than politicians. But that's what boxers do. What politicians do is say, "Vote for ME! Love ME! LOVE Me!" It's all about love, right?

Anyway, so what's this guy saying? In announcing loudly, in public, "I'm not gay!"-- he's not necessarily saying he thinks it's bad to be gay, or is he? Shouldn't HIS WIFE be the person he's saying I'm not gay to? Is he saying?-- "I'm not gay, I just like to have sex with anonymous men in public restrooms! But I'm not gay!" I guess he IS saying: "It's bad to be gay, but I'm not gay, I'm just a public restroom perv, LOVE ME! LOVE ME!"

Horrible Depression

2007-08-28T01:00:00.001+02:00

I've fallen into a horrible depression, for no apparent reason except for the internet, and bad TV, and fatty foods, the full moon, incessant rain, and no exercise. Did I forget to mention, no exercise? Did I say, no exercise?

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Preparations for World Spanning Journey Continue

2007-08-22T17:56:00.000+02:00

It is a busy time during the waning hot and humid days of August. While continuing my tour with the crazy nuts at Found Magazine, I'm also busy planning my upcoming World Tour. This will be like no other world tour you've ever heard of. Tentatively referred to as the "Around the World in 80 Days Tour" it will be a slow speed, meandering, almost directionless foray into the upper atmosphere of this place we call Earth. Only superficially connected to any actual geography, this tour is more about what is "up there." Is it brighter? Is it cleaner? Perhaps the air is too thin for any coherency. We shall see. Stay tuned!

I remain,

Air France

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2007-08-19T20:59:00.000+02:00

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Slow to Anger

2007-08-19T00:30:00.000+02:00

I was supposed to shoot with Frankie this morning, but he didn't show up at 9:30 as planned. I just looked over at my calendar to see if maybe I had the day or the date wrong, or the time wrong-- sometimes I get all upset about something and it turns out I am wrong, just totally wrong. I am the jackass, the dumbass! I don't mind admitting when I am wrong. But no-- it was this morning, our date, the plan, the date, the day, the time. My time, in as much as one can own time, which one can't (that is, unless you buy a piece from Calico Jack!) So-- nothing-- and planning to shoot affects my sleep. It's not that I don't get any, but the day ahead definitely affects my dreams. I would be mad, but I am worried. I have to be worried, not mad because I don't know if anything might have happened to him/her that might have prevented him/her from making the rendezvous. It is dark today. So dark. It is making me feel kind of creepy. I hope everything is okay. One nice thing about not getting mad now, but later, is that there is always a time for anger. But sometimes if you wait, you realize that it's not worth your time and effort anyway. The ship has sailed, and you realize that not only are you glad you aren't on it, you are much better off reading about the ship later, and watching the movie of the week.

A New Beginning

2007-08-18T01:32:00.000+02:00

I have made a rash decision to make a new start in life beginning with a new name. I will no longer be using the name I used to use (I'm not even going to mention it anymore) and I expect all of my acquaintances to only use my new name. After my name change is complete and instituted, I will then move onto other areas of my life.

The name I will now be using for all correspondence and socialization, including greetings, farewells, and fond embraces, will be Air France. There is no first name, no last name, no surname, no nickname. Though, I suppose, as names go, you can call me anything you want to. Please don't call me by my old name, though. I will not respond to it. "Air" will be okay, if overly familiar, and "France" will be acceptable. "Air France" will be best.

"Why" is the question I am most asked, about most things, and I'm sure it will come up in this case as well. Because change is good, is a good answer. I believe in change, and in reaching somewhat further than necessary or even desirable in order to achieve that change.

So please join me in my new life, in this new place, and with this new outlook. What is new and good for me will be new and good for you, too. And, I sincerely believe, for the world.

I am:

Air France

2007-08-17T21:46:00.000+02:00