Orion's Night Out On Blueberry Fork.

 

Ok Baby Change Your Own Diaper and Drill For Fossils.

I'm going to drill for a T-Rex I can clone and ride around campus like a real mya cowboy. One question did the sombrero come before the 10 gallon? Should I keep riding my bicycle or should I just accept dooming future generations and buy a guzzler. I mean if no one else cares, why should I? I admit I am dependent on some fossil fuels but there are alternatives. Air pollution is asthma causing. #Tag love something, at least at the end. Best walk in the park ever, I wasn't even wearing my broken crown. I should recycle the damn thing or bury it. I admit I don't enjoy sub zero weather or 100t degree weather. Is t plus +? My range has been 50 below to the sauna/sweatlodge heat. Dry heat is more tolerable. Don't get dehydrated in hot or cold weather.

The weather feels like March today but it is still January. The ice on the lacs is always dangerous to walk on, but today in this weather "nice". Therefore the ice probably isn't safe to drive on or walk on Jesus. I've fallen through the ice once. You learn from your mistakes. Thankfully I was close to shore. The pond smell wasn't too strong because it was cold. What will the world smell like when everything thaws?

I'm the president, of Call Edge, of course, not some random country. Some days I'm just a hack, with my talent going into the everything. I will write another poem, tonight perhaps. The world needs one more decent poem. In the 21st Century and the 22nd Century will I write about her? 

Do TV and the Internet "chat"? Exchange ideas and keep each other exciting and alive. Silicon based life forms are rumored to exist in science fiction but are they thinking and do they carry emotions?? They contain more thoughts and simulated emotions than most terrestrial life forms. I better write them something for their content or they may feel neglected and that they aren't appreciated. I appreciate many aspects of existence but it's obviously difficult to care for things beyond friends and family and a myriad of? Everything under the Sun and Moon are important to someone or something and robots are or will become as diverse in their sentience as art. Art painted with a brush of course, because without paint things tend to fall apart. Paint is generally the first line of protection. Rust and Botticelli.

I quit painting on canvas years ago and don't have the desire to climb ladders anymore to reach the gutters. Scaffolding is "safer" if set up properly. DIY. Titanium dioxide paint is generally the most durable. Keep the lines straight if you can. Oil based paint is miserable to work with. If I ever paint a house again, I think I will sign my name somewhere down in the lower right corner. Or get a robot to do it while I drink NA beer, and write/doomsscroll. You missed a spot.

It's a beginning of something new. Progress? Winter isolation has been helpful for songwriting and literary writing but I am in the mood to explore the world once again.

I'm improving Belle, I wrote a great song called "Tonsil" and am reading this book to the cat:

Here's a sketch of Tonsil. It's almost the final arrangement.

https://youtu.be/4v2TnmvvT-s?si=Kz4-X7RumIWnnL8Y

Pa & Ma Bought the Pharmacy Jam.

The farmer's Almanac says Happy something to the E.I.E.I.O. For the first order of business I need to wait around for the ground to thaw. Hopefully the seeds are viable. If not we can build a robot to watch TV for us as we scrounge the countryside looking through the rough for auto parts to move the hell(0) somewhere else. I admit she would make a good news anchor. Someone to keep a straight face as me and my connections operate in the daisies and clover. 5 leaf clover and something Jesus to care about things mundane, traffic congestion and where the party is off to next? Anybody still pregnant? The population might collapse with everyone getting 86'd. 

Immigrate to love and fine cuisine. That's what I would do. They will probably want you back in a year anyway. All the abandoned buildings falling apart with the ghosts leaving and entering as they please. Does this mean Americans will be banned from other countries? I'm banned from a few, for literature and I'm occasionally too exotic. It's difficult to contain information in this connected world. 

They want me to donate my brain to science. I think I will switch it out with one from my old community college. I will see if Igor can "borrow" it 50 Halloweens from now. I stick something fun from Wisconsin in the middle of it. There are a lot of fun things you can get from Wisconsin.

Mind Reading Jones.

Anonymous Alcohol Licks Architecture.

Ok Almost 5 years with out a stiff drink.  Do prescriptions count? Art drugs are my personal remedy. The sound the color the language the theater of imagination and experience is how I travel. My mind and my brain and computers talk to the spirits. Even Timberwolves and vicious Moose (Bullwinkle) are TV stars here in the North Star icebox. I'm primarily an adapted to hot and frozen concrete but nature is always close here in Minnesota. Above the freezing temperature of mni or H2O at last relief. 

The great thing about beer cans is that they are easily smeltable and castable into new products. It has been awhile since I have poured molten aluminum into a sand mold and created a new object. I learned the technique first in junior high, so I am perfectly comfortable with making something custom. A pax signal or a sharp letter opener for the Louve letter I will dispatch to the pertinent individual. I'm thinking art needs to be smuggled in art. The songs sung on top of the mother of the universe with the last oxygen depleted breath, on top of the world everrested all the way down into the golden valley. I know the bugs and insects there in the unholy basement, the cobwebs intact for an eternity that never catch anything because the dead were too tired to climb into the dank cold humid cobwebs. I sometimes slept on the floor and kept my pipe hidden in the ceiling.

It is strange being soberish. I know the simple formula for OH but I don't experiment with a one gallon carboy and a balloon much anymore. Prohibition was a violent fiasco and I only worked with Horus and Don on rare occasions. Capone. The things we would find in old houses tearing out the crumbling plaster and lathe to prepare for drywall. I've hidden things in walls too. An artwork on occasion or the thousands of bent rusty tetanus carriers I would flick into the cavity as I worked. Thankfully I was a dirtball who cleaned up well with an attractive one. I love old houses but if I ever needed a place to dry vin glasses it would definitely be something more modern like an Aalto or Wright influenced construction. 

