Farmlab Public Salon Double Feature this Friday…

Urban Permaculture Design and Community: Cultivating Relational Intelligence and Practical Solutions for a Climate-Changing World
Farmlab Public Salon
Kat Steele
Friday, April 13 @ 5pm
Free-of-Charge

Hear from a leader in the next generation of bay area permaculture designers as she shares perspectives on the evolving holistic design system and process. What is this design system? Why is it unique? How can it work in our suburbs and cities? How can Permaculture help address the issues of sustainability and community food security in our urban ecologies? Kat offers living and working examples of how projects integrate permaculture principles with green building, affordable housing, new technologies, green businesses and education, and social and economic justice! Hear how Permaculture can be used to best prepare and respond to the climatic and social transitions that we are facing today. In addition to her own work she’ll screen a short film about the innovative City Repair project of Portland, Oregon and lead a discussion about this evolutionary place-making phenomena

About Kat Steele
Katherine “Kat” Steele is a permaculture activist, designer, educator and founder the Urban Permaculture Guild in Oakland, California. She facilitates workshops on natural building and permaculture as well as publicly speaks about eco-social design, city repair and the power of placemaking. Trained in Ecovillage Design with the Findhorn Foundation of Scotland, Natural Building with Kleiwerks International and Permaculture Design with the Occidental Arts and Ecology Center she also holds an MA in Creative Arts from San Francisco State University. She presently serves on the board of two Bay Area Non Profit Organizations devoted to Peace, Justice and Sustainablity, the NorCal Chapter of Architects, Designers, Planners for Social Responsibility (ADPSR) in Berkeley and Bay Localize in Oakland.

“How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World”
Farmlab Public Salon
Paul Stamets
Friday, April 13 @ 7:30pm
Free-of-Charge

As we are now well engaged in the 6th Major Extinction (“6 X”) on planet Earth, our biosphere is quickly changing, eroding the life support systems that have allowed humans to ascend. Unless we put into action policies and technologies that can cause a course correction in the very near future, species diversity will continue to plummet, with humans not only being the primarily cause, but one of the victims. What can we do? I think fungi, particularly mushrooms, offer some powerful, practical solutions, that can be put into practice now.

Paul Stamets will discuss the evolution of mushrooms in ecosystems and how fungi can help heal environments. As environmental health and human health are inextricably interconnected, fungi offer unique opportunities that capitalize on mycelium’s diverse properties. Forest dwelling mushroom mycelium can achieve the greatest mass of any living organism – this characteristic is a testimonial to its inherent biological power.

Mushroom mycelium can replace chemical pesticides, break down toxic wastes, including petroleum-based products such as diesel, dioxins, and numerous other toxins into non-toxic forms. Understanding mycelium’s production of antibiotics is useful not only to compete with bacteria in nature but has also proven useful for treating animal diseases. Since bacterial can be vectors for viruses, interesting strategies emerge for supporting ecological health using mycelium as ecological medicine.

About a dozen species of medicinal mushrooms will be explored from a historical perspective leading to the clinical studies in which Paul is participating. Moreover, he will discuss his work with the U.S. Departments’ Bioshield BioDefense program, wherein his extracts were the first natural products from hundreds of thousands of samples tested found to be potent inhibitors of pox and other viruses. The field of mushroom-based medicines is rapidly expanding and this talk will show how mycomedicines can be incorporated in daily living to improve the quality of life while protecting the biosphere.

About Paul Stamets
Paul Stamets has written six mushroom-related books. Several are used as textbooks around the world by the gourmet and medicinal mushroom industries. He is the author of many scholarly papers in peer-reviewed journals (The International Journal of Medicinal Mushrooms; Evidence Based Complementary and Alternative Medicine (eCAM, Oxford University Press); Herbalgram, and others).

