http://aclam.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/22487
i've officially renovated my SEA CAVE!!! come visit!!!

i also started a BLOG there!!! thanks to sushla for her skillz!!!

you are "the world"!!! but "the world" needs you!!!]]> Wed, 23 Feb 2005 12:40:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/22487 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/20313 lame jokes and not-so lame music
thursdays 12am-2am est
CKMS 100.3 FM RADIO FREE WATERLOO

listen online!]]> Sun, 31 Oct 2004 16:22:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/20313 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/19628
MONKEYS HACKING CODE: Slashdot thread

REPUBLICANS H(JI)ACKING ELECTION: Salon article]]> Sat, 25 Sep 2004 12:30:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/19628 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/18773
today my sentiment is that of useless flirtation.]]> Fri, 13 Aug 2004 18:10:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/18773 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/18234
i am my only keeper]]> Tue, 20 Jul 2004 16:03:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/18234 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/17648 the arcade fire play their little (big) hearts out. marching drums and frantic xylophones and shouting, lots of shouting. i love this song (right clicky for downloady) and i can't stop singing it and it makes bicycling all the better and pump yr fists in the air!

US KIDS KNOW]]> Thu, 24 Jun 2004 13:13:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/17648 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/17205 Mon, 07 Jun 2004 10:41:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/17205 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16504 Thu, 13 May 2004 15:35:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16504 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16467 this side of the blue - joanna newsom

visit her website: http://www.walnutwhales.com]]> Wed, 12 May 2004 15:21:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16467 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16322

GIANT RODENTS ARE SO CUTE!!!!!]]> Fri, 07 May 2004 10:46:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16322 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16184 Read the New Yorker

US Marines pulling out of Falluja and installation of the "Falluja Brigade," led by one of Saddam's former top generals, only to replace said general a couple of days later, who "appears" to have "anti-Saddam credentials":
Read the BBC

A war fought by mercenaries?
Read Salon

How is any of this sustainable? How can (and this question isn't rhetorical) end well?]]> Mon, 03 May 2004 18:15:00 EDT http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/16184 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/15311 Wed, 31 Mar 2004 12:47:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/15311 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14718
1. This is a story, and an identity, that should not be told here.
There are words that frustrate me, whether in spelling, pronunciation, or signification: yacht, colonel, fundamental. Then there are words that frustrate me in all of the above categories; words that taunt me in their opacity. Lo bok, foong cheng, gum jum. Chinese words translated, but in a perverse form of translation that, rather than attempting to unhook the signified and reattach it to a new signifier, converts sound pattern to sound pattern, signifier to signifier. I look at them and I feel the signified fluttering further and further away out of my reach. I manipulate the sounds in my mouth. Long o, or short o? Hard c, or soft c? Expectant faces await my explanation. I should know this. Real Chinese characters are a different matter: they’ve long become foreign to me. Shrouded in mist. This I should know. I can still speak it, can’t I? But the English letters obscure. They grow and grow in size until they are gigantic obstacles, monoliths preventing my way to meaning. Stonehenge, marking the passage of the sun.

2. Once you start, it’s hard to stop. Once you’ve broken this perfectly polished shell of impersonality, once you’ve blurted out that something inappropriate – it’s hard to return to the cool calm of irony. Another mistake:
We’re sitting in the car. Silence, or the radio tuned to Top 40. The endless parking lots of suburbia flash by, grey after grey after grey, punctuated by the stabs of color signs. We pass by a blue and yellow one, and my mother says, We should go to I-K-E-A this weekend. She says the Swedish word like an acronym, each letter slow, solo. My sister and I snicker, press our foreheads against the car’s cool windows, make no embarrassed correction.
English is my camouflage. Just like Fred Wah’s “colourlessness” gives him the privilege of the cloak of invisibility, my command of the Queen’s English (the Academic’s English) allows me to be “not the target, but the gun” (138). I was young enough to escape the damning brand. Assuming the mantle of neutrality, I can speak without accent, without misstep. My voice blends in quite well thank you very much.

3. My mouth tasted of something foul that morning. Squeamish, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He got into the subway car, sat beside me. Wearing a coat in a faded powder green, cut for a woman. Purple pants, red sweater, unbuttoned coat in -20c weather, no scarf or hat or mitts. His black hair, shaggy and matted and waxy. Mouth hanging open, two angled front teeth protruding. An unzippered backpack, remnant of Sydney 2000. Maybe 14, tall for his age, tall for a Chinese boy. I shrunk from him. Why sit next to me? I found him repulsive in all respects: his poverty, his dull stare. Obviously a mainlander, from China, not Hong Kong. (The British taught the Chinese in Hong Kong well – not a remnant of Communism to be found.) I hated him, a child of the Chinatown of Spadina and Dundas: all grime and dead fish and rotting cabbages, its tottering railway workers and laundromat owners, its stubborn refusal to move uptown to shiny glass boxes and pink stucco condominiums. Its homeless begging for pennies, bowing and rocking and bowing and scraping for a penny, the old man out on his morning stroll unwilling to drop it for an ounce of humiliation less. Go, go, go, I think, go to the highways and the driveways. Forget your gilded red Gate of Divine Destiny; it will do you no good. Run for the motorized wrought-iron gates. Go on, get out, go.

4. Mostly, it’s invention. When you don’t know why you feel so far away what you’re told is yours – your language, your mother, your neighbour – you have to fake your way back and fake your way through and fake your way forward. And what is the ultimate fakery, but writing? To quote Italo Calvino: “There is no certitude outside falsification.” And you see, in your own uncertain inventions, that those revered slabs of stone are but shards of plywood and scraps of linoleum, and the journey of the sun, a dream.
]]> Tue, 09 Mar 2004 18:42:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14718 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14083
ENDURE MY HEART
every wednesday 3-5pm est (yes, starting today)
CKMS 100.3 FM RADIO WATERLOOOO

where demented pop comes to play. music for sad rabbits and desolate tapirs. xiu xiu vs. death cab for cutie minor celebrity death match!

