Gnats.
Everywhere.
I am under siege.
Every bike commute this week is a galactic battle with a trillion tiny Cylon warriors determined to make my mouth the final frontier of the 2002 gnat dynasty. Worse yet, they are not alone. They move amongst planets – small puffy air based satellites that fall like soft hailstorms. They are the product of cottonwood trees. It comes in waves. My morning meteor shower navigation through the storm of cotton balls and gnat colonies is plenty work for the day.
This morning I saw the chalk drawing too. They live amongst us. People are telling each other in the most ancient codex available that the battle will be fought on all frontiers. They are the “sign” people and they support the digital world and spread the message with low tech weapons undetectable by traditional radar systems. Know your neighborhood. Learn to play THIS game. I know my airport is supported and accessible. I’ve seen it in the hieroglyphics just down the block.
Chuck D knew it. He lived and wrote about it. Caught the movement when it was still pushing people over just to see if they would fall. He’s on a slightly more obscure path now but the adroit will still listen and see his motivation in casting rhymes in pine tar and the deep worn leather of a thousand pastimes. His next shit is forecasting the rise of a new baseball anthem. His relevance will be proven:
“If baseball comes to a halt, this summer or next spring or any time, here’s a plan: We all get old-school boomboxes and stand outside the owners’ offices holding them over our heads and blasting “Fight the Power,” like John Cusack in “Say Anything,” when he’s trying to wear down Ione Skye and appeal to her better, truer, angels.”
Just like Herbie can’t forget about Miles, we can’t forget about Chuck. Some of us owe him (and Miles) our lives.
Some days things seem so clear. Maybe it’s the gnats. Maybe they whisper truisms and wisdom in my ears just before they’re killed and wiped away by my giant and annoyed finger. That’s the only explanation. Why do Mosquitoes buzz in your ear? It’s cause your not fucking listening to what they are saying!
I think they told me that AIBO is the way. Man, I’m totally into these things. I know I slept on ’em and they are old news but damn I want one. Hell one? I want a whole flock, a gaggle, an army. If you aren’t convinced, watch the movie “picnic” on the Japanese site and your shit will be looking to fill your house with ’em. Maybe you can find ’em at the humane society. The real headz have already programmed (or trained) theirs to take advantage of the Sony open code that allows you to program your metallic canine with the ability to slap you when you’ve worked on your D&D pewter figurines far too long (brian?).
I shouldn’t even be thinking about these magnesium mutts. I should stay with what I know — t-shirts and posters.
If you were as completely freaked as I was when SoMaFm disappeared from your itunes and was replaced by the silence of greed and the stealth styled murder of innovation. Then you must do something. After you’ve done all the irrational things like bike locked yourself to your powerbook and done a virtual sit-in on the RIAA site, do something boring like writing your senator and telling him (or hopefully her) that you buy all your music at giant mega stores for no less than $18.99 a pop and that you occationaly buy something new after you’ve been exposed to it on “the internet”. They love to hear from you. I’m so glad my senator rocks.