He has written more than twenty patents. He started a mushroom wholesale and retail sales business, Fungi Perfecti, LLC, in 1980. (See http://www.fungi.com.) The business has four laboratories, 10,000 sq. ft. of clean rooms, and is equipped with 20+ laminar flow benches for doing in vitro propagation work. Paul has received several environmental awards. He is an advisor to the Program of Integrative Medicine at the University of Arizona Medical School, Tucson; on the Editorial Board of The International Journal of Medicinal Mushrooms, and was appointed to the G.A.P./G.M.P. Board of the U.S. Pharmacopoeia. Dr. Andrew recommends his products. Stamets is the supplier and co-investigator of the first two NIH funded clinical studies using medicinal mushrooms in the United States. His strain collection is extensive and unique, with many of the strains coming from old growth forests. He is involved in several other research trials ongoing and pending. Married to Dusty Yao, whose shares a passion for fungi, and their love of the Old Growth forests.

Farmlab Location

Farmlab / Under Spring, 1745 N. Spring Street #4, LA, CA 90012
Across the street from the site of the Not A Cornfield project, in a warehouse colocated at Baker Street and N. Spring Street

Salons are always free-of-charge, all ages welcome.
Refreshments will be served.


This shit has to stop.

from http://balkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-enemy-of-people.html

Sunday, April 08, 2007
Another Enemy of the People?
Mark Graber

I am posting the below with the permission of Professor Walter F. Murphy,
emeritus of Princeton University. For those who do not know, Professor
Murphy is easily the most distinguished scholar of public law in political
science. His works on both constitutional theory and judicial behavior are
classics in the field. Bluntly, legal scholarship that does not engage
many themes in his book, briefly noted below, Constitutional Democracy,
may be legal, but cannot be said to be scholarship. As interesting, for
present purposes, readers of the book will discover that Murphy is hardly
a conventional political or legal liberal. While he holds some opinions,
most notably on welfare, similar to opinions held on the political left,
he is a sharp critic of ROE V. WADE, and supported the Alito nomination.
Apparently these credentials and others noted below are no longer
sufficient to prevent one from becoming an enemy of the people.

“On 1 March 07, I was scheduled to fly on American Airlines to Newark, NJ,
to attend an academic conference at Princeton University, designed to
focus on my latest scholarly book, Constitutional Democracy, published by
Johns Hopkins University Press this past Thanksgiving.

“When I tried to use the curb-side check in at the Sunport, I was denied a
boarding pass because I was on the Terrorist Watch list. I was instructed
to go inside and talk to a clerk. At this point, I should note that I am
not only the McCormick Professor of Jurisprudence (emeritus) but also a
retired Marine colonel. I fought in the Korean War as a young lieutenant,
was wounded, and decorated for heroism. I remained a professional soldier
for more than five years and then accepted a commission as a reserve
office, serving for an additional 19 years.

“I presented my credentials from the Marine Corps to a very polite clerk
for American Airlines. One of the two people to whom I talked asked a
question and offered a frightening comment: ‘Have you been in any peace
marches? We ban a lot of people from flying because of that.’ I explained
that I had not so marched but had, in September, 2006, given a lecture at
Princeton, televised and put on the Web, highly critical of George Bush
for his many violations of the Constitution. ‘That’ll do it,’ the man
said.

“After carefully examining my credentials, the clerk asked if he could
take them to TSA officials. I agreed. He returned about ten minutes later
and said I could have a boarding pass, but added: ‘I must warn you,
they’re going to ransack your luggage.’ On my return flight, I had no
problem with obtaining a boarding pass, but my luggage was ‘lost.’

Airlines do lose a lot of luggage and this ‘loss’ could have been a mere
coincidence. In light of previous events, however, I’m a tad skeptical.

