expect a string of short attention span versions…

so we have collected a bunch of new media ecology and online diagnosis threads, but with all kinds of glitches in the air … like a laptop battery attached to a temporary I.V. - drip … yes the little apple “podmosis” brain suffered a concussion. we had a near catastrophe with short circuit - kurzschluss - at our last russen disco gig and it has knocked out some internal hardware… minor damage in the long run but while she sits in the sling … it has added to the toll of a grey week … that has wrapped itself around an autumn full moon, which makes everything appear like a hangover thru a fisheye lens … like trying to look In through the peephole to see what strangers are standing behind the door holding the key to Your office or home or future. Are we IN or Out ? Or we coming IN or going OUt ? are wee needing to get IN or get Out ? And yes that means our Berlin Lab has become the streets, the internet cafes, the spiked harbour of pounding 2-step nites and soaked malted and smoked trout energies. And many ports, couches , lofts, corners. With all the more, but no less, wonderful friends leading u around into decorous + distracting backsteps, nostalgic, erotic, tangential, looping, incongruent, interconnected weaves of dark corners and enlightened plateaus. round and round, where we stop nobody knows.

( small footnote: we have seen cronenberg’s dr. oblivion and the cathode ray missions from the addicted little net fixer , that we hop like hobos from one recharge to the next )

well, we can’t consider our lot too down on this willing solo psy ops , we are in a “kumpel’s nest” here in the big-grey-easy , the lazy mazzy, when not purely cracked-out-crazy… time warps and future flows, turbulence, as needed, to keep us on our toes. it’s on the thermostat, self-serve. just keep the eyed-wide, ear-to-ear grin-tied to the mast and a little more the cheeks are tingling when the channels are set to fully observe. deserve. abserved.

“so what ya got for us , on the media scoop , mate ?” asks the invisible talons of x-number plog reader.

well i’m working out this stage bit to mix lenny bruce and malcolm X(ltd). and ya know how barnum & bailey , the circus show empresarios , have left the legacy of ” a sucker born every minute” , and that then morphed into a NYC siamese software twin, named Warhol MSP, who uttered ” the suckers will pay for every 15 minutes” , and then along came a masked man smoking a pipe, and he said, “ the real world is beginning to collide with their virtual world” and then sets off into a sunrise horizon to make the parallel worlds more abundant and interactive again like a new tasty buritto western.

“i think ya got one hella of skit there” says the naked eye plog. ” But ya better make it feature length … or no one will come to the theater to see it, and it certainly won’t make the festival circuit.

i know. i know. i just need a carpet and a mule and i’ll be on my way, b4 the jackals smell the blood of a poet, disguised as a politician, disguised as a film director.