fear and loathing in san jose

fear and loathing in san jose
a namesake tribute to the movie

The stars don’t shimmer
the clouds are air
the land is dry
sucking up water
the cars pass by
no familiar faces
the promise to keep
this as a token
as a reminder in happier times
things aren’t all good
the hurried feeling
where am I going
what is bound to happen?

the hope of seeing
pretty faces, smiling faces
it’s all fear
like a cloak that descends
and does not let me breathe

some vestige of a nod
the glint of an eye
where is the town square
where are the people walking

content of a family raised
soothing green tea
pacifying, calming
making tame

where are children playing?
dads and sons
moms and daughters
alone in their drivers seats

what is intelligence
and approval and logic
and understanding

everyone’s home bored
listening to the piano
drugged out on tv
smash your radios now

sparkless lost people
with flies on their beards

hurrah for green shoes on black pants
the orange rays of the setting sun
have no counterpart here
this barren, silicon land

hurrah for colors
hurrah for orange shirts


life imitates art imitates life

Oscar Wilde once said Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life. I beg to differ. I think it’s more of a vicious circle (or a glorious circle, depending on how you look at it.) It’s an equal-opportunity borrowing situation. Life imitates art. Simultaneously art imitates life. Each feeds into the other, each repetition coming up with more complexity in the process.

Take movies for example. A certain movie may come up with a novel way of robbing a bank. The story writer did not come up with it in a vacuum. (S)he has access to volumes of prior art both fictional and biographical to base or build up the story on. (S)he just added a twist to it, albeit a novel one never encountered my anyone else before. Someone with a bank-robbin-itch sees the movie, thinks it’s a brilliant idea. Then (s)he proceeds to add a few of their own twists to it, maybe as simple as using different numbers of people, or something more advanced like adding a new technique to opening up the safe. The bank then proceeds to get robbed. (S)he may or may not end up getting caught. The story about the robbery then proceeds to get published. Thereby being consumed into the creative minds of millions of other people. Some of whom may be movie script-writers.

The movie “Firewall” was just released. I just read about a real-life robbery apparently inspired by the movie. I don’t know particulars about the actual robbery. What I am certain of is that someone will create another movie or a book, picking up particulars about that robbery and add details of their own. It would be fun to have this tracked and look at the results, like 20 years down the line. Maybe a good use of the cross-reference engine that I’ve been thinking about creating. More on that later.

This doesn’t just apply to movies though. It applies to all kinds of art. You just have to sit down and think through the art pieces you really like, read up on the history of that art or the biography of the artist. Eventually, I’m sure, you’ll find a link to something in real life that the art was inspired by. And eventually, you’ll find a link to something in real life that the art inspired. And so it goes.


six degrees of separation

The movie Six degrees of separation explores among aother things, the concept of, surprise, six degrees of separation. Incidentally, it is also Will Smith’s foray into movies.

The concept is surprisingly simple to explain. Basically, any one living person on earth can be linked to any other random person by successively linking six different people in between them. Sort of like the seven degrees to Kevin Bacon game. It doesn’t hit home until you think of the powerful side-effects that you can derive from it. A tribe elder in the amazon can be linked to an Inuit fisherman in Alaska for example. Or you can link yourself to Dalai Lama or the Pope. It’s mindboggling, eh! In reality, though, the trick is finding the right six people, I guess.

This reminds me of something that one of my friends told me out of hand. If you’ve slept with more than six people in your life, then you’ve slept with everyone else on earth. You’re a slut. Don’t get offended, it applies to me too. Ugly, but something to think about. And thank my friend for the anecdote. She’ll find it amusing 🙂

hunting exotic animals, we have ranches for that and are proud of it


Just ran across Anuj’s post about hunting ranches in Texas. I mean, seriously, is that for real?

I thought the parody in The freshman was a product of someone’s brilliant imagination.

I must’ve been sleeping while the world went crazy on it’s head, or hmm.. Texas went crazy.

Talk about a change in values. Uggh..