“I confess to having been furious that any American citizen would be
singled out for governmental harassment because he or she criticized any
elected official, Democrat or Republican. That harassment is, in and of
itself, a flagrant violation not only of the First Amendment but also of
our entire scheme of constitutional government. This effort to punish a
critic states my lecture’s argument far more eloquently and forcefully
than I ever could. Further, that an administration headed by two men who
had ‘had other priorities’ than to risk their own lives when their turn to
fight for their country came up, should brand as a threat to the United
States a person who did not run away but stood up and fought for his
country and was wounded in battle, goes beyond the outrageous.
Although
less lethal, it is of the same evil ilk as punishing Ambassador Joseph
Wilson for criticizing Bush’s false claims by ‘outing’ his wife, Valerie
Plaime, thereby putting at risk her life as well as the lives of many
people with whom she had had contact as an agent of the CIA. …

“I have a personal stake here, but so do all Americans who take their
political system seriously. Thus I hope you and your colleagues will take
some positive action to bring the Administration’s conduct to the
attention of a far larger, and more influential, audience than I could
hope to reach.”

"Bliss is our nature. We're like happy campers, flowing with ideas": David Lynch at the NFT.

David Lynch: The American auteur was on stage at the NFT to discuss his oeuvre, his debt to transcendental meditation, the genesis of his latest film, Inland Empire, and why he went on the road with a cow

Thursday February 8, 2007
Guardian Unlimited

Mark Kermode: Just to start things rolling, and this is not specifically connected to Inland Empire which we’ve just seen, but transcendental meditation is a really big thing in your life. The last time we talked, it was entirely about how TM had changed and affected your life. In as much as it is possible to explain this complex subject in a pitifully small amount of time, please explain to us what TM has done for your consciousness and what you believe it’s capable of doing for the greater good?

David Lynch: How many people have heard of TM? Quite a few. Good. TM is a mental technique. It’s an ancient form of meditation that allows any human being to dive within and transcend and experience the unbounded, infinite ocean of pure consciousness. Pure vibrant consciousness, bliss, intelligence, creativity, love, power, energy – all there within. At the base of mind, the base of matter, is this field. And it’s there. Modern science has just discovered the unified field by going deeper and deeper and deeper into matter. And there it was: a field of oneness, unity. They can’t go in there with their instruments and everything, but any human being can go dive within through subtle levels of mind and intellect, transcend and experience this field. When you experience this deepest field, it’s a beautiful experience, and experiencing it enlivens it and you grow in consciousness.

You grow in creativity and intelligence. And the side effect is that negativity starts to recede. Things like hate, anger and depression, sorrow, anxieties – these things start to recede and you live life in more freedom, more flow of ideas, more appreciation and understanding of everything.

It’s so beautiful for working on projects. It’s a field of knowingness – you enliven that and you get this kind of intuitive thing going. It’s so beautiful for the arts, for any walk of life. In Vedic science, this field is called Atma, the self and there’s a line, “Know thyself.” In the Bible they say, “First seek the kingdom of heaven which lies within and all else will be added unto you.” You dive within, you experience this, you unfold it and you’re unfolding totality. The human has this potential and they have names for this potential: enlightenment, liberation, salvation, fulfilment – huge potential for the human being. And we don’t need to suffer. You enliven this thing and you realise that bliss is our nature. We’re like happy campers, flowing with ideas. We’re like little dogs with tails wagging. It’s not a goofball thing, it’s a beautiful full thing, really, really great.

MK: I’m right in thinking that your relationship with that has mirrored your film-making career – you started TM around the same time that you were making Eraserhead, is that right?

DL: That’s correct.

MK: And it’s something that you’ve done throughout your career?

DL: Yes.

MK: So the question that’s always asked is, if TM creates positiveness and all the things you’ve talked about – and I can see that it genuinely does – some people might ask what about all the darkness that’s in your films?

DL: Exactly. We are all different at the surface and one at the core, unity. We are one world family. On the surface, different – I like this, you don’t like this. And we catch ideas. Sometimes, we catch an idea that we fall in love with. And if it’s a cinema idea, we see what cinema could do to that idea and we’re rolling. Stories hold conflict and contrast, highs and lows, life and death, and the human struggle and all kinds of things. But the artist doesn’t have to suffer to show suffering. You gotta understand it. You don’t have to die to do a death scene. You just have to understand it in your own way, but understanding is the thing, understand this suffering, this anger, this character. And you go like that.

