Archive for July, 2010

Against the Complete Dissolution of American Culture

Posted in All things political, Critique on July 29, 2010 by klogtheblog

Someone has to come up with a decent counter-proposal to postmodern thought or it’s going to be Snooki from here to the great grinding end.

I don’t know what the philosophical underpinnings of it would be, but I recommend some system of thought that results in small organizations of no more than 100 people, lots of home brewing, and respect for tool-craft.  Totality would be anathema.  This would not be a rejection of the great projects that nations, mega-corporations, and other large entities can produce, but rather a realization that today’s tools (both in terms of manufacturing and organization) can magnify the efforts of a small group.

I would call this new ideology Tool-Augmented Small Collectivism.

–Steve Kilian

Bond Reflects

Hollywood Screenwriter’s Crrrazzzy Dream

What We’ve Learned From BP

Posted in All things political, Comedy on July 22, 2010 by klogtheblog

Now that the BP oil spill seems to be contained (never mind any reports of seepage you might have read) or at least in abeyance until some further heartbreak occurs, let’s assume this crisis is in endgame. That’s what we’d do even if the oil kept spewing forth forever. At some point the media moves on. Remember when we were in Iraq? Like the war in Iraq, the BP oil spill is now over. What have we learned?

It’s probably helpful to have one of those big cap things already built in case you need it.

All those people saying “Drill, Baby, Drill” were douches. Okay, most of us already knew that, but the best lessons can be learned again and again. And they will be.

After you clean oil off a pelican, it probably dies anyway.

Callous CEOs with sinister British accents and no sense of empathy make bad corporate spokespersons.

All British accents sound sinister when coming from evil assholes.

As far as the Minerals Management Service department goes, replacing corrupt cokeheads and sex fiends from the oil industry with corrupt clean-nosed prudes from the oil industry only helps with any coke-fueled orgy problems you might have had.

It helps to have Kanye in damage control mode.

There needs to be a real energy policy in this country to wean us off fossil fuels, and that policy can’t involve a carbon tax, and we should still keep on drilling in deep water, and let’s just keep going because we’re fucked anyway.

There’s no need to worry about worst-case scenarios as we start building new Nuclear Reactors.

Nothing.

-Dan Kilian

Hey Hey

Old Time Magic

Big Sharks Eat Smaller Sharks

Posted in Art on July 22, 2010 by klogtheblog

–Dan Kilian

Hey Hey

Old Time Magic

Sarah Palin and The New K Word

Posted in All things political, Comedy on July 21, 2010 by klogtheblog

Everyone made such a big deal of half-Governor Sarah Palin’s minting a new word the other day, and everyone missed the point. When Palin said that New Yorkers should “refudiate” the building of a Mosque two blocks away from Ground Zero, MSNBC pounced. Ha! She IS illiterate! No, countered Palin, I’m Shakespearean, Bushian and Obamic in my creative language. Ha! She can’t even admit a mistake! No! She’s cute!

Personally, I like refudiate, and I think she is cute in her language even though it was clearly a mistake. I don’t have any problem with how Palin says what she says (at least not here) it’s what she’s got to say.  The issue isn’t her use or misuse of language; it’s that she’s a fucking racist cunt. There shouldn’t be any debate about building a mosque in downtown New York, at least not on religious grounds. Anyone who has a problem with moderate Muslims in America is fomenting religious war, and is therefore Osama Bin Laden’s dance partner and scoundrelous.

With that in mind, I mint a new word: Recuntiate.

One recuntiates when one reminds people what a cunt a person is. If someone’s doing something cunty, and then people get distracted by a cute little sideshow, well then it’s time for some recuntiation.

It’s unrefudiable. This word will surely come in handy.

–Dan Kilian

Rahm Takes The Fall

Jacob Bartelby, Temporary Fileclerk To The Stars

Hollywood Screenwriter’s Crrrazzzy Dream

Posted in Comedy, Critique on July 19, 2010 by klogtheblog

My lunch schmooze with Dane Cook starts out badly when it turns out I’m actually talking to a Danish chef and not the incredibly talented comedian. Suddenly an evil military squadron attacks, and I’m running through hallways as explosions and gunfire rip the walls apart.

I lurch through a door and I’m in a fancy hotel room, and there’s Leonardo DiCaprio. Ah Leo! It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamt of you! There’s something wrong with the shape of his head.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hello, Leo! What’s wrong with your head? You look like a pumpkin.”

