I know how it is: you read the trilogy of sci-fi novels, saw the play, listened to the audiobook, even picked up the card game, but you still can’t get enough of Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson’s conspiracy epic, Illuminatus! Where is the balm that will soothe your hurt?
Back in 1987, underground comix publishers Rip Off Press—the persons responsible for the fourth edition of the related sacred text Principia Discordia, not to mention The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers—put out Eye-n-Apple Productions’ comic book adaptation of Illuminatus! A few months ago, Eye-n-Apple (which seems to be identical with one Mark Philip Steele) announced plans for a digital reprint on its Facebook page:
Good news, folks, the ILLUMINATUS! comic I published back in 1987 is now in e-comic format, including text commentary. It’s a zip file available for download, and may end up at other sites in other formats. If you’re interested, download the comic and contact me about it. Some of the comments MAY be posted in further editions. There was one self-published issue, then 3 with Rip Off Press, and an unpublished 4th issue. Plans are for us to release one a month from now till we’re done.
No word yet on subsequent numbers, but you can download a free PDF of the first issue here, and it seems this is the space to watch for updates. Below, Robert Anton Wilson and Rev. Ivan Stang of the Church of the Subgenius discuss the consolations of the Discordian faith on Hour of Slack.
Jack White showed up at a neighborhood potluck and nobody knew who he was: Celebrated musician Jack White has called Nashville home for a while, but this weekend was the first time that he was able to attend his suburban neighborhood’s annual potluck. We’d love to have seen everyone’s face when he explained Record Store Day to them. “You charge how much? For WHAT?” The wonderful photo above is from the Instagram of White’s neighbor Jedediah Jenkins. (Consequence of Sound)
The Confederacy was a ‘con-job’ on white people: The Beaufort County, South Carolina’s Frank Hyman wants people to know that for a significant share of white Southerners, the Confederacy — and the slave economy it defended — was a huge scam. And in an essay that ran last month in a number of newspapers across the South, he argued that the mythology surrounding the Confederacy still hoodwinks many of his white working-class Southerners to this day. (RawStory)
Brian Blessed claims “I delivered a baby in a park, bit the umbilical cord and licked the infant’s face”: The large ham BRIAN BLESSED, who it’s impossible to forget as Prince Vultan in Flash Gordon and as King Richard IV in Black Adder, made the foregoing claim and more in an interview with BBC Radio 4’s Midweek. We believe it. (The Telegraph)
The Nazis made an exploding chocolate bar to kill Winston Churchill: Fortunately, England’s Prime Minister did not sink his teeth into the candy-coated bomb, and the MI5 hired an artist to illustrate it and the other German booby traps it had discovered. These drawings were lost in a drawer for 70 years, but were recently found and have been published by the BBC. (BoingBoing)
New Tiger Hatchery/Paul Flaherty LP reviewed at Tiny Mix Tapes: Tiger Hatchery ARE what’s happening in under-the-radar jazz today. On their newly released LP, recorded live in fall of 2013, they join forces with saxophonist Paul Flaherty, who’s played with Thurston Moore and Weasel Walter, among others. “Flaherty’s playing astounds in its diversity, encompassing a palette of warp speed atonal trills, yelped cries, and occasional moments of somber melodicism that evoke Albert Ayler’s typically consonant and/or reappropriated head passages. On Live in New Haven, Flaherty locks into symbiosis with Tiger Hatchery saxophonist Mike Forbes, tracing a jagged pathway of legible melodic interplay that breaks off at a moment’s notice into freefall runs of conjoined squalling.” (Tiny Mix Tapes)
Trump, Carson & the rest of the American right seem to actually think they’re Dirty Harry: Trump is a clown, we know that — a very wealthy celebrity clown who has captured the imagination of millions of people. And if there’s one thing he’s known for, it’s his macho swagger so this isn’t exactly a shock coming from him. But who could have guessed that his closest rival, the sober, quiet, respectable neurosurgeon Ben Carson would hold the same delusions of masculine grandeur? (Salon)
