" the Bible codes are mathematical and exact, but
  Nostradamus is subjective and ambiguous "

codes answer an essential human need to affirm
a meaning structure to the universe

I felt the same need watching the insite sound & image event
at the hipodromo last night before taxi home to Otay

I wanted to find meaning and so I made some up

EARLIER it would be a whole hell of a lot easier to understand
model airplanes flying over the river channel that afternoon

MEANWHILE the "bible code" for the twin towers on TV
destroyed at my parents house two nights ago
is written in present tense

if you do a computer bible search jump forward ten letters
jump back, twist diagonally, turn around, pick a bale
of meaning HEY

you will not find destroy in past tense you will not find destroy in future tense
you will only find that verb in present tense

isn't it amazing the stuff people
will say on TV

declare in one breath that all kinds of codes are yet to be discovered
and then say you will not find a certain word in past or future tense

only present

because the code writer blessed be his name is not bound by time

*sigh*

we live in such mythological times rumoring that God is dead so we mussssssst believe

in something SOMETHING

in a scientific, mathematical wonderfullllllness of jump down turn around
pick a bale of meaning

ten forward nine back turn diagonal

wait a minute, ten-forward
isn't that where Whoopi tends bar ?

no, no, that is only fiction, and MEANING-WHILE
back in the REAL world IS

VOILA "twin towers destroy bin lauden airplanes"

or maybe should that read bin laudin airplanes destroy twin towers
oh yes, SO mathematical SO exact SO UN-ambiguous

wait a minute, what did he ssaayyyy about the U.N.....

NOW just a minute, be fair, Danial, the towers did destroy the airplanes
AND the airplanes destroyed the towers

UN-ambiguous someone has been lauding IM-bibing
because bin laudin never imbibes

except it was jetfuel fire destroyed the towers
as our favorite engineer has often pointed out
we must drink that bitter wine metal weakness

poppies, poppies, poppies will put
them to sleepppppp......

WHATEVER very the words are all backwards forwards diagonal up and down
oh look they even draw a picture of the towers standing up

then falling down flat, see?

vertical letters, horizontal letters

jump down, turn around, pick your nose up meaning WHAT?!

this matrix of letters in Hebrew, and of course, Watergate is a word in Hebrew,
well, it is, I mean they built aqueducts to supply Jerusalem
with secret water during the wars and more wars
and rumors of wars, right? Of course right.
So canal is a word and so is gate of water.

chemical weapons Bekah Damascus
that's a whole lot closer to Megido

which gave its name to armagedon

ahem this shit reads like spoooooky poetry mmm no wonder I rave

World War in 5766/2006
atomic holocaust 1945/2006
terrorism world war Shahid (suicide bomber)
war to the knife atomic holocaust
he gave him my treaty of peace
prime minister Sharon Arafat plague
the dead in the plague were 14,700

and then there's the great comet

of 2012 (or will that be January 17, 2026?)

5773 (5787?)

"I will tear to pieces"

the code says POOF-ZAS! for 2012 event

between the lines
l e  t   t     e       r           s

but is that the comet, or the Earth, that
shall get (LOOK FUTURE TENSE) torn to pieces

either way the prophecy has it covered oh yes

[ STOP WATCHING TV GOBBLE GOBBLE in the end of
   days end of days we can change events

]                    

jump down, turn around
pick a bale of meaning

jump down, turn around
pick a bale of HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Undocumented immigration is perhaps one of the most challenging and controversial issues that we face, but that does not mean that workable solutions cannot be found. Our dialogue with respect to this issue must be constructive and based on mutual respect."

Arnold Schwartzeneggar
Eugenio Elordoy
          23 Sept 5

completely non-sequitur seque

— onboard the Mermaid S.S. China Porcelain

My grandmother's china sis in a cupboard upstaris at the parents' house. The housekeeper and I carry it down so she can wash it – another little chore to catch up on while the folks are away looking for land in Oregon above tsunami tidal wave line with a view of the sea.

My grandmother from Seattle and San Francisco married the sailor boy whose mother was a mermaid, you remember I change the story. Her china is seemingly a set of twelve places but there's only three teacups left. Louisianna and I laugh about how a hundred years ago she must of set herself down to fight with her fish in-laws on the shores of Alameda island where I was reborn much later, earlier. They all began to hurl teacups at each other, half floating in and out of the brackish bay, estuary, channel. Mermaids like tea. It reminds them of. Of.