“I’m acting. When I get emotional, usually over guilt involving my wife’s death, my head puffs up.”

“So why are you in my dream?”

Leo fixes me with an icy stare, “I need some information. I’ve designed a safe in this dream, so you’ve automatically put your secrets into it. That’s how dreams work. Now tell me the combination, and I’ll open the safe on a deeper dream level.”

“What?”

“A dream within a dream.”

“Why don’t you just…”

“Within ANOTHER dream!”

“Wow! Why don’t you just ask me?”

“Okay, I will. What’s up with the titles?”

“What do you mean?”

“The titles to all these movies: Shutter Island? Inception? Even Infernal Affairs got turned into The Departed, which isn’t half as good. Why are the titles so awful?”

I feel the world slanting. Leo is so close to the secret.

“Don’t make me go into the dream within a dream and open your safe!”

“Okay. I’ll tell you, but you mustn’t tell anyone. If they find out, there could be pandemonium!”

“Tell me, and I’ll decide.”

“Okay. The reason the titles to movies suck is…we’re out of good words.”

“What?”

“You think anyone would choose to call a movie Inception? There was nothing left. All the Dream titles got used up. Half of them are in Nightmare on Elm Street movies. Christopher Nolan had that script for years, looking for something better. Working titles were Planters; Subconscious, Subconsious; Sweet Charlotte; and Dream Thingy.

“I don’t believe you!”

“Believe it, Leo. It’s the grim truth. Movies are never going to have any decent titles again. Titles that would normally go straight to video are hitting the big screen, because there’s nothing else left. Do you think there would really be an action franchise called The Transporter if there were any other names available? Even movies with cool titles, like The Fast and the Furious have to get saddled with subtitles like Tokyo Drift. It was only a matter of time before a movie got hit with Port of Call: New Orleans.

That’s why there are so many remakes—no one wants to name anything new.”

“I don’t believe it! We’re going into the dream within a dream!”

So he hooks me up to a device to make me dream. As I’m nodding off, I ask, “Isn’t this a lot like ExistenZe? And doesn’t that prove my point?” Then blackness.

*
I wake in a hotel room, almost exactly like the one before. Dreams are so surreal. Leo’s there, and he’s opened a safe on the wall. He’s pulling out scripts.

“What are these!”

“They’re all the scripts I’m working on, or even thinking about working on.”

“NO!”

He throws them to the floor. There they are. The Rubix Moog. Convalescence. Kritter Patrol. Sunsplashers. Jimmy Constantine: Dinosaur Eater. Hot Dog Halo. And my epic, important film, Crime and Peace.

Leo collapses into a not-embarrassing facsimile of weeping. “These titles are horrible! Is this all I have to look forward to? Do any of these scripts have a protagonist who lives in an illusionary world because he killed his wife? If you’ve got anything like that, I’ll sign on to the project.”

This is my moment. I envision the vague outline of just such a script, and sure enough, lying in the pile of scripts is my latest half-formed creation: Wifekill-Land. I hand it to Leo. He takes it and smiles.

“That’s not even a half-bad title.”

“If you think so.”

“I’ll do it!”

And that’s how I got Leonardo DiCaprio signed on to my latest project. Or was it all a dream? Or WAS it?

–Dan Kilian

Astral Dumplings and Purple Prose

Interesting Turn In the Karzai Taliban Peace Talks

Dave Campbell Memorial

Posted in All things music, Art on July 16, 2010 by klogtheblog

A celebration of Dave Campbell, our great friend and champion. If you did not already know, know now that a great man has passed. Music from members of Erica Smith & The 99 Cent Dreams * Love Camp 7 * The Ks * AND * Philip Cobendyx of Sunshine Partners Ltd. * Debby Schwartz * Reb…ecca Turner * L.J. Murphy * Crooked Crow * John Sharples Band * Ian & Liiza Roure * Dan Sallitt * Kenny Young *The World’s Fair * The People in Grey (aka Baker/Gerstel/Schwartz/AldrichArmy) * AND * Pam Grossman * AND * Video from Pascal Plantinga * AND * Choice Daveism’s read aloud!

–Dan Kilian

Soup

A Hollywood Exec Calls Up Alan Alda

KKAWW! KKAWW! KKAWWWWW!

Posted in Art on July 13, 2010 by klogtheblog

-Steve Kilian

The Invention of the Weekend

The Monitor vs. The Minotaur