Hillary Clinton’s support tumbles in California as Sanders surges: Less than half of likely Democratic voters in the June 2016 presidential primary in California, 47 percent, now say they will vote for Clinton, whose candidacy has been damaged by a scandal over her use of a private email server while she was secretary of state. Meanwhile self-styled socialist Sanders, so far Clinton’s most prominent challenger for the Democratic presidential nomination, has since May climbed from single-digit voter support among California voters to 35 percent, according to the poll. (Reuters)
The mystery of ‘crow funerals’ solved: Scientists say birds are trying to learn about potential dangers to their own lives. “The funeral behaviour of crows is so widely observed, and people often asked about it - but we haven’t known what was happening,” said University of Washington researcher Kaeli Swift. (Signs of the Times)
If Apple didn’t hold $181B overseas, it would owe $59B in US taxes: Microsoft and Google pull the same moves, of course. So OK, Republicans and Randroids, tell us again all about how people on food stamps are leeches? (Ars Technica)
Security footage of Morrissey’s alleged TSA groping has been released: “The Voice” claimed last summer that a security officer got a little too fresh with him at a checkpoint in San Francisco. Gawker filed an FOIA request for the CCTV footage, and their request was granted. Read about it on Gawker, or if all you’re about is the voyeuristic part, watch the video right here:
Welp, here’s another story that is headed straight for the ever-growing Stoner Hall of Fame.
According to a story from the Seattle Times published yesterday (via The Youngstown Vindicator), last Friday a 22-year-old Ohio man called 911 because he had apparently gotten “too high” smoking marijuana. I don’t think any amount of police training could have prepared the cops for what they found upon arriving at the abode of the stoner in question.
According to a report filed by the Austintown Township police, the man was found in a fetal position on his floor, with an assortment standard stoner junk food like Doritos, Goldfish crackers and Chips Ahoy cookies scattered around him. He also complained that he “couldn’t feel his hands.” Which is sad because it sounds like he was really hungry. Johnny Law found his stash, but have yet to charge him with a crime. Although they did take away his car keys. Now how is he going to get to 7-11 the next time he gets the munchies? Poor guy.
I’ve often said that the most dangerous thing a stoner has ever done is eat too much junk food such as polishing off an entire box of Cap’n Crunch (with Crunch Berries of course) in one sitting. But the image of this guy (which is captured pretty accurately in the photo above I think) really takes the cake. I don’t know about you, but I’d do just about anything to see the “crime scene” photos from this caper.
“Love Letters From Craig” is the delicious brainchild of an Amsterdam-based company called Cartelle that appropriates and recontextualizes posts from the “casual encounters” section of Craigslist, certainly one of the steamiest (and frequently, most X-rated) sections of the well-known free personals website.
Those Craigslist posts basically consist of people spelling out the exact kinky thing they’re looking to do with a stranger, using a curiously encoded manner of communication—most messages feature at least 1 or 2 acronyms whose meanings aren’t immediately obvious. On “Love Letters From Craig” those messages are read aloud by a robotic voice of the type you might hear emanating from your GPS, while images of items signifying sex and/or oral stimulation (disembodied boobs, a lipstick, a glazed donut, a lollipop, cherries, bananas, pills, etc.) blandly float by. The formal register lends even such attention-getting phrases as “love making out, mutual oral, rimming, toys, spanking, w/s, shower play” an odd kind of dignity.
Cartelle is calling this strange exercise in voyeurism “a romantic exploration into the perversions of modern-day digital hookups.” According to Cartelle, “The contents are not moderated and completely automated, only enhanced by sensual porno beats and tasty, sexy visuals.” “Love Letters From Craig” scrapes new content from the Craigslist servers on an hourly basis.
I don’t know what it all means, but I find watching it strangely mesmerizing.