Sex and the drinking substitute bone David wrote about so excellently Thursday the 22nd entry. God Mikey and I love it when he gives us something to read. He's reaching and pulling back some good shit. Breaks our heart.

My grandfather was covered with tatoos from his sailor days in China and India, then Japan shortly after the embargoes were lifted in 1865. Their house in Kobe is for rent, now, if you can believe this touch of fiction make hyperlink text. My grandmother had a mirror in her bedroom. All the orient made love to her in reflections of night. He wasn't really my grandfather. The fish just placed me with him after I was incarnated another time onto land. I am much older than that. Much much older.

So now like I already babeled (the last 150 years) I hardly even need to return to the sea thanks to the Baja California rejuvenation treatment patented (secret) under Mermen lable. Holly would and then Holly wouldn't make love to me but they stole all my money in a former life and here I am struggling artist again. Like Drake the guy who drilled the first oil well in Pennsylvania, in the world. He musta been one of us too.

— Where were we, Mikey?

— Hurling angry teacups, Dano.

Day before yesterday Mikey and Dano went south along the trolley to TJ to see a couple events. STopped and chatted with the guy who collects bicycles you can ride across the border speeding up your crossing for five dollars on weekdays now seven on weekends.

He was complaining that the MALETEROS insite project has already shuttered closed its little resting area supposedly built for luggage porters over on the Mexican side (next to the Bike rental place, near the police hole in the wall, along the little business row beside the new pedestrian bridge (YOU DON"T NEED TO DODge through traffic quite so much any more coming from downtown to the border)

Hey wait a minute we were going the other way............

Oh yeah.

THE GIGANTIC MURAL is open to view again along the touristic corridor. The Mexican Federal Government has finally finished mostly... MOSTLY... their repaving of the walkway. Of course MIkey wrote a poem about that once, where is it? Over here, Danny, over there....

And in that passageway is where the SIMPARCH dirty water art project is set up.

We stopped and chatted briefly with the "Site-Sitter" young woman who was watching the distilling tanks that big weekend.

Walked on past more reconstruction. The federal government of the republic of Mexico is rebuilding the customs offices and inspection stations and the passageway behind them where pedestrians enter Mexico along an area whose nickname, officially we have read in the newspapers (SO IT'S GOTTA BE TRUE HAR HAR) is "chaparal" i.e. scrub-brushland. Look, there it is in an old postcard back when it was still really chaparral. Spell it different in English and Spanish but why bother when we smash grammar and spieling anyyyyyway here yes. No. But is. Down to the right right there. Now it's all cement and whiffs of sewage from the river.

Eventually we wandered through PLAZA VIVA TIJUANA that curious tourist trap zone where pedestrians wander toward the walking bridge over the river. A helpful "Site-Sitter" with badge on neck-cord was posted at the bottom of the ramp up to the bridge, and from him we learned we would have to cross over the river and then climb down onto the Levee and proceed north toward the border fence itself in order to get to the event site. Ah, we thought, adventure beckons.

There was still twenty minutes or so until the scheduled time of performance and we began to wonder whether we should go stop by L.I.'s house. As it turned out we shoulda' because he was expecting us and felt kinda let down when we didna show up. Stupid gringo dog forgets his tricks. L is a damn fine artist and Angelene/Pasadena cultural promoter who lives conveniently near the border gate and we were stupider than shit not to go by especially when we had earlier written him we might oh you idiot Danny slap slap slap. Well we eventually saw him and his lovely Virgin Islands partner at the site of the model airplane event where we were headed now day before yesterday yes.

ended up at the river channel itself crossing over the pedestrian bridge I have loved since 1972 when I first crossed over before my Washintown daze

out there on the bridge deck over the stinking cement channel

look ma, we got more poems moved to new machine

ran into Jorge the gum selling guy with no legs who rides around on a skateboard BUY GUM from him he looks scareyyyyy but he's really a nice guy

sat down and chatted a few minutes business is not good everyone is afraid to travel from the other side he thinks this is because of hurricanes and the price of gasoline amazing sight the modern world reflected through the eyes of an amputee gum selling man on his skateboard on a bridge over the Tijuana river

