Specific Obscene Enjoyment

On Facebook, some degenerates who I know have added an app that tells you your ten most-used words. Accurately, a friend described El Jefe's as resembling an angry haiku.
Now, I - and you too; hell, all of us - would love to know what my words are. But I refuse to let FB all up in my Face by adding stuff.



Instead, I present the following accidental poems. Stochastic or Tyche-type Poesy. These are quotes that begin and end the passages that I wanted my students to read. I didn't write them out so that they would make rad short bits;
BUT THEY DID because this is exactly the kind of RAnDom (=rad+random, see?) stuff that intrudes into my life.

‘There I had already learned…message was “I don’t care”.’
‘This notion of the imaginary…not being part of American reality.’
‘What if, then, there is no ‘normal role’?...or not in the expected way.’
'Is that why so many examples…take the risk and have a position.’
'In combination with psychoanalysis…threatening to explode.’

‘With the logic of Real-as-impossible…between the object and das Ding.’
‘Your analysis of contemporary…void filled by appearances.’
‘By the late 1980s profound…there is no way out for them.’
‘In your work you have…even more radical and intrusive.’

‘the problematic of Franz Fanon…potentially redemptive disciplinary drive.’
‘And in contemporary…racist, chauvinist or whatever.’
‘And against this abstract machine…the eyes of its own people.’
‘This idea of de facto closure…justifies absolute ruthlessness.’
‘On the other hand…specific obscene enjoyment.’


I taught Slavoj Zizek for my last weeks of class. It seemed to go well.
Partly because I soft-pedaled some of the more difficult ideas.
Partly because I taught Zizek as if he were Freud. Concepts like the Oedipus complex (You want to f**k your Mother! You will kill, and then supplant, your father!
Stop thinking those asterisks look like buttholes, you pervert!)
are not that hard to grasp, although they may be a little hard to swallow.


Stop It!

The WRapper

I was The Wrapper Xmas gifts today, and it reminded me of this song.
"The Rapper" by Jaggerz.
The name (of the song) is misleading, and
the name (of the group) don't make no sense at all.



The name: because it is not about hip-hop- the song is from 1970, before hip-hop-rapping. They mean a guy who spits game at girls. He tries to pick up on all the ladies ... with sexy results ... Which makes for some funny lines in the song.
The group: because they didn't want to be confused with another band called The Jaggers, and Jaggerz really sets you apart from The Jaggers.
("s" and "z" are even right next to each other on the keyboard, making it easy to type them wrong. And while they didn't have personal computers in 1970, they did have typewriters: likewise QWERTY.
Lest you forget that bit of our technological past, for we are still haunted by the ghosts of technology past.)
Now, if they pronounced it "Yaygers", like Jaegermeister, maybe I can see a difference. I have a tie with the Jaegermeister symbol on it; oddly it is the symbol for patron saints of hunting. Jaeger means hunter auf Deutsch. Why anyone would put either a saintly symbol on a tie or a liquor brand symbol on a tie is beyond me.
(for formal deer hunts?) (for Rapping at 'classy broads'?)

Wikipedia 'clarifies' thus: "The Jaggerz had completed their evolution into how they are most known." Ah yes, I see, of course. The article also helpfully distinguishes between their Golden Age and their Waning Years, despite the fact that the article affirms their status as One Hit Wonders. Of course, I see, yes.


Please note that the chorus of this song is truly a delight.
Please note also that I do not know why the background video is something from the ABC Family channel. And, no, I can't tell who is dating who in the video either.


I won't say what I wrapped, even though the people I am giving to don't read my blog. They can use computers; these family members are not that old. But, I think they may not have been told of the giant excursion into S O U N D that is this blog yet.

RAPPER!

"500 Miles" : Away From Home

I am more than 500 miles away from home; but I will be returning soon. For Xmas, yep.



<{([ Download a version of above song here ])}>
or find many many different versions of this standard on YouTube here



Note that this is not The Proclaimers song, "(I'm Gonna Be) 500 Miles". That's a different tune. Of course, this is itself a song that is different from itself: the YouTube clip is from country legend Bobby Bare (not Booby Bare- that means something completely different...), but the download is an even better version by Leon Bibb.
I had to post a different clip, because what I have on vinyl, does not even exist upon the whole wide worldwide internet.
Believe It!
I will eventually try to put some of the album I have ("Encore!") on YouTube someday. But that seems like a bit much planning and execution for today. But, the task grows ever-more pressing... as more "pressings" that I want to put up are not put up by other people. (haha- "pressings": that's lingo for records!)
Other people: So Lazy!
(not this guy, though: his was the only site I could find with pictures of the album I have. I like him. He is German, and you noticed that the Bobby Bare had German subtitles...)

I thought the lyrics said, "If you miss me when I'm gone, you will know that I am gone..."
( In fact, they say "If you miss the train I'm on, ... " )
I took the first lyrics to be sort of smart-ass. Like, well, if you don't miss me now, when I'm really gone, boy-howdy-by-golly, then you'll sure 'nuff start to miss me. But the song isn't a breakup song, so those lyrics wouldn't work well anyhow. Plus, that just ain't what the man said.



Speakin' a what a man said, click on the above pic for a bigger version; you can read all about Bibb there. Great verbiage like "separates the man from the boys", "concertizing", "has also appeared at most of the major nightclubs in the United States and Canada." "Most" of the venues in North America: that is a lot of concertizing!
So often, Bibb must have been 500 miles away from home.

Ideological Pubic Hair: Zizek Enjoins you to Kill All Hippies

Yes, I'm deferring grading, and my super-ego is raging about it.
But you can take a little break with me. Watch the YouTube video below. It is Slavoj Zizek, talking about toilets and pubic hair, and how they both reinforce (or at least symbolize) ideological constraints.
No, honestly, that's what he says.



and yes, I am teaching him, and themes just like these, in my class. Right now -yesterday, tomorrow, which added together are today- in my introduction to philosophy class.
I got the book for free too: B O O M .
I said for a while too that I must be Zizek's secret (whoops, typed "sextet": Freudian Slip!) love child. Because we are both hyper.
I also declared, since he has a bit of a tic where he touches his nose all the time, that he had sucessfully passed through oral, anal, AND phallic stages. Where does that put him?

The Nasal Phase!