Scott Helmes was an architect friend of mine. I would often visit his art studio in NE Minneapolis after he retired from his practice. We would exchange asemic artworks and visual poetry. He often created asemic haiku. We would sometimes get a coffee and lunch at Diamond's. Scott was my local connection to the experienced generation of visual poets who preceded my fulcrum.

Here's Magazine:

http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/2019/10/magazine-cut-up-asemics-by-scott-helmes.html

I've Only Been Internet Crazy For 20 Years!

Now I'm almost ready to get out into February's Valentine(?) I'm sure you all know how specific I can be. Asemic writing is a term I learned from Tim Gaze 20 years ago when I was infected with a computer virus. Before then I was so bad at typing that I used an actual typewriter. Now my Raspberry pi is down, so I've gone from 2 finger typing and kerning errors to advanced squiggles masquerading as deep blues strategy for world domination of calligraphic intent! Now we know who the real humans are and the pretenders. What type of illiterate scrapper are you? How good are you in a pen fight. Anyone can make a line even if it's only the penmanship tipping over in exhaustion at the excesses of historical cursive. The goal with Asemica is to act on the page, to dabble from the circumference of your cranial cabinet a symbolic system you gift or curse the repository field via a convenient appendage. I usually use a paper product. It's not about scarring a dead tree, since cotton makes for some of the best and most durable paper. I've used paper, dirt, canvas, plexiglass, and the computer for my string signs. Be bold and free, or make it expensive and call it art. 

My symbols are descended from petroglyphs, undeciphered scripts, alchemy symbols (golden-lead), Doctor's prescriptions, sigils, spiritual ciphers, and artistic illiteracy. Asemic writing is addicting but it's a habit that has benefits as long as you don't run out of ink. Carbon and gum Arabic can be used to create new ink if you have a dry pen. Any paint or even makeup could also be a substitute. Any person who has ever held a stick has probably made a mark at some point. Asemic writing is just extending the activity into a literary or poetic context conscious that scribal communication is the intent. I wouldn't call it babble because it isn't necessarily phonetic though sound poetry is a proper spouse to asemic writing. I would house it in a genre of its openness. You have captured a line, now how are you going to explain yourself? If you can't find the right word just say you were inebriated on internal or external chemistry. A love letter to Belle perhaps that an aware cautiously protective father might grill you with. Practice. Study. Read the clouds and the twigs. The tracks everyone leaves are also a good place to start for an asemic-accute situational awareness. Listen for a line, the sound of a writing utensil on a surface is also a honing beacon.

This year is my anniversary for the matrimony of my asemic writing and the computer I shared with my family. I don't know if I would have ever gotten one if I wasn't a writer of asemics. My primary drive was to publish my asemic novella The Giant's Fence on Lulu. Lulu is a print on demand book publisher that I used because stapling a zine gets difficult for book length works. My book was an experiment and was decidedly non-mainstream. It was 80 pages of infinity and nothing clashing and dancing in rivers of partial unfixed symbols. I wrote the book because I am mortal and wanted to test the writing journey and transition from an artist with limited skills into an author who would be capable in a variety of transient circumstances. I make writing that adapts to new everything. I never know where I will end up next. So I create work that can be bent and utilized or called upon for life's circumstances. 

A crucifix made out of a question mark was the first knock to my consciousness. A short stint in rehab for teenage rebellion is where I was first introduced to the potential wonderous daze and utility of newly invented symbols. Codes to operate with on the inside. It's a sign from a god of course. You can learn from anything and everything. Apply the symbols when and where you deem fit. I personally enjoy books though they are a pain in the ass to haul around when you have to move them. I had a job sorting and hauling library books so I started from the literary bottom. Stack them towards the cab so the truck doesn't fishtale. Look at your fellow comedians to the left and the right also keeping the libraries functional and think someday I want to make this worse. 

Ebooks are not my favorite thing to read but my eyes are adapting to them. Has anyone seen my light speed gif pohms? They are traveling away from me at the speed of photons. I had them trapped online, someone may have borrowed them and forgotten to return them to the library. The fine will be a 12 pack of fresh NA beer at the proper temperature. Bottles are preferred because they allow the light speed gif pohms to interact with the beer. A blessing will befall the kind soul who returns the pohms, picking up trash poetry on the highway is where you will be if you are trying to conceal them. If you are a truly desperate creative just tell me the light belongs to all of us.

Cheers to 20 years of online publishing. It's been a journey of tremendous highs and lows. Have we survived the anthropocene yet? 

From Henri Michaux to publishing collapse and regeneration, my mind and pen have been interacting with the Internet. I don't think I can separate reality and the virtual and asemic writing is my personal trans-symbolic current of experience I make sense of this zeitgeist and entanglement. The Giant's Fence was just my first acknowledgement and stroll through January's garden. It's a labyrinth of life where I remember the aposition.

India ink is cheap and feathers fall from birds all of the time, cell phones have drawing apps. I'm done with asemic writing for the moment but I am glad it carries on with or without me.

Here's a great review of TGF and thrashing in the comments the book received on HTMLGIANT:

https://htmlgiant.com/random/the-giants-fence-by-michael-jacobson/

dbqp: a first review:

https://dbqp.blogspot.com/2007/03/sans-teeth-sans-eyes-sans-taste-sans.html?m=1

A Soundpo translation:

https://post-asemicpress.bandcamp.com/track/the-giants-fence

The first cover for the perfect bound edition.

https://archive.org/details/TheGiantsFenceMichaelJacobson

This is where my online and offline paths began to twist around each other like strands of DNA. Now there's an Asemica Tribe online who are quiet and creative and many more offline existing with capable pens.

