A Lack of Funds

Alas, presenting Blogging Brut on this site is not immune to recession and, as is plainly obvious from the date stamps on this blog, I have been unable to update for over two years. Put simply, I lack funds. I lack funds to visit public libraries and mine the computers for misdirected blog posts. I lack funds to visit Assisted Living facilities during Computer Time and capture unsent emails to grandchildren. I lack funds to visit zoological parks where animals are exposed to technology.

I took on the task of presenting outsider blogging to the public pro bono and collected posts in my spare time, that is, when I was not toiling in obscurity at my 9-5 publishing house job.

Alack, I have lost that job. Logic might dictate that since losing my job I would have more time to spend curating this virtual art museum. But, like Joseph Cornell, I have always had a tumultuous relationship with time. Basilisk days and nights of torpor have caused me to lose all interest in this virtual museum and I fear the only thing that will bring me back is Benjamins.

Thus, I hereby humble myself to request a bequest.

O-blogger Post #29: Post in a Valise

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"Post in a Valise"
by Marz M'Orange, with assistance from Jupiter J'Grape
Etchings on filament within a virtual valise

O-Blogger Post #28: Are you there God, it's me, Dwayne.

ARE YOU THERE GOD, ITS ME DWAYNE. WHY, GOD, WHY IS MY LIFE SUCH A FLIPPING JOKE. I REALLY WANT TO KNOW. I WANT TO UNDERSTAND. I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. I'M JUST TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE. ITS LIKE I'M IN A REALLY BAD JERRY LEWIS MOVIE FROM LATE IN HIS CAREER AND I'M NOT EVEN THE JERRY LEWIS CHARACTER. I'M "UNCREDITED." OR "FAT GUY NUMBER 2." JERRY TRIPS OVER MY OUTSTREACHED FOOT. SOME DAYS MY SCENE DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT INTO THE MOVIE. JERRY THOUGHT I RUINED THE NARRATIVE ARC. OR SOMETHING. IS THIS A JOKE, GOD? BECAUSE I'M THINKING IT'S MY ACTUAL LIFE AND I GUESS THAT'S THE DISCONNECT. MY JOB IS A JOKE. MY LOVE LIFE IS A JOKE--BEING STALKED BY THE NUMBER 13 BUS DRIVER, GOD, NOT A "LOVE LIFE"!! (AND MAKES IT HARD TO GET TO WORK) THAT LLAMA THAT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE EVERY TIME I GO TO THE ZOO--NOT A LOVE LIFE!! AT LEAST NOT FOR ME, GOD. NO ONE LOOKS AT MY BLOG, GOD, IT'S A JOKE TOO. IN FACT I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF IT EXISTS. I MIGHT JUST BE TYPING ON MICROSOFT NOTEPAD OR SOMETHING, BUT SOMEONE TOLD ME IT WOULD BE IN CYBERSPACE. WHO THE FLIP KNOWS. WHATEVER, GOD, WHATEVER.

DWAYNE

"Are you there God, it's me, Dwayne"
Dwayne
Found Blog Post from Microsoft Notepad at Public Libraray

O-Blogger Post#27: Computer Code

PRINT 10: right 45
PRINT 20: forward 10
PRINT 30: left 65
PRINT 40: go pink
PRINT 50: backward 5
PRINT 60: go inward
PRINT 70: forward 10
PRINT 80: make a wall
PRINT 90: stop

"Computer Code"
by Jam Master Vector, VaxGod of the Year 1983
Non-calloused fingers on Commodore 64 keyboard

O-Blogger Post #26: Outsider NYRB Personal Ad II

Street-smart ex-stripper with stunning knife-fight scars, pleasure oriented intellectual with great tenured day job. Junk in the trunk, cobwebs in the attic, pots and pans in the kitchen, and a 25 watt smile. Indiscriminate interest in ultimate fighting, from Ultimate U-Bahn Uli to the Masticator. Wrecklessly literary. Hitch-hiking the PA turnpike (lost my E-Z Pass, will you help me get it back?), Gide on paper, Proust on tape. Graceland out of season. Ocean City (MD and NJ), cotton candy, brass tacks, carnies. Reenacting the battle of Appamattox at Appamattox, Gettysburg in Gettysburg, and Bull Run at the Frick. Looking for a young elderly (55-65) for conspicuous consumption at the San Marino 7-11, strolling the Huntington’s gardens with a small Cheetos and a Big Gulp, and fucking.

Outsider NYRB Personal Ad II
by Hilda Autobus
Sharpie on TLS subscription card

O-Blogger Post #25: Optimus Prime

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"Optimus Prime"
Pixels on filament
by Boris Stern

O-Blogger Post #24: Possible dissertation topix???

OK, possible dissertation topixx--

-"All by Myself": Dianne Warwick (is that who sang it????) and the Hermeneutics of Hermits.
(notes - find out who sang that song and if s/he has anything to do with hermits--this is criti cal)

-"As Long As We've Got Each Other"?: Alex P., Mallory, and Capitalism's Triumph Over Romanticism in Popular Culture: 1982-1986.
(notes - check on punctuation. Too many colons? Maybe one could be a semi-colon, or just a comma)

-Dy-No_Mite Jive: Cold War DoubleSpeak in the Media Culture of Color: 1978-1982.
(notes - is phrase "Media Culture of Color" too dated? Think about something more post-racial, perhaps...)

-"This House Has a Remote Control Everything, Ricky!": Men Alone in the Me Decade and the Silver Spoons House as a Giant Queerspace.
(notes - I would love to use the word "McQueerspace." How? It's too bad the Stratton house was an actual, not Mc, Mansion. Was the Full House house a McMansion? Or Small Wonders?)

"Possible dissertation topixx"
by culturalstudiesroxx@onlineuofusa.com
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