tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62752499556675965692024-03-05T23:26:14.029-05:00The Rental Today"If, at this point, one says, 'Yes! I do not discriminate between intention and non-intention," the splits, subject-object, art-life, etc., disappear, an identification has been made with the material, and actions are then those relevant to its nature, i.e.:"rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-31476088891277468342009-08-02T02:17:00.002-04:002009-08-02T02:24:57.311-04:00(x-h)^2 + (y-k)^2 = r^2The girls stand smoking outside of Baker Hall they stand<br />in a circle, as any three girls will, unless they stand <br />in a line. Nearby another slouches, watching. He imagines<br />three wizards, standing each on the side of a regular<br />triangle, with the regular number of sides. The stand also<br />in a circle, but the boy does not imagine the circle. Two<br />of the wizards are blue, the third both red and green. Only<br />one wears a robe. Each of the wizards remembers seven things,<br />and the three of them must fight, but have very weak arms.<br />Each, in turn, steals a memory from another, making it her<br />own. After three rounds, each a trip around the circle,<br />which wizard will silence a sob, and which cry out. For<br />which, from the information given, can it be determined that<br />this, all of this, can no longer be borne?rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-37930564515011755622008-08-26T02:15:00.003-04:002008-08-26T02:21:30.512-04:00Review of Secret-Muslim's Terre Haute Secret-Headquarters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lowculture.com/archives/images/cheney-secret.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lowculture.com/archives/images/cheney-secret.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />In a perfect world, we w-<br />ould not need the righte-<br />ous civs lessons of <i>Secr-<br />et-Muslim's Terre Haute <br />Secret-Headquarters</i>: the <br />film, with a non-white a-<br />ctor in a lead acting ro-<br />le, was so controversial <br />that it couldn't be film-<br />ed in the Deep South. Th-<br />e headquarters in questi-<br />on serves as a love nest, <br />a reckoning place and a <br />world apart from the one <br />a few thousand feet lowe-<br />r. They all make horrify-<br />ing discoveries. Sluggish<br />, uneven, and lacking in <br />rhythm, <i>Secret-Muslim's <br />Terre Haute Secret-Headq-<br />uarters</i> has enough pathos <br />and winning humor to ens-<br />ure national success (and <br />a share of foreign sales.)rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-24267862680016261772008-08-24T20:55:00.002-04:002008-08-24T20:58:40.497-04:00Review of A Computer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techchee.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/more-fun-to-biology-dissection-classes-turn-a-real-mouse-into-a-computer-mouse-171007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.techchee.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/more-fun-to-biology-dissection-classes-turn-a-real-mouse-into-a-computer-mouse-171007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br /><i>A Computer</i> is about the way violence<br />lurks just beneath the surface<br />of our day-to-day lives. It is never<br /></p><br /><p><br />explained why or how <i>A Computer</i><br />can persevere without aging <br />and change from a he into a she,<br /></p><br /><p><br />instilling itself with a subtle sense<br />of deception that can be somewhat<br />chilling. Awkard as the mix might<br /></p><br /><p><br />sound, <i>A Computer</i> ends up musing<br />perceptively on the American<br />dream of wanderlust and its <br /></p><br /><p><br />unintended consequences. It also<br />touches on some of the subtler<br />points of attraction: when we fall<br /></p><br /><p><br />for <i>A Computer</i>, how do we know<br />how much of response is <br />cerebral and how much is erotic?<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-22772082670838347562008-08-24T01:41:00.002-04:002008-08-24T01:45:41.564-04:00Review of 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVlY5YiYQNZFDXXjwrDD84azUr8s_F68KK3y46Abp7N7HUPjlivMP9DFHl_ndmlliRwwzZCh1-_tbbKxqsXOtmSeLZWo7s3ry5rgR4jbjIwF9WqVyXYEc9P9I_QVXBB4RGqlRxPAnCk0/s1600-h/oneworldwg8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVlY5YiYQNZFDXXjwrDD84azUr8s_F68KK3y46Abp7N7HUPjlivMP9DFHl_ndmlliRwwzZCh1-_tbbKxqsXOtmSeLZWo7s3ry5rgR4jbjIwF9WqVyXYEc9P9I_QVXBB4RGqlRxPAnCk0/s320/oneworldwg8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237955930168348834" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p><br />The 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing is about two remarkable women and their relationships with each other and with the men in their lives, the historical accuracy of which is practically nil. It has a couple of melodramatic turns, and the paternity revelation is delayed unconscionably, but viewers willing to buy into the premise might happily go along for the ride. For those who find it resistible, if not preposterous, however, The 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing proves a very long haul indeed, trapped on an exotic island where a variety of lunkheads are competing for $10 million. The prime contenstants are a nija princess, a pro wrestler, an an assasin-theif.