This is your daily Brain Hurting:

Remember when Jeffery Rowland said Andrew WK was an angel who was kicked out of Heaven for partying too hard & sentenced to Party for all time?

I think this may be Literally True.

BEHOLD! Andrew WK in a trenchant, eloquent discussion of Bach's "Brandenburg Concerto: Allegro."

You're welcome.

Birthday Ritual: The Goal

I have often said that people exist, at least in part, as the crux of other people's perceptions of them. The images and ideas that other people have of you, in their heads, rebound back to you, and inform what you think of yourself. Shared memories and experiences, hatreds and differences of opinions, fights over stupid shit and hours laughing at phrases like "Cranberry Juice! God DAMN it!" all generate identity.

I have said, not quite as often, that a person who could access the abilities and attributes of Their Selves which reside in the minds of others, and create a contiguous, dynamic Self out of the pieces would be opened to a vast wealth of power, both efficacious and symbolic.

At every intersection of Myself and You, there is a shared, strange view and a juxtaposed amalgamation, a reversal of perspective, and I create a You, and You create a Me.

The Goal of this ritual is manifold:

1) To create a combination of ingredients made from trinkets and rememberances of You-And-Me

2) To access all of the Me's you all have in your heads through said process of physical desrtuction, combination, and mental symbolic resonant access.

3) To amass the property of the access and application of the Finding and Combination and Concatenation of Selves in a sandy, powdery mixture, with which one could provide/impose Introspective Clarity.

4) To give everyone involved the clear, neon-flashing opportunity to experience and access the same properties, for themselvea, if only brefly.

5) Unintended Consequences/Wiggle Room.

Questions? Comments? Blank, frightened stares?