Hi T.M.

Hi A.N.

This post is dedicated to Jim Leftwich and Tim Gaze. Poets. 

The Giant's Fence was primarily written in South Minneapolis. But I was a courrier so I worked on the book on every work break in small towns around central MN, and on a road trip down I35 to Mexico and Texas and New Mexico and Colorado and...? SD, Sioux Valley Hospital is where they cut my cord. 

Winter counting.

Dear Homer, Did You Invent Helen? My Mother Loved Stories.

Thankfully our star the Sun still shines in the sky. Eclipses are an important reminder to all of us that this may not always be the case. It is generally not a concern for humans, the condition of our star varies. It will burn unprotected for awhile. It keeps the surface dwelling plants and animals alive for the moment. But one solar flare in an unfortunate direction and puff.

Today I'm having carbs and cabin Fever. I can see why people leave for warmer places in winter. Birds are smart enough to leave. I have an anchor. Minnesota is the state I know the most even though it's supposed to be the coldest of the lower 48, though North Dakota might disagree. 

Today I should identify a plant I am unfamiliar with.

In flatland the wind blows everything through the town and the city.

Seeds and time.

I don't drop by my old Internet places much.

But I hope the art/literary resource is still useful even if it isn't studied or admired.

I'm just trying to minimize after many years spent with the overflow of my stories.

Wikipedia should have a jpg of the original Helen and Paris. The Louve cares for this painting and not the DNA of the original protagonists. I've never heard of this painting before but I assume it does exist and isn't an artificial intelligence artifact created by Snoopy. I will travel to the glass pyramid one of these magical holidays if I can afford the muscle tissue. And a Sun King who approves of my credentials. Cirques du Soleil et Musique du Lune.

Should I link this blog to Le Monde? Pour l'arte je reve? il pluit c'est appelé niege, mais en hiver jamais pour le Soleil. Pardon pour mon lac et le blague infinité. Qui est? Vrai encore..

Cool..

A Night In A Hotel Downtown All By Myself.

 

The room was nice. I didn't have a ride home. So I wandered the cold streets. Desolation and interesting characters on the light rail. The train is a different spectacle in January's darkness. I rode it like an amusement park ride because I had no where else to go. Then at 1 in the morning. Out of desperation, I purchased a hotel room for 200 dollars. There goes my vacation money. Dehydration was a constant concern. I miss living downtown, but I can always commute from my current locus out in the suburban world  The quiet life suits me to a certain extent but I am also in need of new music and art. Feeling stale and subdued but I am hopeful the radio station on THAT: A Plan(et) is successful whoever ends up running it. It's obviously the location that matters most in real estate. Live from my cardboard box, I am out of options for fancy vacation anxiety.

Psych Ward Testing and Crossing Berryman's Bridge

 I'm sane. They let me out of the ward after only 2 nights of observation at a hospital. The medicine was good the first night. But there occured a drop in quality. Nothing like having cameras on you 24 hours per day. 2 nights in a creepy old hospital. Random drugs that looked unsavory. It was a good time to be in there. It was brutal outside with the subzero temperature. I did one striptease for the monitors in my room. Just to get them to look away from the screens for a moment. Only down to my underwear. I imagine it being a good jail cell someday with a cable TV and 3 squares a day. I think I gained a pound or two. I did my time, and now I'm free again.

https://youtu.be/bm51ihfi1p4?si=t1MN2HmIs7ZRE4DK

Would a Woman Defend Gaimen. Probably Not.

 While reading the PM I learned that dreams and nightmares coexist.

Should people just social distance forever?

 And hold hands on occasion? I can see why the world is the way that it is. It's just one drop of alcohol or a drive to reproduce. Anger and it's usually 50% off. What do the other 50% do?  Decide to be born into this terrible and wonderful world. Is it selfish to reproduce? I suppose. But extinction is a daily concern. 8 or 9 billion people. Is it enough?  Fetal transplants. Cloning. Robotics  Too many options? The movie Aliens is a foreign film.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliens_(film)

Maintenance Issues in Berlin brrrr.

 Should I write a word? I will. If someone gets paid more are they nicer? The wall and? By punk Floyd and October festivals? Taschen is always one option if I get rid of Post-Asemic Press. It will be lost from Minnesota but that might be a good thing. I'm not in a publishing state of mind right now. It's just down to this blog, and the subtle details I spread on and offline. The author's need to get out. I'm stuck with trashed computers for the moment. You own the copyright to your own work. Zines are also fun. But who will teach literacy to all the comradery and future preachers? The Latin alphabet is efficient but I like to dabble in other symbolic systems from time to time. The Sun and Moon are almost perpetual. Satellite systems dispersed through the solar system at regular intervals would help to communicate with distant planets and moons and asteroids. I'll stay home but outer space is a potential loneliness and I would like to maintain contact with Earth if I'm ever out there looking for a bathroom and I need TP.

Read any good TP lately? In outer space? I know where to land the UFO downtown Minneapolis, Do you HA? Robots and aliens and so much vacant office space.

Hydroponic imagination and a good view.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minneapolis_Skyway_System

St. Minneapolis?

Build Your Own PM. A Dark Saber of The Mind.