<br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-35054237906055520472008-08-22T17:59:00.002-04:002008-08-22T18:02:25.919-04:00Review of The Secret Muslim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.africansurfer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/img_0098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.africansurfer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/img_0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br /><i>The Secret Muslim</i> is an enchanting anthem to loserdom, <br />with a smoldering confidence that takes your mind <br /></p><br /><p><br />off of her not-always fluid dancing (although she's a perfectly <br />fine hoofer, with majestic limbs and a commanding<br /></p><br /><p><br />cleavage). Both mythical and mundane -- a legend in the community <br />who is at the same time all-too-distressingly mortal, <br /></p><br /><p><br /><i>The Secret Muslim</i>'s origins are uncertain, perhaps connected <br />to aliens, but as the tale picks up steam<br /></p><br /><p><br />it makes no difference: nine people looking into the blackness<br />of space and seeing nine different things.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-89355528515393303522008-06-04T22:49:00.000-04:002008-06-04T22:51:25.956-04:00THE RENTAL TODAY PRESENTS: ANOTHER THINGThe white door that doesn't open isn't, and the ceiling's painted dark. The windows aren't open because they don't. On the other side of the door, another. What lives here. <br /><br />He stands one foot on the curb, one off, the collar of his jacket brushing against his thick neck. He itches in the old way. He seems to remember these pants having pockets, to remember having liked the hairs on the back of his hands brushing against the cotton. But anyway, there aren't any now. Shrugging, he walks anyway, hunching awkardly with every other step. He fidgets with his hands, reaching inevitably for the pack of cigarettes there's no way he brought with him, and itching in the new way as well. The road widens, the low brick sandwich shops and pawn shops giving way. The curb ends, and he stands flat on his feet, dust clinging to his soles. There are greens and browns, and a fox-colored blur, swallowed by the tall grass. Mostly he itches, and he was pretty sure there was a reason he was here. His eyes water, and there isn't a reason to fight it. It probably isn't why he made the walk, but usually it feels alright. He would give himself to it, the fetal-erotic, were it not for the small voice that says maybe this is the beginning of it all slipping away. The fat, sure, but you always lose muscle with it, and he has to conserve.<br /><br />So why not follow the fox. The grass brushes his face as he leaves the road, but it's only another itch, and itches aren't cumulative. He pushes them aside with white, unsteady hands, pausing to hike up the sleeves of his jacket, unbutton and roll up the sleeves of his shirt. He sweats, of course, brown and green, and sweats, and only comes out the other side when he's sure he won't. Another blur, and he breaks into a slow jog across the low, gentle grass, green only. This is quickly abandoned, but he smiles at himself for having down it, bending over to pull his slacks loose again around thick calves. "Thick, thick, thick," he thinks, panting for breath, and looks up in time to see the blur disappear.<br /><br />So he swaggers over to what he figures must be a hole, hands missing the pockets which aren't there. His tongue probes the empty space of a former tooth as he reaches it and looks down, sure enough, into a hole. Just a foxhole, though, not wide enough for like, a person. So he turns around, I guess?rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-41805681982637511662008-06-04T00:37:00.004-04:002008-06-04T00:42:15.498-04:00Review of C.J. Cregg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/bartletovaloffice/cast/allison2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/bartletovaloffice/cast/allison2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p><br />I'll never forget learning about C.J. Cregg for the first time. I went to see Ani in Central Park, and Cregg was the opening act. She came across - a buoyant hand-clapping breakdown, a madly apreggiated chorus - with sensitivity as well as poignancy, a product of her ostensibly otherworldly lyrics. But she was complaining about having to meet with a group called Cartographers for Social Equality, and wanted to know what mapmakers had to do with social equality. Uneasy rests the head that wears the crown, I guess.