The bridge deck meanwhile is being painted with names like those wristbands and woven pens with names Beto David Tere

there's even one says GRINGO

prompting endless discussions of where'd that name/word come from oh yeah it happened to us even today with a guy on the bridge in sweet cowboy hat, coffee with cream brown skin and soft southern (Mexico, Veracruz) accent but elegantly bilingual you never know who you'll meet on the bridge between worlds no, yes.

word of mouth mediates the double-sided border culture back into our ears

from this river, this ugly cement channel stretching toward the swamps
and the sea

climbed down a temporary staircase built
right down from the pedestrian bridge rail

oh yes. at the end of the bridge, a temporary wooden staircase
leads down onto the levee

we walk along between the edge of downtown,
the roaring VIA RAPIDA and the stinking river

                scuffing our shoes in the dirt and gravel

everything has been cleaned up, seriously
SERIouSlY CleAneD UP

hundreds of yards down the levee, near the border line where metal fences embrace the river channel, and a painted yellow line angles across the cement trough

a set of small bleachers has been set up on the levee top

shortly before the place where the big metal fence rises up and sweeps west toward the hills and the sea....

here, on top the levee, you can see rake marks in the gravel and dirt where all the trash was swept up and carried away

down in the channel, white tents
and a small fleet of tiny model airplanes

zoom zoom goes Mikey and Dany's left and right brain, waiting for the planes to fly

greeting this one, that one, another,

noticing down below how the dirt was all bulldozed off to one side

a lovely landing field created on the bottom of the dry channel

back upstream the little flow of the river gets sucked into the pump intakes that divert sewage from flowing down into the great swamps and nature reserves at the far southwest corner of the U.S. at the far northwest corner of Mexico

and then

it begins

the artist makes his speech

no puedo resolver el problema pero puedo confrontarlo con la belleza de un sueño y sí creo en la fantasia

I cannot resolve the problem but I can confront it with the beauty of a dream and yes I believe in the fantasy

DOS TRIBUS COMPARTEN UN SUEÑO two tribes share a dream

model airplane enthusiasts, model airplane pilots
from both sides of the border

join together in the bottom of the Tijuana river channel
two fly their beautiful little creations

come together to fly over the very frontier
where border guards gaze on from both sides

even help rescue a "toy" plane when it crashes onto the opposite levee
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzcrump wham.

but in spite of one tragic crash the show goes on SUCCESSSSSSSS Full fun-Filled
wing and a prayer and applause and loud music

the tiny buzzing planes and helicopters

whirling and looping over this ugly, stinking place, this
pestilent hole made momentarily lovely, yes, radiant

in the sunshine

zzzzzzzz rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrr zzzzzip loop the loop
rise up into the air, roll over, buzz the small crowd

streamers flowing from wings

sparkling confetti exploding from another plane

two parachuting little dolls leaping out of a gorgeous biplane

helipcopters

and a lazy hawk making circles in the sky cliché
Toto we ain't in Oklahoma any more but.....

but............ then....

and then... the river rose up out of its dried up banks
the flood came, also miniature, like the airplanes

aye, it happened, catastrophe

a thin sheen of water spread down the channel toward
the miniature aeronauts

a miniature flood threatens the model airplanists

who rush their wings tucked under their arms

who rush across the channel in front of the flood
just a simple change of landing strip from one zone

to another twenty meters north
they go like a metaphor across the river

TO THE OTHER SIDE of the spreading water

which, fortunately, is only a miniature flood
it cannot stop the show

but it renders the little white tent

shall we say

uninhabitable

and yes, it is sewage water

this is the Tijuana river

but

certain events

actually add memorable circumstance

co - in - cident

to the aerial bridge

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3.2 —Ellipsis/Live visual and sound image event

It is difficult to write about something when you really rather enjoyed it but your critical sensibility tells you it was an utter failure on one level, even though a success on another.