I thought when I started meditation that I was going to get real calm and peaceful and it’s going to be over. It’s not that way, it’s so energetic. That’s where all the energy and creativity is. Everything that is a thing has emerged out of this field. So it’s tremendous creativity. And you don’t lose your edge, you get more, stronger feeling for something and it can be magnified. And you don’t get sleepy and laidback in this kind of flat-line peace. It’s a dynamic peace. It’s very powerful, it’s where all the power is. So the thing is you can make all these stories but you’re separate from it. And that’s the key.

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"Net Loss" by Douglas Rushkoff

(intended for publication in the cancelled Arthur Vol. 1, No. 26 [March 2007])

NET LOSS
by Douglas Rushkoff

I’m a bit down on the Internet these days.

Sure, a lot of it has to do with that obsequiously pandering Time magazine cover—the one with the little mirror on it telling us all that each of us is the “person of the year.” That is, each of us connected to the Internet and throwing our photos and personal consumer histories up on the web for everyone to see. We’re supposedly undergoing a revolution because now, instead of paying for movie tickets, we can pay for computers, hard drives and access time—often to the very same media conglomerate we think we’re ripping off.

And some of my misgivings have to do with a recent mistake I made myself, posting to my weblog the fact that I had gotten mugged, and how that had caused me to reflect on my own participation in the gentrification of my part of Brooklyn. Diehard Brooklynites (no doubt harboring mixed feelings about whoever they may have displaced in order to live here and make it “cool” instead) went on something of a rampage against me, posting all sorts of nonsense on bulletin boards about how Rushkoff was leaving Park Slope because he’d got mugged. A few real-world newspapers even quoted fake postings in the comments section of my blog, mistakenly attributing those posts to me.

Adding insult to injury, some Zionist extremists (or their paid online shills) who don’t like me took the opportunity to create a “sock mob” effect —a term I coined to describe how one or two people can post dozens or even hundreds of comments online under different pseudonyms to make it look like there’s a mob of people agreeing to hate a particular person or idea. (Think Swift Boat Veterans, on a much smaller scale.)

So the Internet—the place where I actually grew up as a thinker and writer—was no longer a safe place for me to engage with others about the ideas that are most personally important to me. Even the “discussion” in the unmoderated comments section of my blog could at a moment’s notice turn as mean, vitriolic and ultimately fake as any conversation taking place anywhere online. The Internet didn’t elevate our discourse—it left us in the same pit we were in to begin with. In fact, the ability to conceal one’s identity, combined with the ability to attack others without ever looking them in the eye, has made discourse on the Internet even more prone to cruelty than in real life.

Meanwhile, on a daily basis, my inbox fills with messages from people I know and people I don’t. Everyone expects an answer from me the same way they expect an answer from the customer service department of the Gap. At least from me they get one. But am I making the most considered response I can? Of course not— for the most part, I’m simply trying to get through the stack of email and respond as sufficiently as necessary. But that’s not the way I want to interact with anyone—even if they’re treating me like the complaints desk. And it undermines the quality of the remaining exchanges with people whose queries really do merit consideration and response.

And all this keyboard activity has become quite draining. Back in the ’90s, I would log off the Well or a Usenet board feeling exhilarated by what I had learned and who I had “met.” Today I can’t get off the Internet fast enough. It’s as if my very chi is being absorbed by this pulsing datastructure—an avatar of the combined will of both humanity and the marketplace on each one of us.

We can’t help but want to respond when people reach out to us by email or on a discussion board—after all, there’s a real person on the other end of each transmission. But for me, anyway, it feels as if the transmissions themselves have been stripped of all prana—of all the nutrients otherwise associated with organic exchange. Think of the difference between teaching a person in a real bar how to play pool, and describing to someone in an email “how to play pool.” Almost the same information can be exchanged, but without any contact. Now, it’s not the lechery of live pool instruction I miss. Not exactly. What I miss is what one gets back during an exchange in person. The joy, the contact, the full range of subtle communication, is gone.