<br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-11964379581617985732008-06-03T18:17:00.002-04:002008-06-03T18:20:05.557-04:00Loratadine - A review by R. Hamilton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.3dchem.com/imagesofmolecules/Loratadine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.3dchem.com/imagesofmolecules/Loratadine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />We are in a world <br />where the seasons last <br />several years. Summer wanes, <br />and prognostica-<br /></p><br /><p><br />tions of doom are on-<br />ly enhanced by the <br />appearance in the <br />skies of a blazing <br /></p><br /><p><br />red comet, held as <br />omen both good and <br />evil by the mass-<br />es and the high hous-<br /></p><br /><p><br />es alike. Some deep <br />tones have started to <br />creep into the sound-<br />track, along with some <br /></p><br /><p><br />martial drums, and there <br />is a good chance your <br />favorite character <br />may get killed off in <br /></p><br /><p><br />some horrible fash-<br />ion. It's a bunch of <br />cars going fast a-<br />round an oval. There, <br /></p><br /><p><br />I'm done.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-54092878547592170872008-06-02T17:32:00.003-04:002008-06-02T17:36:10.090-04:00Review of The Procedure for Payment of Host Supervising Teachers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5335890,00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5335890,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />"All I can do is be me, whoever that is" - pretty much the <br /> gist of <i>The Procedure for Payment of Host Supervising Teachers,</i> <br />a classic, almost novel-length novella about a lecherous, <br /></p><br /><p><br /> asthmatic debt collector who is also a werewolf and who, with <br />his PI friend, finds himself hunting a killer who in turn hunts <br /> werewolves. Does the moral structure of the children’s story — <br /></p><br /><p><br />with its clearly marked poles of good and evil, its narrative <br /> of dispossession and vindication — illuminate the nature of <br />authoritarian rule? Or does <i>The Procedure for Payment of Host <br /></p><br /><p><br /> Supervising Teachers</i> reveal fascism as a terrible fairy tale <br />brought to life? (Whether anyone would rather see this than curl <br /> up on the sofa with the latest episode of <i>Slut Wars</i> is a question.) <br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-66904748461461874572008-05-26T19:58:00.003-04:002008-05-26T20:13:03.571-04:00Review of Summer Sweat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWk2DKeswhy-iGQiucw9MvGhyDj_sqr0kPaZwzop4WfLhyQtQV1WpGDc3ZcDvvhD3-_lTtnS1j2SCbb8yMsmrUwXEnYDEIBORU3WR8xb9QgZF1impyth0ax2HWN38K4-B6rTNpOcDAlw/s1600-h/fantastics+magazine+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWk2DKeswhy-iGQiucw9MvGhyDj_sqr0kPaZwzop4WfLhyQtQV1WpGDc3ZcDvvhD3-_lTtnS1j2SCbb8yMsmrUwXEnYDEIBORU3WR8xb9QgZF1impyth0ax2HWN38K4-B6rTNpOcDAlw/s320/fantastics+magazine+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204842068887248642" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />I have to admit to a certain reticence<br />when it comes to <i>Summer Sweat</i>;<br /></p><br /><p><br />following directions given by on-screen <br />indicators, a haunting trip <br /></p><br /><p><br />through the ruins of Chernobyl as a sniper <br />in ghillie-suit camouflage, but<br /></p><br /><p><br />anything with people actually singing "ba-pah-<br />pah" makes it hard not to sing along.<br /></p><br /><p><br />If this sounds grandiose, so is Summer Sweat:<br />no words to remember, no words to forget.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-53063645127659611622008-05-23T20:34:00.002-04:002008-05-23T20:37:52.826-04:00Review of Tooth Decay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_04/smoothieMOD2902_228x505.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_04/smoothieMOD2902_228x505.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br /><i>Tooth Decay</i> begins with an unsettling <br />story featuring a young boy recounting <br />ghost stories that revolve around such <br />diverse topics as unjust imprisonment, <br />racism, and suicide, to which Thoreau <br />tsk-tsks: "as if you could kill time <br />without injuring eternity." This is an <br />angst-filled game; a light-hearted <br />simulation of the horrors of high school,<br />like a wink in an instant message.