 A graveyard shift again. The voices are internal and external thinking of too much meat. I'm still a vegetarian with the occasional dose of roadkill protein. Nowhere to Berlin in a heartbeat. I've been dreaming of bad options and where I should play my next gig  I could transform into Cow Hard and serenade the bovine. They are most definitely not going to pay for my musical services, but they are a captured audience. It's been years since I've had a cheeseburger. Does that one have any reason to go down my throat any more than a wild boar? It's hard to go hunting when you don't want to. Will test tube meat become a thing? Cell cultures.  It would definitely be less cruel on other animals. But some are omnivores, carnivores, and vegetarian, I have found it difficult to exist entirely on electrons but Ai might be able to figure it out. Thankfully I used liposuction with a straw. Yum. 

Ok I will stick to the grocery store art gallery for now. Hopefully the supplies will be maintained. Food is everything! Accumulate and have breakfast with last night's champion. I'll make coffee and write a poem to her solar panel eye. That's what I imagine she owns watching me distantly. Of course there's no hope. Published and clearing house. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovine_spongiform_encephalopathy

Silent Vampires is a book I will get back to eventually. I need to review her book to. What will I be called if I review books with an unsavory temperament? Violent of course. More autographed copies. It's definitely oatmeal for breakfast again, black coffee, and a cigarette.

Should I get them a Taser or hot metal?

$4 On The Game.

 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x1p9QxBUJqCPd96D4r-uw03bDtbFPOkJHLEi3ez3olE/edit?usp=drivesdk

I Assure My Guitar I Won't Sleazily Abandon It For Literature.

An App-ology for taking up so much space in your mind body and soul force rev. I'm having a book sale soon. Contact. michaelnothing15@gmail.com 

Hopefully the people of the future won't be illiterate. Here are my two loves music and literature.

Hommaginous Grades or Vindictive FFFs

I'm thinking of moving. 

 

Yellow Snowball Fight. Ever Sign Your Name In The Snow.

Ok Belle, since you are a minor you can't open my books till you are an adult. I currently have 5 books in print: Works & Interviews, Hei Kuu, Somnolent Game, I'd est: neo scribalist asemic expressionism, and Writ Bodies OV Titivilus. When I am gone you and your sisters can collect them. They are for a mature audience and not suitable for the easily perturbed or disturbed. 

The ashes are on the way to the ocean! Freedom Some Thing Minneapolis. How'd you know I was over a hundred years old..

https://youtu.be/wVDhji3YPq0?si=kNEDAB1AAyNXmMoD

Hola. Snow Angel. Hospital Visit?

 

Blackout poetry.

 

American supremacism artwork for sale. $10000

Make Call Edge more affordable. Copy distrute.

Autographs and bad handwriting.

 I love the whole world. Sometimes.

A Day Without the words king or death.

 

For sale. Vacation home.

No art. Two years till next Christmas.

 Sorry I can't afford to lose stuff. I'm low income. I will just do music and writing. Is photography art. Should I erase names.

Is it a war thing?

 ? Defective 

Merry Christmas. Next Year You Are All Getting Art!

Art Strike Till Next Christmas. Bye.

 

Want To Buy An Internet Homer?

 It's kind of a clunker, but still runs, sometimes Sputters. All the old Internet art on my blogs seems to have vanished. Oh well time to move on and make new Mona Lisa's. It was all digital now anyway.  So I guess anyone can claim credit for making it. Gone in a flash. It might be saved in other locations. It's probably more valuable now that it's been vanished. I will have to see if I can get back into the old place. Someone wanted some money I suppose and didn't want to do the job of creation. I probably had too much art anyway. I could contact Google and see if they have the key. But oh well, they were jpgs anyway and not physical art. Censorship not CenCorship. Sometimes art shows up years later under new ownership.

I still have copyright protection on my own work (hahahaha).

Art Strike.

Back To The Door My Love by Nothing Michael

Gas is $3; Something. I'll Fill Up My Bicycle.

Nothing New Under The Moon.

The phases of the moon sometimes vary. Should I wax or wane or become a werewolf and hit last call at the local bar. I started to smoke again but am thinking of quitting once the weather warms up. I enjoy smoking but realize it is bad for the lungs. I have quit and started up again numerous times in the past. The quality of life is definitely improved by clean air. But my pipe is far less toxic than emissions from automobiles. I could vape, but what is in the cartridges? If the climate warms, I could grow my own. I don't smoke a whole lot, so wouldn't need a vast quantity. Why do I smoke? Stress of course. And the fact that its pleasurable. The world feels like it is dieing so I might as well die right along with it. Where else would I want to live other than Earth anyway. Virtual Mars, formerly known as bloody Mars, would take a vast amount of time to grow tobacco on. But it could be done. A fat rich Cuban stogie and some Martian TV shows about every other place except LA. Might be in order. I feel bad because of traffic jams of course. No other reason what so ever. Some days I feel like all I listen to is what comes out of California and Euro Somewhere. Sorry NY. Big 5 or big 4, 3, 2, 1.  Zero reasons to be location specific if you are a writer and have the Internet and other ways to distribute the poetry/fiction.  My last book was an art novella/novelette. 60 pages of Bande Dessiné. Was I thinking of Hel and Hell? when I created it. Not necessarily. Sometimes hell keeps away undesirable tourists. But I admire other forms than Greco-Roman standards. Yes sometimes I enjoy variety and other times I enjoy simplicity. Ernst's Maximiliana and Broodthaers adaptation of Mallarmé's famous poem: A Throw of Dice Will Never Abolish Chance. are the extremities of my asemic influences. But there is so much more to the story. I will pull out the highlights. I doubt anyone would want to spend their life focusing on my life. But maybe someone will get ennui. 