The official inSite_05 propaganda blurb says :

The Tijuana San Diego borderlands constitute a complex region of interactions with multiple sociological loci. Movement and flow define the image of the transborder corridor. This elliptical, double-centered urban space, like no other location, surrenders itself to this dance of indices with athletic mobility and convertibility of opposed distant situations. Ellipsis seeks to inhabit this in-between world, linking optical/sound image with temporal space to create a temporary circuit, and produce a creative tension that gives the event momentary life.

But

aside from being a magnificent social event where everyone drank and chatted and had a wonderful time
aside from being just another excuse to schmooze and muse and bla bla bla

elipsis looked like just another flashing piece of image and noise
certainly nothing to do with audience feed-back or participation

and those philosophical words put out by the inSite curatorial prophets
appear to be a pile of manure habló el buey y dijo mu
the steer spoke and only said moo

but well, at least manure has excellent fertilizing powers

yet Mikey and Danny still criticize and complain
without walking any miles in their shoes

because DAMNIT WE ACTUALLY en-joyed the fucking mess

oh yes, and we ARE of TWO torn-apart minds regarding it
both let down AND satisfied

to inhabit this in-between world
linking optical/sound image with temporal space

tp produce a creative tension that gives the event momentary life

BUT AS FOR THE IMAGES THEMSELVES FLASHING ON THE TRIPLE SCREENS

at one end of the large salon

or the round control-panel desk in the center where artists bent over
monitors and switches while everyone looked on

oh my God what can you say
what can you say about

a whirling storm of endless
pictures of rich houses and dogs

what can you say about a woman riding around with a dog catcher
giving a dog water out somewhere by the reservoir
and then tracking him with a collar
turning it into

little green symbols on a screen sometime somewhere later....

what can you say about Tijuana with this
in a big room on one forgotten corner of the race track

a pistol on the windowsill, or a pistol
tucked into someone's hairy abdomen

endless repeated photos of those green buds
in little piles, or in a big bagfull,
or perhaps carpet stains like
blood of green marihuana

what can you say for feedback
the crowd just stood and watched
and drank and talked

while, over and over and over
the images flashed on the screen

images over and over and over again on the screen like
some kind of Las Vegas slot machine in three windows
whirring and clicking

and at the the the the the end the end the much vaunted "audience"
Spectator participation well

just a couple cameras pointed at the bar oh look there we are

and in the end nothing more than five artists talking about a dog

and yet

somehow

we really really really liked it anyway

it did create a "tension" in our minds

a sense of disappointment and yet pleasure

a feeling that so much was promised
but only more of the same tecno was delivered

re-circulated, re-cycled pseudo-commercial advertising

when the question came up on the screen WHAT IS LEFT FROM THIS EXPERIENCE of the dog running on the street being filmed and digitally processed into

into something rather remarkable actually

when the question came up on the screen does anything remain from this experience

we had to shout out NOTHING

it has all been transformed

and the dogs are still starving

the men and women are still killing each other

and certainly not for marihuana no
that is just a fly beside the eagle

there is much more monstrous matter of feast in Babylon

yes, it bothers and pleases us both left and right

habló el buey y

dijo mu

no más ese

ese

pero, pues,

aún aplaudimos we still applauded

we enjoyed it

even though everything screamed hey wait a minute this is shit

no shit?

it was, as the metal rockers say, sick.

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Pláticas> Lectures

Próximas fechas> Upcoming dates

Septiembre> September/

27/ 11:00 am/ Penitenciaría de La Mesa, Av. De los Charros y Calle “C” # 140 La Mesa, Tijuana
28/ 7:00 pm/ Instituto de Cultura de Baja California, Av. Centenario #1015, Zona Río, Tijuana
29/ 4:00 pm/ The School of Art, Design and Art History, San Diego State University, San Diego

Mi Casa, Su Casa
Paul Ramírez Jonas

Mi Casa, Su Casa es una serie de pláticas sobre el espacio y las definiciones que lo consignan como espacio ‘abierto’ o espacio ‘cerrado’. Cada plática será seguida de un ejercicio de confianza e intercambio.

Mi Casa, Su Casa is a series of illustrated lectures about space and how we define it as locked or unlocked. Each talk will be followed by an exercise in trust and openness.

want more go there

2. — watching more tv shudder two nights ago I began to write this mess

no creo que nunca pueda escribirlo en español que me disculpas