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-31557649074769893392008-03-11T23:01:00.002-04:002008-03-11T23:03:38.598-04:00Review of Commercials For Debt Relief Programs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.interet-general.info/IMG/Rene-Preval-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.interet-general.info/IMG/Rene-Preval-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><p><br /><pre><br />Commercials for Debt Relief Programs will knock the breath out of you <br />are batshit poetry will even reveal a modicum of anger Commercials <br />for Debt Relief Programs are a risky, arrogant move<br />a feeling of the all thing a late-night a.m. radio haze<br />to the whole thing Commercials for Debt Relief Programs<br />are a special sensation at the centre of your body.<br /></pre><br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-22514678615949845662008-03-08T17:03:00.002-05:002008-03-08T17:05:29.788-05:00Review of The Escapist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sugarbombs.com/kavalier/escapist8_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.sugarbombs.com/kavalier/escapist8_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><pre><br /><p><br />Patience is a <br />virtue here, and <br />it's well rewarded. <br />An alumnus <br />of the battle, <br /></p><p><br />as well as Tennesee <br />Tech University, <br />where he majored <br />in psychology, <br /><i>The Escapist</i><br /></p><p><br />spends his best vitriol <br />on the business, <br />and when you look <br />at all those words <br />it is clear he <br /></p><p><br />used some of what <br />he learned. He is <br />a humane ironist, <br />a lustful romantic, <br />and a cheeky <br /></p><p><br />genre player! <br />Yeah, he's kind of <br />twee, but you don't <br />need to wear glasses <br />to see him or<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-3315380713698976952008-03-06T23:42:00.003-05:002008-03-06T23:47:06.024-05:00Review of Chronic Bronchitis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://academic.evergreen.edu/h/huyvin17/images/chronic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://academic.evergreen.edu/h/huyvin17/images/chronic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><p><br /><pre><br /><i>Chronic Bronchitis</i> (the name implies dexterity and <br /> flexibility) is the last installment in a trilogy <br />that began with an impossible bird. As such, it is obsessed <br /> with the hemorrhaging of time: many songs here find R. <br />Hamilton grasping at the stuff even as it spurts <br /> through his fingers. It's not nostalgia <br />that makes <i>Chronic Bronchitis</i> my favorite <br /> compilation of 2005, though: it's the thin black line; <br />a guide, both for the surgeon and the scalpel.<br /></pre><br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-84138199379606811512008-03-05T00:19:00.004-05:002008-03-05T00:29:20.048-05:00Review of Danny Noriega<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icons.imeem.com/DqBtke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://icons.imeem.com/DqBtke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I will feel so proud when the reckoning arrives.</span><br /></p><br /><p><br />If you happen to be <br />in a rock band and you <br />don't happen to be eith-<br /></p><p><br />er of the <i>Danny Nor-<br />iega</i>s it so sucks<br />to be you right now I <br />would've loved to have seen <br />the bottles and batt-<br /></p><p><br />eries thrown at him if <br />he passed by CBGBs<br />during a hardcore mat-<br /></p><p><br />inee circa nineteen-<br />ninety-one dressed like that <br />and parodying his <br />own style as he satir-<br />ized the country's foibles <br /></p><p><br />Sometimes we laugh sometimes <br />we cry but the rapid<br />beat of the heart remains<br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-69959661491589613872008-03-04T00:03:00.003-05:002008-03-05T00:25:53.181-05:00Review of Married Women Who Are Drunk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popnography.com/images/2007/05/16/jackiereunion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.popnography.com/images/2007/05/16/jackiereunion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><p><br />Poet, novelist, Buddhist monk, renowned ladies' man;<br />in the past, I haven't tried too hard <br />to sway the unconvinced toward the charms <br />of <i>Married Women Who Are Drunk</i> - the<br />hallucinatory, Syd Barrett-like lyrics, <br />the everpresent flute, and the occasional <br />weird noise that, initially, doesn't sound <br />all that weird. Despite theoretical<br />obscure German influences, or partially<br />French voices, <i>Married Women Who are Drunk</i><br />are enjoyable even without a foreign-<br />language degree. "Success has made a failure<br />of our home." Loretta Lynn said that.