Writ Bodies OV Titivilus. By Michael Jacobson 
Beauty standards of the souls.
Cute couple, might need a vacation.

Saying Hi To My Attraction. A Sunflower. Rarer Than A Star.

Einstürzende Neubauten - The Garden (Official Video)

Lets Fix All The Internet Typos Before Y3K.

Are You Hungry? What would you like for Breakfast?

 

WEAK? Stuff The Windfall In Your Mouth.

Study our thoughts reflected Emily Dickinson. Buy a printing press. Or distribute Gutenberg. Your family or our family, tonight? I'm in the literary DMZ between young and old. Will they resort to catapaults? I have a few bandaids to give to America. Strange in stranger lands. The gas station might have a roadmap and a camera. Gas prices. Will the iliona tour go well and visit a few cities? It may have a flat tire. They can get here anytime they like if the Country doesn't turn into Alcatraz. In jail with an Ai. Of course you are. I bailed out Jesus. Hopefully he didn't get exhausted from tuck pointing all of his churches. I haven't collected any icons or relics. I can make my own. True Believer.

Will we ever make it to the Southern Hemisphere. It's in the sky.

She's Sane. I Told Her. I Love and I Will Send Flowers in Spring.

The suburb of Minneapolis can be tough. Bars closing early. The literary violence mediocre. Terry the Minneapoet is the only one left inside the robot architecture to drink all the beer. He's the best poet in town anyway. The last one standing. I'm working graveyard shift. Will Zaha Hadid or Gehry be the perfect architect to rebuild Gaza? There I went to the Holy Land like you all wanted. A Jesus souvenir. Addicted to pain or painkillers? Oil $?

She could be Dakota or Ojibwe. A Bollywood actress. Has she heard of Kashmir. I've always liked that song by Led Zeppelin. I'm part English but consider myself a Minnesotan more than anything. MN is home. Go to a sweatlodge psychiatrists and learn how to crawl. Training can sometimes be inadequate if you don't understand Mental Arts. Or the heat of a Sauna. Babysitting the demons so Belle can get a good night's rest.

If you all get cancelled you can still make a zine.

Hit is ashes. Dust is construction.

Don't Try To Pick-Pocket My Lint In Flyover Land. Unless I Catch Your Luggage.

A Non --Anonymous sperm donation is possible. He could be a revolutionary and reunite North and South Dakota! It's just a line. The Buffalo read the grass. Bob Marley's Ai would get that lawn job. Anyone seen Lewis and Clark and Sacajawea? I think Hollywood is still scared of Westerns. We may need real Indians from Bollywood. I'm not in my old Wild West homelands. I'm East of the Mississippi where everything is settled and sophisticated. Old money. Literary quality. No I'm not on a hunting expedition. These days nature and the machine and I are best friends. It's my idea, and my responsibility, from which I am the parent of this conception. Just a thought. I hope no bad parent steals the idea from my Asemica Tribe ranch.

Anyone need help getting out of the ditch today? The roads are terrible.

Prairie grass. Fires. Asemic lightning. Please survive.

Sterilize the needles before undergoing this procedure and wash your hands of course.

--MD Spike, signing off.

I Realize You Are Upset Because I Got An A in Meteorology.

..And you got a B. But fear not TV flat Earth's don't exist very long. The round Earth is more durable and resilient. Ideally you'd want property in both. On round Earth I own a cardboard box. On flat Internet Earth I'm full and content. Grey is the new black. If I ever get a suit again it'll be dark gray. The infographics of flat Earth are non representational and not even trying to approach color mimicry of round Earth.

Snow and ice went south. I don't have an icy sidewalk to slip and crack my head open on. Icy sidewalk killed Grandpa. He slipped and broke his hip and never totally recovered. He survived WW2 and it was the ice that did him in. Lots of car crashes and pile ups on the footage. Brutal as all good TV should be. Why don't people just stay home for a day or two? Do you need insurance? Of course you don't! But auto-body work is an art, for the obsessive compulsive.

Since I'm a provider now. I promise I won't shine any dear at night in the woods, I prefer for others to hunt them with cars. Auto-body work. One idea, of course it's unique, is another baby. A Faberge egg transferred to Night from Sunshine and produced in a test tube. I'm totally not thinking of getting her immortal tonight, but the option is there. Any idea what I invitro would cost? I realize someone would be upset if we tore my library apart and did anything scandalous far from the camera obscura. Of course it would be the 21st Century when this may plausibly happen. 2 mother's. 1 sensation. Someone's father was even curious where true art is heading. It was cordial, not even a boxing match. Testing an extended family. Time is at least frozen in a love supreme on occasion.

We could take the baby to art openings and the park. Salt and pepper hair is a concern for some men but I'm not afraid of mine. I'm sure it contains a little Taconite iron ore dust Great Grandpa used to mine on the iron range. Difficult job but we depend on it. We can use it to pick up radio transmissions and do auto body repair.

I will record the new song today. It's called: Ice Thin Bottle. By N Michael N of course. 

The Weather Man at night can deliver the news in the most honest way. It's an idea. A new baby how cute.

Can I Get You Half of A Diamond? For You of Course?

