Posts tagged: indecision

Ignite Portland 5 (BLBH #18)

El unificationo de ill-peppered Bacon Landscape attending IP5 on February 19, deriving testament amid situation and freedom, it’s a bonus upon us.  Running on fumes, the fetid race snapside etiologies, gratitude torpedoes the wide red distance.  The highest of fives for the highest ip5-1of the Five to the fabulous and Orwellian (not the pejorative) Legion of Tech (“yes, it’s a techie event”) from Splice Finders, the team at Broken Hour d’Ouevres and all our handfuls of followers on Twitter, ExtraTicket, FreshFriend, HungerMeat, OverShoulder, Underarm Laptop and BeerLines.

Whatever did it matter to these long queues tonight? Portland is the strongest gestureau,  “we” love it here,  we “love” here and we’re used to sitting patiently waiting for the file transfer of our affection to proto call.  Dangling our participles out the bus window isn’t our scene but much was learned about fonts, the Universe and everything, and the sustainable memories collide with general ideas up there, down there, it’s sweet and beloved all the same, both ends of the Sterno burning ever brighter, they have to have your name, the ship is waiting to take you away.  Try it some time.  The next Ignite Portland (6) is already scheduled for July 16, 2009, again at the jewel on the jerrrymand, the illustrious Bagdad Theater.  It’s really comfortable after all and no work is involved, everything will be fine.

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #24

Jeffrey Gardner

Jeffrey Gardner, aka Popeye

It began with an abbreviated and marvelous invited program on December 15, 2008, featuring the already singular Jeffrey Gardner, aka “Popeye,” sharing a variety of writings from his notebooks.  A lengthy, awkward pause ensued, resulting in a two-part podcast, while the small and approving crowd metamorphosed into the second, momentum-building Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art Open Mic, or whatever hostess and Show And Tell Gallery producer Melissa Sillitoe eventually decides to call it.  Playfully, Melissa and Eric McEuen start up the rodeo with a dramatic collaboration, followed by Ray and Lela, Rick J, Mike G, Luke L. and Nathan R., giving us words and more words.

Based, it seems, on pressure from some unknown quarter, but in all likelihood for the love, Show and Tell Gallery Productions has decided to make the Open Mic a weekly event every Monday following the invited performance.  So, get ready poets, warblers, dream purveyors, all you perchancers: every caffeinated Monday at the big, sighing Three Friends Coffee House,  there’ll be the invited performance from 7:00 to 8:00 as usual, followed by the Open Mic sign-up from 8:00 to 8:15.  At 8:15 the Open mic (limited to sixteen slots – every one a potential diamond mine) will promptly begin.

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The Broken Will of the People 2008 – Off The Hook (Continued) (BLBH #7)

Based on an art deco danceteria of obfuscation and forced labor.  Wherefore thou, Art?  Seedless to psycho and back again, the Broken Will of the People, rudimentary in its ornateness and perfect as a puzzle, make tired your listening eyes and the fumes corrupt the double- and triple-negative irony so forth and interpretively.  Or adjustments to the center, for several cycles, without food or water for days, harvested for posterity and dedicated to the opposition of a more imperfect disunion. Music by Broken Hours. Podcast produced by Splice Finders.

The Princely Wit Semi-Dry Oodsday of the Baron’s Broken Disgrace (BLBH #4)

Free 8% by volume beer for the kids who can say, “expand the playground, going to all eastbound destinations.”  Hundreds of seismic alien sounds in the heart of this nations’ great cities in the making.   The Baron, facing none of the problems of the magitude of those which his forefathers faced, renders no decisions, thank God, although he is anxious, journeys he to the Temple of Power, all afraid so glistening dear hearts bristle.  Pestilence and putrefaction shadow his very scent, suspicious eyes all around.  The Princely Wit Semi-Dry Oodsday originating in a deja long-since vued, coming online in the present infinite obtained, Baron Landscape’s Broken Disgrace as death-defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth, crawling out of dirty holes, jealous, ready to knock down all obstacles.

The Broken Will of the People 2008 – Off The Hook (BLBH #3)

One summer I stood up and got off on the back patio licking my family.  It disappeared, white light and cross-like.  Some sort of red cross out of the boonies, which is basically what it was.  Many old tapes are reviewed in search of the lost aircheck that reminds Baron Landscab and the Broken Festerlings how little has changed. Multiple roles are considered, and some are rejected.  The studio, falling apart, intends in all of its sincere activities.  How much funds are a great contribution to finances.  Not only do you understand, but there is also an implied commitment.  As opposed to someplace where there might be a lot of competition involved.  One, perhaps two burn marks on one’s thighs.  Some seminar or something?  It seemed so much like a dream, but there are actual physical manifestations.  You didn’t happen to be eighteen inches tall, humanoid-type shaped, greenish or whitish?  Regular head on your body, just poking around people’s inner thighs?  Most contactees experience tell-tale symptoms.  You might be supressing it because it was such an odd thing to happen.

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