<br />Elvis Costello covered it once.<br /></p>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-26790658399304750032008-02-01T20:22:00.000-05:002008-02-01T20:24:49.546-05:00Review of Diet Mountain Dew<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.ytmnd.com/content/c/b/a/cba165faefa870d117fd8e4188bfb562.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://content.ytmnd.com/content/c/b/a/cba165faefa870d117fd8e4188bfb562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />The introduction is slow and the music <br />creates an image of Christ, suffering: the best <br />sad songs have always had the appearence of happiness.<br />Diet Mountain Dew is unabashedly romantic, familiar, <br />and not exactly groundbreaking; like how water goes down <br />the drain backward in Australia, the loss <br />of a favorite t-shirt to your former lover, and how <br />it must feel to be razor stubble. On Diet<br />Mountain Dew, R. Hamilton gets specific in his vitriol.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-6925160430071039942008-01-27T01:21:00.000-05:002008-01-27T01:23:49.394-05:00Review of Bisected Neko<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digilander.libero.it/stanleykubrick/2001/images/2001-carne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://digilander.libero.it/stanleykubrick/2001/images/2001-carne.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />After flirting with a handful of major labels, <br />the dead decide to stick to epitaphs, <br />returning with Bisected Neko. The often <br />enigmatic satyr challenges himself <br />with some of the most supple, seductive, and accessible <br /></p><br /><p><br />singing and songwriting of his career, "Posthumously, <br />the dead acquire a mythic status" he sings, <br />"potions, pills and medicines to ease <br />your painful lives. They refuse to keep <br />within any normal limits. They will fill you."<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-5243787851011303222008-01-26T01:14:00.000-05:002008-01-26T01:15:58.381-05:00Review of Flying From Austin to Indianapolis<a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/Saltlick/SXSW%202007/theWatsonTwins.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/Saltlick/SXSW%202007/theWatsonTwins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />around 2pm one weekday a friend <br />and i running errands were famished and <br />he suggested <i>flying from austin to <br />indianapolis</i> he said that ul-<br />timately we'd derive pleasure from to-<br />tally manufactured experience-<br />s hence the rise in theme parks and virtu-<br />al reality and the facts behind <br />the vietnam war the cuban miss-<br />ile crisis and the civil rights movement <br />an impatient ballet of subversions <br />and expectations centered in gender <br />power commerce violence and language all <br />coated with dripping wet sound rank this mi-<br />nor success with hooky background music<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-11029435914647450852008-01-26T00:11:00.000-05:002008-01-26T00:14:46.644-05:00Review of Flying From Indianapolis to Austin<a href="http://whereisben.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/08/20/sparklerman_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://whereisben.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/08/20/sparklerman_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br /><i>Flying From Indianapolis to Austin</i> might <br />have been OK but our sexy waitress dropped <br /></p><br /><p><br />the platter on our table. So R. Hamilton asked, <br />"How many times do you think we're going <br /></p><br /><p><br />to have to do this?" I wouldn't have minded<br />knowing that myself! What at first blush <br /></p><br /><p><br />sounded like unhealthy entrenchment turned <br />out to be a brilliant study in duality, as R. Hamilton <br /></p><br /><p><br />and friends, seemingly in conversation with one another,<br />weighed the respective pulls of decadence and dependability. <br /></p><br /><p><br />Certainly flawed, <i>Flying From Indianapolis to Austin</i> <br />had its fair share of moments, leading viewers into corners <br /></p><br /><p><br /> of insight. The tassels of poetic convention circa 1955 <br />came undone here, left in tatters.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-66863715233799067382008-01-22T00:57:00.000-05:002008-01-22T00:59:24.248-05:00Review of Wal-Mart at 3 AM<a href="http://images.ibsys.com/2003/1128/2670075_200X150.