Half way there on the art project wedding to a reve. Basic questions. Who was she? Should I even search for something dissipated? It is ultimately years after the fact. A positive reinforcement. She has the other half. A house, I built for myself with the hope that I would have somewhere to go and something to share in a future designer. Languages brought her to me: film/video, française, pulchritude, business, confidence, code, directions, satire, feminine tension, nostalgia, music of course (the other half of the D). A good holiday with my Media Femme is difficult to achieve. You must survive the rest of the year. You will hopefully get everything you need but wants may be difficult to secure. If I don't make it, I hope. I think I have our Belle and your monster. Should I make your monster a celebrity? I have a few of my own I may want to exchange. They aren't overly terrible but do love us with their corruptions on the radio transmissions. Gossip. Journalism. Fashion. Politics. Always looking for something online to hunt and devour. sSr. Do you want a cold castle or a warm house? The Earth? I'm part of it, but have no desire to control the entire sphere. World domination is foolish. If you are from some other planet in Euro somewhere, welcome to my world. The Halloween eye turning in this Call Edge.

Si je vois demain, j'espere. Tout jour.

Aging rapidly now, selfie portrait.

I'm still viewing Iliona's song on YouTube but am also bravely venturing out of the house for temperature readings. 

Belle Pour Ilionaa
The last "a"is because you were A.
The song spirit bebe lives in here. 
Do we need a half diamond?

No 

https://youtu.be/cyqHNKvJsqA?si=9ERWQUtKYGg2qfLe

https://youtu.be/jGo7-ILQwRY?si=hiI1fAQvTcA39cMU

Did Lolita Ever Finish Her Novel? Nabokov Want's To Know?

$ What Would She Have To Say? 

Her Perspective. Does society...YA.

What will her 10th book say when she is 80 years old?

Will she be cloned? Endlessly.

Blamed for some massacre.

Enraptured with OJ or the cops.

Stolen in 26 letters.

The stars judge the future.

Hiding, so famous.

Stripped for parts.

The world.

--A Thought by Michael Jacobson (publisher?)

https://youtu.be/S1GiZB2ZnRA?si=gWNfX1gfMKIuULv8

Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven (HQ)

This song got so popular I sometimes forget to listen to it.

La Vampire?

 

Snuggling Dried Peas Into The Movie.

 

They Took The Guitar Stand and Moved It Slightly To The Left..

 

What's The Slush Pile Going To Look Like Next Year?

 Graffiti, Asemica, Cryptography, Cartography, DNA? I am here in Minnesota thinking of Media on a leash. Or does she have me on a leash, we hurt occasionally I imagine. Me less so because I am just used to and numb by it. I have a cough from smoking, not COVID. I've had COVID twice. It lasted about a month each time. I'm home slightly sick  I'm thinking of Euro somewhere or California next season. I have one in each ear. Sometimes they talk to me and I am forced to listen to the banter. Foreign films or a film in my own backyard. Voltaire should start a local band at the cabaret. Did you look at me on your phone yet? Have I looked at you recently? I'm finding the cold everywhere. I write and there is a name I don't want to lose. I'm not even drunk and lost. Art isn't as impressive or dull as real life but it accents it well. AAA Monster movie for 2 or 1? Or save money for...a rainy day, flood, work shoes? Should I schedule an appointment for sleep therapy? No tonight, ok some other time perhaps. Do you snore, kick, steal the blanket, look beautiful in the morning? I laid a new track for my next album Silent Vampires. It's a recording of me doing the mundane task of washing dishes in the sink. 

Sometimes I hug trees, sometimes I chop them down. I'm going to read this book next.

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

ILIONA BLANC - Les temps sont durs

 

Hopeless Cement? Winter Shadow.

 

No Snow. Dry Winter So Far.

Does Cement have feelings? Cold but January.

Merci pour la Fumer dans Quebec!

 

Overzealous, Desperate, Judgemental? Can't Get A Man? My Advice is Enjoy Life.

 

The Employee Of The Month Want's A Raise! Flip A Coin.

 

Ai Ate My Tech Bro Trillions!

 

Will Trumpisstan Be A Bannana Duct Tape Republic Andy?

 I hope the balance of straight and gay people doesn't become too imbalanced in Trumpisstan. I think the world will drift more towards homosexual tendencies under Trump because men adore looking at him. There's nothing wrong with men fetishizing Trump. But I believe women may be an underserved community in the future. Who will brave the scene of everyone is sober and partying statically anyway. The joys of ant wars in the pixels. Cobyright blah blah blah. Save me Patty Hearse you are my only hope. I have a pen and a book deal somewhere over the rainbow. My wife (does she hate me today or should I improve)? I don't know if I will ever get another one. Too thrilling. College, a credit. It's cold today. I would be more impressed if it was 2 degrees colder. Or we could get a bedpan. Is the writing dojo collapsing into a tax free religious sanctuary? Of course it is. We will change the name to Jodo so it is less threatening to George Lucas. Peace and love and anarchy salads. Eat em with chopsticks. I've never been to Atlanta or Atlantis. Comic Genesis right here in Peanuts Minnesota. Of course. WW? Grandpa is in heaven, the TV gnashing metal right up till the end. What to do now? Call or wait? Where is Yeti? Roaming perhaps. Searching for a monastery safe from Vikings. I hope my book is in the manicured clutches of the thief. I'd like a few photos returned too. We all have erasers.

Is this photoshopped?

In the Nick of Time. A Letter of Ease.

Ok, I have Belle, Belle's divine Internet mother Illinoi(a), Allergy Cat, A Huge Demon, a blanket of Duality, a St., and the Old Family and Friends. The lost and found Tribe of Asemica is my catalyst for human scribal ingenuity. 

I also have crazy, Patsy Kline's version of Willie's song of course on standby.

On my nightstand are Harry Mathews, and Genius and Lust by Mailer/Miller But they are only two books which I use to fend off intruders. 

