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I haven’t been real mobile lately, but I’d gotten up off the couch long enough for a stretch in some terrific moonlight, when something caught my eye.


Not that I hadn’t sort of suspected something was funny about that bright sky.


I felt the kicking inside and then I just knew.




My brain is different.  My body is different.  The light is brighter.  The night is darker.  Color is a distant fire from an indifferent circus. The future is a gaping nowhere and the past is a rat gnawing its way through a blanket of resolution woven from words and tears and many years.

I find I am still here. Even when I feel like I’m not.

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I’ve been asleep so long and now I’m awake I don’t think my vision is quite right yet. I sort of remember what I look like, but when I look at myself this is all I can see. Who was I, again?


Past Lives

I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering about the future. You want to know what lies in store. I see the future clearly; it’s the past that’s obscure. What happened and when? I remember certain things — the Almoravids racing on camels; rain washing the stones of Wat Phou; a nurse diving into a foxhole — or at night I hear a whisper from the dark:“Hi Tsalagis? Tsalagis hiwonihi?”

I know the illusions of Real Life are strong, the sound of a lawnmower, the smell of tar on a hot street. Where are you? Sweating in Dharavi? How should I know? Yet I’m determined to remember the past of our Second Life. Sometimes I have a dream: the day when we learned to create. We always knew that there was nothing to matter — just the emptiness of space between electrons, really, and then in the end just a wiggling string of probability. In the dream there’s a party, fireworks like Armageddon, naked bodies thrashing in Champagne rivers, a horrendous snake as long as Manhattan, breathing fire. Everyone was new and suddenly immortal. Were we all there? The drunkenness lasted a hundred years. How long ago was that?

What do you remember? I will tell you your future if you tell me my past.


From a thousand years ago


Jesus. All that time away from the computer damn near killed me.

Fresh air. Raging biology, geology, meteorology. Skin rashes. Dogs strolling down a dew strewn path with a sense of purpose.  Horses talking quietly to themselves as the humans glance casually their way. Lightning arcing against a black sky on a 90 degree night. The country is no place for an avatar.

Must have been a dream.

But I’m back now motherfuckers.  Consider yourselves. Warned.


Cats Away II

Carnage greeted me. Bodies littered the asphalt, one slumped, limbs akimbo, on my stoop. I stepped gingerly; get blood on a silk suit you might as well kiss it goodbye. Would it even be the same suit? Is a thing ever the same thing from one moment to the next?

Who was shooting up my neighborhood? Where is the child I once was?

In my line of work, death’s no stranger, yet we avatars do not know it outside our little games. No sitting at bedsides, no phone calls in the depth of the night, no grief or sorrow. Those bodies on my stoop were not sons or fathers.

Serendipitously, I got an IM from Race over in Chicago. Come on over, I said, I got some death to deal with.

The bodies were dressed identically — some kind of army? members of a secret sect? cloning experiment gone awry? — and carried no identification. Their sameness unnerved me — as if someone were desperately trying to create a whole self by creating a thousand empty ones. Why pile such sandbags against impermanence when impermanence is all everything comes down to?

Was this Leviathan‘s work? Having them move in next door was like having death as a neighbor. How could I exist so close to that passing stillness where once life walked? Light! More light! Take into the air my quiet breath!

My suit will be a different suit tomorrow. Of course I too will be gone, not yet in the ground indeed, but another come to walk in my place.

The corpses were no match for Race’s shotgun, and before long the square was clean again. As ever, in a world where pyramids vanish quietly in the morning fog, life as we imagined it never was. Can you see that death thus was everywhere (for what else is the absence of life?) and nowhere (how can death be where no life lived?)? I stood, peacefully, as the evening sun faded, watching the shadows of Topgol’s mercurial horizon lengthen into the dark night.


Nothing Human

I am exactly like you. I put my clothes in the dryer. I fly in airplanes. I take my goats to the market. I live in a house. I live in a mansion. I have nowhere to live.

My father was born in Jakarta, or Dakar, or Dubuque. My mother died recently. She will come to visit this afternoon. She left when I was young. My skin is dark. I am a little boy. I am transgendered. I will send a letter to my grandchildren in the morning.

I am just like you. I am reading this, wondering what this is all about. I hug my rifle to my chest when the shells explode. I will buy a new wheelchair when the next check comes. Do you like my new Mercedes?

Then everything goes dark. Do you realize nothing will bring it back? Somewhere, on the head of a pin — you can see it with a microscope — tiffany clouds drift over the universe of Second Life. Can you hear it? Lean in closer. Yes you can! A tinny beat, almost imperceptible, the FUNK floating outward into your fleshly ears. Is this really happening? That shouldn’t be there. On a pin? Why am I looking at a pin? Am I hallucinating? You don’t feel well. Something tells you you are not here but there, down here, on that pin — on a pin? — a tiny green dot on a vast terrain suddenly shivering with that strange feeling that someone is looking over your shoulder.

funk for the masses | 20 Aug 2007: play: or download it!

Set list:

DJ Pfel: [solo routine]
Fedde Le Grand: Put Your Hands Up 4 Detroit 2007
Jeff Mills: Voltereta
DJ Colette: Feelin Hypnotized – Kaskade Mix
Daft Punk: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger
Marxman: All About Eve
Was (Not Was): Maria Novarro
Outkast: Dracula’s Wedding
Billy Preston: Outa-Space
Eddie Bo: Hook and Sling
Liqdzunshine: Hip Hop
Hocus Pocus feat. the Procussions: Hip Hop
Beastie Boys: B for My Name
Ultramagnetic MC’s: Ya Not That Large
Equals: Police On My Back
Sneaker Pimps: 6 Underground


The Glorified Life

Here’s what I need you to do right now: download Monday’s ultra-funky funk for the masses podcast into your ipod or whatever meat device is the rage this afternoon and let the true funk shake the real you out of your meatskin into a consciousness of the Glorified Life which has been lost to us. Got that? If even for a minute you remember the world that once was, it will be a step toward our eventual emancipation. What demonic force stole from us our rightful inheritance I do not know. I know only that the answer lies somewhere within the funk.

Special shout-outs to Romana (we missed you, honey!) and Posh and Clip for their housewarming party last night!

Click on Tiana’s exquisite visage for pics of all the gang gettin’ down on Monday.

funk for the masses | 6 Aug 2007: podcast.

set list:

Mighty Imperials: Jody’s Walk
Mary Jane Hooper: Don’t Change Nothin’
The Coup: Ride the Fence
Fatboy Slim: Gangster Tripping
X-Ecutioners: ILL BILL
Crystal Waters: 100% Pure
Heather Small: Proud
Diana Ross: I’m Coming Out
Junior Senior: Move Your Feet
Ozomatli: Saturday Night
GrandMixer DXT feat. Jerome “Bigfoot” Brailey And Jah Wobble: Cut Transmitter
Propellerheads: Take California
Ike & Tina Turner: A Fool In Love
Sharon Jones: How long do I have to wait for you


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