LISTEN ONLINE]]> Wed, 11 Feb 2004 10:46:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14083 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14068
but hey! kids! let's "mass educate"! go to: whatsthedownload.com! get it? what's the down lo? what's the download! haha! i'm hip! i'm clever! i'm rich! i'm snoop dogg with a diamond encrusted pimp goblet!

from above site:
"It's hard enough keeping up to date on our social lives, let alone digital music news. With the world of digital music changing faster than a Neptunes beat, WhatsTheDownload.com brings us breaking news in digital music to keep us tuned into the latest info on digital record releases, launches of online music stores, and all the other digital music action taking place!"

thanks guys! golly gosh darn, you sure are right! those crazy neptunes! hahahaha!

the best part was when, after the lecture, the celebrities in the audience barely reacted, as they were too busy rearranging their collective glittery nipple pasty.
]]> Tue, 10 Feb 2004 14:54:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/14068 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13908 every bite you take takes us one step closer to the apocalypse. no. what i mean is, we are wasteful beings and deserve what is coming. no. what i mean is, act (eat) not only for yourself, it's the least we can do.

here is a picture so you can run out and get yr own copy (many things in the article are arguable, and perhaps overstated, but, i think, necessary):
HARPER'S]]> Sun, 01 Feb 2004 15:36:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13908 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13689
i did a "seminar" today and i showed a scene from WHITE ZOMBIE.

Bela Lugosi, Zombie Master Extraordinaire.

amy lam rocks the semiots.]]> Thu, 22 Jan 2004 21:16:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13689 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13099
i am living where the internet doesn't go and doing quite well without it, thank you. i have a book in my hand and a crackling fire in my heart.

here's to yours.]]> Sat, 27 Dec 2003 15:27:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/13099 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12710 -- Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler



IT'S (NOT) A ZINE
IT'S (NOT) FREE
PAPER 1/2 SIZE 32PGS
COMING, SOON, SOON]]> Tue, 09 Dec 2003 16:14:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12710 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12490
ANAGRAM!

[blood]

"throwing elbows"]]> Mon, 01 Dec 2003 15:09:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12490 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12230 see picture.

this chest, lined with mirrors, could multiply objects (or you) to dazzling effect. "Kircher’s catoptric chest, however, far surpassed the competition, both in multiplying species and in displaying illusory scenes. It could display infinite colonnades, tables covered with all sorts of delicacies, inexhaustable treasures, to the great torment of avaricious visitors who often, according to Schott, attempted to make off with the infinite quantities of money contained in the chest, only to be left with a handful of air." (http://www.stanford.edu/group/shl/Eyes/machines/index.htm)

learn how to use illusions for your benefit! leave them with nothing but air.

CTRL-C CTRL-C CTRL-C CTRL-C CTRL-C CTRL-C ]]> Thu, 20 Nov 2003 15:40:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12230 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12039
you've got some time before you die.]]> Thu, 13 Nov 2003 15:47:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/12039 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11861
She (haloed in ringlets) is pleased. Still (encased in satin) is needed.

How this hunger satiates!

Your jaundiced skin, pocked and sore. Your tumourlumpen, ashen lungs. Your hollow bones. Your goitered throat. I want them. I will heal you: I will make a dress of your grey hair.
]]> Wed, 05 Nov 2003 13:09:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11861 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11829 CORPUSSE!

lyrical snippets:
- THE. HOT. WATER. PIPE. IS. LEAKING. WE. NEED. A. PLUMBER. NOOOOOOW. CAN'T. YOU. TELL. I. AM. SE. RI. OUS.
- YOU. CAN'T. STOP. THE. INSANITY. YOU. CAN'T!
- I. HEAR. SATAN. HE. SAYS. KILL. YR. POODLE. BUY. A. PITBULL. THROW. AWAY. THAT. CELERY. EAT. A. SLAB. OF. PORK.
- RED. LIGHT. MEANS. GO!
- YOU. CAN'T. STOP. MY. PRETTY. FLOWERS. FROM. GROWING. JUST. YOU. TRY. TO. STOP. THEM. FROM. GROWING.

(ALL CAPS ARE ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY)

all of the above lyrics were yelled with utter intensity, or sung with a castrati falsetto, while a) squatting on the edge of the stage, staring the audience down b) writhing around on the stage floor c) writhing around on the stage floor with a fake flower in mouth (fake flower stolen from an audience member's morrissey costume). as for the man himself - CORPUSSE. wearing sport shorts, black electrical tape around his legs, elbow pads on his wrists (?!), and a leopard-printed shirt that had an extra panel of black fabric sewn in on one side because it was too small.

i can't even begin to convey.

i will be thinking about this man for years to come.

lastly: this is the CORPUSSE philosophy.

Stay true to yourself.

Do whatever you want.

Don't let anyone tell you what to do.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

Fuck the banking job.

This is what I'm going to do.

This is what has to support me.

It has to be done.

There is no alternative.

This is it. This is my life.

I'll die doing this.

thankyouandgoodnight.


]]> Mon, 03 Nov 2003 13:01:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11829 http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11779 He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good -bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
Well , isn't this nice
And Isn't this ironic ... don't you think ?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's oka and everythings going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think evertyhing's gone wrong and everthing blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
A little too ironic .. and yeah I really do think ...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

THANK YOU (INDIA)!]]> Fri, 31 Oct 2003 12:42:00 EST http://aclam.tigblog.org/post/11779