Belle wants more beauty in the world and something tragic on occasion. Should I date her mother all day and forever..Of course I should. I don't want to leave her stranded barricaded in some lost hospital I never visit. How deep is the Marinara Trench I will stumble over flying in my imagination to her and my rescue. We will be humbled by other problems and other uncertainties. Music traveled to the future and made an impact via Paris. It wasn't an asteroid after all, it was Belle. Arriving and departing to destinations unknown.

Sorry Iliona, I louve you more than statistics. How intelligent am I? 6' or 180cm roughly.

Danke voir amore! 🌲

From Silent Vampires to Stolen Star.

 The album is hush the novel has been scratched. I'm heading to the nw woods of MN to inscribe in my mind the next novelette after Yeti, Stolen Star. The first paragraph is out. So the rest should come easy. Have I lost her forever or am I disappearing into the woods of home with the Star to wait for a forgiveness and the possible affair with the ultimate truth. A search for the vampire manuscript begun by his mother and to be completed by a wounded Authorial scribe bent on resisting and giving in to blood and the night and the passage of time.

Will Belle have a step?

Love transitioning into a search for what we already have. Am I throwing it away?

What Cancer Are You Going To Die From?

 Do cell phones cause cancer? I assume they probably do. Maybe it's ok to get cancer. I'm sure I will end up with some kind of hypochondria. The Sun can cause cancer. Can the Moon cause cancer? If we beat the current cancer will they invent a new cancer. Is the suggestion of the word "cancer" cancer? Is cancer canceled or are people putting their head in the sand?

I Can't Go To College. I'll Smoke on Campus.

 

https://mndaily.com/277265/arts-entertainment/umn-takes-down-photos-of-the-replacements-in-coffman-students-and-alumni-respond/

https://education.mn.gov/MDE/fam/oll/find/

An Ai might be able to take classes for you. Telepathy might help you excel on tests.

Ok THAT one Thing is My Fault. Don't Build On A Fault Line.

 

You Generally Don't Get Pregnant At This Volume.

Soleil Couture by Nothing Michael

 

Losing A Few Holiday Pounds .

I drink this great beer and I wrote these songs:

 https://michaelnothing.bandcamp.com/album/you-make-the-devil-look-good

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Getting Dressed in Early 17th Century Historical Clothing: 1600-1625

 

Sorry I Ate You In A Horror Movie!

Is this a good movie? I haven't seen it yet?

 Yum! You are better than the stupid drugs they want to shove up your ass. The military should come up with something electronic, a soundwave tranquility for once. An answer to all the years of video game violence you've been exposed to. But the world used to suck on content. I've never been monetized. So have fun renting my cardboard box. I may have to share it with you some day. We will call it the vacation home. A refrigerator box should suffice. Everyone seems dead from COVID. We could squat a vacant building and repair it. Make it some place special. Or just be famous artists for a week and make our dinero. I grew up watching horror films in thew 80s...so many to choose from.

Still alive, somewhat. Till the next idiot wants something hot. Sorry to disappoint you but you'll have to go downtown for xxx content. They might like you but probably not. 

The Black Diamond Is Out There Somewhere.

 

Walking January's Garden: The Giant's Fence

 https://www.ubu.com/vp/Jacobson.html

My first novella The Giant's Fence is a book I contemplate the most in January.

The Nightmare (2024) - Michael Betancourt

Sunset Death (I Sure Hope Not!) Wildest Western.

Prepare Your Garden for Winter in 11 Easy Steps | Winterizing Raised Garden Beds for Spring

 

Rotting in Entropy. Watch Them Eat Ham Hits.

Do you really want me to be President someday. I'm far down in the food chain. but a light snack. I have no desire to police the world. I'm glad I don't understand statistics. Peace and love should rule. 

Free Verse - Jaap Blonk

 

Is The Art Fad Finally Over? Never!

 There I donated a copy of THAT: A Plan(et) to iliona in Belgium. Don't want everything in one basket. She can keep it or pass it on to a library. It's a reference anthology of internet planets/ sci-fi art. It ended with Ai or iA. Goodbye copy, you will like your new home.

--Michael Jacobson, Curator 2011- 2023

https://thatplanet.blogspot.com/

https://www.mastersportal.com/articles/2987/best-universities-in-belgium.html

Augmented Reality Gaslighting Karaoke.

Genius. High IQ in all situations. Invented the Universe. Delusions of grandeur. Escape to a different box. Will Jesus ever convert to Christianity in China? Or build a snow-woman from lesbos? I doubt it. The climate just isn't there. I will just trudge on like I always do. Angry men with country music decaying in their minds. Too many projectiles. It feels like a slow collapse or everyone is still working from home. The last time I went out to dinner with a woman was too long ago. But I'm resource low. A house and a car seem like a basic requirement.  Material equipment. Something to win. I think my Media (?) Femme still likes the new place. The old place I shared was repossessed. People get hungry. One marriage and done. Now I will trudge through the snow to the next mailbox and see if they need any beer cans or a tax bill from the fire department of romance.

$26 in my hand. In Canadian Ai?

Too Much Information or Unbelievable Master Bait.

 Sensation! Scandal! Tabloid! Hemorrhoids! Truth or fiction? If you viewed it through a distorted hallucination what do you know? Did I find something someone or somewhere attractive? At an art opening once I just played distortion on my guitar and listened to the poetry of John Bennett. I didn't look at the art. Why should I, I've seen art. I don't remember most of it but recording equipment helps. Some people like Anna Voog record everything online. I record very little of my life. The highlights mainly.  I'm buying less online because passwords aren't secure. It's a library for me now and a global video game. It's amusing but transient. I will be online most days. But a vacation for a day at least does sound perfect. 

