4.20.2009

NÜ USA METAL

In the first of the four memos, we learn that one prisoner has been the subject of a careful psychoanalysis that had revealed a strong fear of insects, particularly stinging insects. The sudden onset of a phobia can produce automatic, uncontrollable reactions–the fear grips total control of the subject’s mind. Rapid heartbeat, a shortness of breath, trembling, an overwhelming desire to flee. The prisoner is prepared to do anything to escape the cause of the phobia.

The CIA therefore proposed to lock the prisoner in a coffin-like box to which would be added an insect. Judge–yes, the author is a sitting appeals court judge in San Francisco–Jay Bybee’s memorandum discusses this process in detail and settles on a pre-agreed script about how Room 101 will be used, addressing in turn the toxicity of the insect to be used, the dimensions of the box in which the prisoner will be confined, and the false statements which will be made to the prisoner in order to heighten his level of apprehension, with the intention of triggering a “panic attack.” (via harpers)


Damn, the US is so metal. Part of me wants to make jokes about how evil this is, and the other part of me wants to cringe at what democracy has become and how modern nation-states operate. i guess ill just keep cruising the internet and posting ridiculous stuff to my tumblr.

4.18.2009

FOIRE DU TRONE







MOROCCO






4.16.2009


4.15.2009

NOPAINNOWGAIN UPDATE




KIDHDNY brings the heat.


HUGHESY!!!

you old dog!

you've managed once again to make me laugh out loud and wonder awkwardly to myself if my roommate thinks im crazy.

This is directly from the national hoax, or as i like to say "hot off the hoax". who is responsible for this chef d'oeuvre you ask? none other than locally renowned celebrity & heartbreaker alex hughes.

I know dream talk is lame. I rarely hear a good dream story. That being said, I had the best morning dream the other day…

There I was hanging out with a bunch of pals in what appeared to be a shitty hotel lobby. After a few minutes of dream chatter, we decided to investigate. I mean it’s not like anyone had to go to their dream-job, or had dream jury-duty. So we’re looking around and we realize we’re hanging out in one of those modern mega-churches. Somehow we’d failed to notice the signs which included 40 foot crosses and tons of white people. Dreams, so unreliable! Anyway now we’re wandering around this giant church and it becomes painfully clear that this is one racist church. There’s caricatures all over the place, signs that read “no blacks!”. Shit is fucked. So we go to the bar. Yes, the bar. Because even though this is a super racist Church they have a fully stocked bar, not unlike the one in the Shining. So we’re sitting at this church bar, mulling over all the fucked up shit we’d just seen. Then the bartender rolls up. He tells us he’d been listening to our conversation, thought maybe we should check out the church’s commandments. We’re like “fuck it, sure.” He proceeds to pull out a Hallmark card that has Ten Commandments written on the front in that really crappy Hallmark font. You know the one it’s gold and embossed. So we open the card and there’s a list of commandments. I can only remember three:
-No sneezing-
-Be kind, rewind-
-Don’t be a jerk-
After we read this list we all looked at each other and started laughing.

The end.

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hotter than sriracha...chapeau bas hughes...chapeau bas.

4.07.2009

4.04.2009

RELAX UN PEU


Thione Seck - Chauffeur Bi
Alou Fané & Daouda Sangaré - Nambara Mogo
Super Djata de Bamako - Bimoko Magnin
Etoile de Dakar - Aladj
Kojo Mireku's Band - Mepe Me Ho Asem
Ashanti Brothers Band - Odo Afre Me
Dr. T.O. Jazz International Band - Asem Atome
Oko's Guitar Band - Ebeye Yie
Salif Keita & Kante Manflia - Wara-Mana
Ali Farka Toure - Kady
Kassa Tresor Mihindou - Dwimbu
Virtuoses Diabate - N'fa
David Zé - Ngongo Mua Ngola
Balla et ses Balladins - Leydi Mendnin
Celestine Ukwu - Onwu Bu Ugwo
E.T. Mensah and the Tempos Band - Medaho Mao
Cardinal Rex Lawson - Elizer
Lijadu Sisters - Osupa

via Awesome Tapes From Africa



BACK IN PARIS



I rode my bike today, and saw a homeless man feeding camembert to some pigeons. As i passed by, i smelled his warm, parisian, clodo smell; a summery mix of wine, body odor, urine, and dirt. Later, a man backed up his car without looking and almost ran into a group of thirtysomethings, they were visibly upset and yelled at the man and pounded their fists on his trunk, nearby, a woman in a blue reebok windsuit watched with anticipation as to what would happen next.