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.ibsys.com/2003/1128/2670075_200X150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />Wal-Mart at 3 AM has become so ingrained <br />in American pop culture that it's easy <br />to forget what a weirdo it was, personally <br /></p><br /><p><br />and musically: not just perfecting the sound <br />Wal-Mart pioneered at 2 AM, it expands it <br /></p><br /><p><br />in predictably unpredictable ways. <br />The difference is is that battles <br />against orcs, trolls, thieves, and zombies <br /></p><br /><p><br />were resolved by completing puzzles rather <br />than swinging a sword. But Wal-Mart at 3 AM <br /></p><br /><p><br />wasn't all darkness, either, and has since <br />gone down in the rock history books as an <br />all-time classic, and rightfully so.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-45542562626483731042008-01-21T18:45:00.000-05:002008-01-31T22:22:52.682-05:00Review of Java Haute<a href="http://www.macindy.net/mimedia/JavaHauteCouch300x225.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.macindy.net/mimedia/JavaHauteCouch300x225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br />Java Haute is based on a true story, which would <br />be fine if it wasn't autobiographical: there is <br />a crushing sense of failure at all turns, but <br /></p><br /><p><br />that has never been as disheartening as it might <br />sound. A flamboyant, hard-drinking, ruthless, and <br />womanizing world adventurer comes face-to-face <br /></p><br /><p><br />with the one antagonist he cannot conquer: <br />heterosexuality, that infinitely dangerous <br />terrain, will be a place he enters gingerly and <br /></p><br /><p><br />with more than a little regret. Participating in <br />the economy can feel like a requirement<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-71859208837283188492008-01-17T23:31:00.001-05:002008-01-31T22:22:52.683-05:00Review of ShangrilaMUSH<a href="http://www.igda.org/sex/archives/book.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.igda.org/sex/archives/book.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><pre><br /><p><br />Figuring the easiest way to get <br />noticed was to be as wild as possible, <br />on <i>ShangrilaMUSH</i>, Cathryn has fallen <br />back in love with language. There are <br />several surprises included along the <br />way, like wild shots and water and <br />sand traps, but her heart-piercing, <br />plaintive voice is used to excellent <br />effect, driving home the primary <br />sentiment: "Until you remember the <br />feelings of / A real, live, emotional <br />teenager / then you think again."<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-19515573903665845312008-01-15T16:50:00.000-05:002008-01-31T22:22:52.683-05:00Review of Wonkette<a href="http://img.thehill.com/img/news/013106/wonkette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.thehill.com/img/news/013106/wonkette.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><pre><br /><p><br /> Wonkette has always been about the agonized, <br />ecstatic relationship of individuals and <br />institutions, and works as well as it does by <br />keeping everything believable and as natural as <br />possible, even when certain comedic situations <br />approach ludicrous territory: "I'm in love. Her <br />name is Wonkette. She was left back. Twice. Once <br />I almost touched her shoulder in the middle of a <br />pop quiz." Now that’s a joke clever in its <br />knowingness about corporate synergy! Cute but not <br />overly cuddly, there's an authenticity to the <br />relationships in Wonkette that makes it a comedy <br />worth meeting.<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275249955667596569.post-90753415463813029742008-01-09T13:20:00.001-05:002008-01-31T22:22:52.684-05:00Review of ABC/Facebook New Hampshire Primary Debate Two Parties One Night<a href="http://www.gwu.edu/~action/2004/nh102003/nhbushpr1003vs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.gwu.edu/~action/2004/nh102003/nhbushpr1003vs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><pre><br /><p><br />ABC/Facebook New Hampshire Primary Debate Two <br />Parties One Night is a substantially <br />simplified version of the two <br />previous offerings. Sure, you <br />can opt to get to the point <br />of any conversation you're <br />engaged in, and there are <br />plenty of options to <br />select that will let <br />you do just that, <br />but diplomacy, <br />winning the <br />Space Race, <br />and a <br /></p><br /><p><br />cultural victory are all equally viable options. <br />It’s a gameplay style that always keeps you on <br />the edge, unaware of what your opponent is <br />preparing at his or her own castle. <br />"The ABC/Facebook New Hampshire <br />Primary Debate Two Parties One <br />Night is very nearly worth the <br />price of admission by itself,” <br />opined a friend recently. “And <br />with one of the best villains <br />since SHODAN. There, I said <br />it.”<br /></p><br /></pre>rhamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697134869139534503noreply@blogger.com0