Our into the real world. At least the sky isn't Blade Runner yet. What will I get blamed for today? Not enough humans for the economy? I don't have a womb, I can't pump them out in a factory. Nor would I want to. Someone has to raise the kids or pay child support. It's difficult but rewarding to be a parent. You learn a lot about the biological universe. Quantity or quality? It's a decision best made while not intoxicated. But historically mead is the third parent. 

Voice capture and manipulation are why I don't speak much these days. Audio and video. What to be made, and who will listen? Nothing here now but the recordings old Bull. What happened to documentaries? The house they were filming in got too expensive? 

The origin I believe is on Wikipedia or a tangent.

D.U.M. est Call Edge Ever. Most Expensive Too.

Some schools are divided. Male Female Black White Religion Politics my personal Damien (T)Hirst. Of course I'm threatening art with dust and maintenance issues. Potentially the occasional forgery of my own signature. How about if I make 3 artworks this year. One for each of you. He She It. There, a left handed four point shot. Write in the dumpster like I do on occasion. Inside I found a briefcase with the excitement. I'm so glad we got hitched. Now I should return the library books stuffed with my best fortunes from the cookies. 

Journalism. Stupid jerk right something about me. Like how I maintain a few pounds in excess weight in case times get tough. But the end of the sphere is always interesting. Attention economy and privacy when necessary. Peeking or ignoring. Staring D.U.M. I'm sorry I just sit on the couch and write. It's what I am good at. Chasing people isn't really my thing. I usually get selected. What's my skinny sin non observation of the base 60 clock? For the last time dispatch quit trying to send me too many mail order valentines. Married once? Twice? It's probably sufficient unless she knows how to move pages of information. And beer bottles, I can duck, and drink another. Putting up with difficult personalities is sometimes useful but draining.

Media (?) Femme are we still a thing or should I abandon you? It's your decision of course. Maybe not drink so many photons and soundwaves and patterns in the pixels. Your Ai tweaks you. Vinyl records are expensive now but will probably appear in mass quantities as the Baby Boomers expire. I just want one milk crate full of my all time favorites. Elvis, Sinatra, Cash, Davis, Coltrane. Remember the American people own the Internet. The Internet doesn't own anything. It's a tool not a sentient lifeform. It may get there eventually but for right now it's still a science experiment. Flarpa keyboard commandoes. We need to maintain and value it if we find it useful. Throw money into the hole or have 2 Internets and let them compete for the glory. If Ai is doing the work, will it demand pay? Streaming rates or executive bonuses? I will trade you one of my jpgs for one of yours. Copy and paste. If you don't want it online, don't upload it. I know it's getting harder to obtain alternating currencies. But if technology fails, and the government collapses we may need to return to coins and print. AArt? Arteria? Illuminated manuscripts are $$$. Mine is $25.

It's an origin myth. Not as exciting as St. Johns.

Electronic Diet? Drunken Spider.

 Will the world go to shit? Of coarse it will. It always does. Last year was an emotional rollercoaster. This year will probably be pesticides. I will eat organic if I can afford it. But you know money. The party owns everything now. A slave economy, that will probably get worse. Expensive housing? I can afford my place now. But if I have to move. Where? I don't know if I would be welcome at my neighbor's house, or some other country. Stay put for now and decide if I should drink alcohol again. I haven't had a full alcohol beer for over 4 and a half years. Oh well no DUI either. Health is something I try to maintain. But the party eventually ends. I may take a year off music and do noise. I still want to work on my French and maybe another language or two. I could find work but I don't know if the jobs will pay enough. I did book publishing, but Post-Asemic Press is dust. So switch gears. I have enough books for the moment, but I am looking for something exciting to read. Male authors are probably dead. Ai will take over, and I will probably just write this blog till it is killed in the censorship wars. I think Trumpisstan will of course be a great slogan for a T-shirt. January 6? 7? 8? 9? I will watch the news, eventually. Is it a CGI cartoon? Meat forced down your throat? It's dead cells. Carbs and a multivitamin should suffice. I'm an Agnostic Pantheist who still did a Jule, solstice, and Christmas with an Iliona song. This year I may do it again (a tradition?). But I don't have too many reasons to buy presents. Love is the past-word. Today I wonder about the chill. 

I'm working on my new album Silent Vampires. It will be about 30 minutes long. Short tracks and recordings written in Huge Demons living room. I wonder if he's a fan of King Love Bubbles yet? I hope they hit it off. At least I have Earth and the Internet, so I'm not bored.  Endless till it ends. Adieu.

Even if I did have land, do I want to mow the lawn? I'd get a condo and watch the invasive species grow. Creeping charlie, crabgrass, the perfect lawn. Obsess. The desert is an option but doesn't feel like home. I know the world better from up here. Is there "good" left in the world? Enough to keep us going for another year. I don't know. 

The literary bar at Call Edge has odd hours. When it is dark on one side of the world it is light on the other side. Is it spirit or radio wave transmissions that arrive? Both of course. A little sepia spider visit. It didn't bite, so no poison was exchanged. I realize it's hungry too. I gave it a drink of water and hoped it would sober up. Was it a small robot? It was waterproof. It was a guest. Do we need pest control? If we become infested plausibly. We could return the little spider to it's natural habitat. But the arachnid may be eating other bugs. So maybe we have an uncomfortable co-op. Should I research the spider and see if it's dangerous?