ug: The Dice (9/15/09) 20.11
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The Overnightscape Underground – September 2009 – Track 11
“Your Late Night Broadcast” online at onsug.com
Created by Frank Edward Nora (frank@theovernightscape.com) in New Jersey, USA
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Frank in NJ and NYC talking about painters, time mysteries, bumblebees, Dan Brown, DaVinci Code, Starbucks, the nature of free will, Jay Leno, Kanye West, Times Square, cool and hot TV talk shows, football tones, tattoos, bashed my head on a tree, forget, horrible typography, abuse of Palatino, the original 35 LaserWriter fonts, game design, Star Wars vehicles, Bossk’s “Hound’s Tooth”, pompous restaurant, public plaza, clown, little hamburgers, an amazing synchronicity, playing the dice game Fonnjo Foon next to a carousel in Bryant Park, Fashion Week, solo fun, The Pixies, Public Enemy, Duran Duran, and more.
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License for this track: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: by Frank Edward Nora – more info at onsug.com
I’m confused.
Is this a show, or a track, or what? ;0
Comment by Neal — September 16, 2009 @ 2:51 am
maybe it’s a “shack” ??
Comment by Frank — September 16, 2009 @ 3:23 am
Frank, I understand how you feel about Starbucks. I have the same impulse, and yet, I do believe that the founder and CEO is a good person. I always come across liking him when I read articles about the company. They suffer from the success problem. As you have said many times, we love to tear down constructs when we feel that they have gained too much power, this can be anything including celebrities and institutions.
You are right on about the NPR smuggish elitist faux intellectual attitude, I think Starbucks is guilty of fullfilling a pop will eat itself circle jerk, with its attempt to sell this music to its customers. I suppose in the Starbucks fantasy, it goes something like this, “person non-chalantly enters building, waits 15 minutes in line, pretending not to be outraged that one has to wait 15 minutes for over priced burnt coffee, pretends to suspend their very existence, and ignores every instinct of sanity that is telling them, that what they are participating in is a matsturbatory journey of ego through perceived self-worth luxury spending and reward/treat for oneself, and self illumination into the perceived world of people-on-the-go, ladder climbing ritualistic duty and isolated purchased comraderie of this third place, “they called my name” / “PRESENT!” scam. As they stand their in paused reality, they again with an attempt of casual aloof detached engagement pick up a CD of middle of the road, non commital, otherwise bargain bin music compilation from the Starbucks music publishing division, and have visions of themselves, maybe having a few non-existant friends over to their house, that same music imagined, gently flowing in the background, your very non-existing yet imagined friends seeing you as you see Starbucks,and to top all of this BS off, the Skinner’esk reward of all this theatre, a chemical reaction in your brain from the one thing that helps anchor the illusion, yes coffee, even when surrounded, sold, exaggerated, still does contain caffeine, and it is a drug, and it is a good one. In a sea of bull shit, there is a anchor at the end of this sham.
Even if we are wise to the corporate charms, this anchor, this caffeine does its magic, and that conceals and or makes it real.
Comment by chad bowers — September 16, 2009 @ 11:22 am