I’d argue that the data we’re exchanging —from pool lessons to political theories—are themselves just media for our social interactions. Yes, it’s great to have a cause to rally around, but for the most part these causes are excuses to rally. In our highly rational, highly time-pressured schedules, we need excuses to be with each other, from the woman taking a French class in the hopes of finding a husband to the guy taking yoga to check out girls in tight sweats. Somehow, the Internet convinces us that the content we’re exchanging is the end in itself—when it’s actually just a means to an end. And that end will never be found online.

I’ve been saying since the late ’80s—before the Internet really existed—that our networks are not a thing in themselves. They are a trial run, a social experiment: a way of practicing collective social engagement so that we might see whether or not such a thing is possible in real life. The Internet of the early to mid-’90s really was such a collaborative space, and a few of the projects that remain from those days, from Wikipedia to Craig’s List, still bear some resemblance to that earliest ethos of provisional collectivism.

But Wikipedia has now fallen victim, to some extent, to politicians and others with agendas, who change entries about their opposition to make them look bad. And Craig’s List has become increasingly difficult to patrol for scams and ruthless profiteers. Each organization has to spend more time and resources preventing abuse than it does doing the thing it originally set out to do. And that’s pretty much the definition of the “point of diminishing returns.”

I’m not signing off the Internet just yet. I need it for all the same reasons all of us do. But I no longer assume as much about the experiences I’m going to have online as I used to. I don’t take for granted the existence of a community on the other side the screen. I don’t read my email before my morning coffee—I wait until I’ve got my best psychological defense mechanisms in place. I don’t socialize online; I make appointments to socialize (as time allows these days) offline in some real place. Or even on the phone, which feels intimate compared to the asynchronous communication via computer screen.

I still refuse to believe the experiment in developing a virtual culture has failed. Even if the Internet doesn’t foster the gentle, compassionate, and open-minded society we might like to see in the real world, its descent into heated polarities, exhibitionism and profiteering should serve as an example of how even our best intentions can be undone. It makes us aware of how easily manipulated we are, how prone we are to excitation of the basest kind and how desperately we want attention from others. That is, each of the things we may dislike about the Internet—from its extreme forms of marketing to the cruelty and humiliation that pass as entertainment—are merely exaggerations of our tendencies in real life. But the Internet allows those tendencies to be rebroadcast and absorbed by us as if they were real—and they go on to influence the actions of individuals, organizations, corporations and governments in the real world.

People see an erroneous, venomous post somewhere, and can’t help but take in some part of that sentiment as justified or factual. Hell, I’m still getting emails from friends asking why I’m moving to Long Island, or why I denied the Holocaust—both completely fictitious constructions of anonymous Internet users that nevertheless trickle back out from the virtual world into the real one. A music reviewer I know became the recipient of death threats by phone and email after a band whose album she panned invited its fans—via their website—to go on the rampage. And we writers are a hell of a lot less victimized by these sorts of fabrications than the artists, scholars and activists who really stick their necks out, from Paul Krugman and Noam Chomsky to Tony Kushner and Al Gore.

The more monstrous thought-forms constructed online needn’t be allowed to feed back into the real world any more than the monsters of our nightmares need to invade our waking lives. They only lead to equally artificial extremes of thought and behavior — dangerously divorced from local, organic and social moderation. They grow into false polarities like the red-state/blue-state divide; they foment antagonism over religion and race; and they give license to the most ruthless marketers and profiteers.

Rather, we must remember that the expressions thriving in the online universe have been divorced of their connection to the flesh, the heart, and the neo-cortex.

Consumed in their raw form, many of them are toxic.


BULL TONGUE 26 by Byron Coley and Thurston Moore

(intended for publication in the cancelled Arthur Vol. 1, No. 26 [March 2007])

Bull Tongue 26
The Top 80 of 2006

1. GOTHENBURG BLOOD CULT – New tape label out of Sweden bartering in ultra hell noise. Check out the compilation Fuck Money, Fuck Life w/ grinding hardcore spew from Maniac Cop , Ochu , and Treriksroset . Sweden’s such a beatific place, it’s hard to figure the gore mania the noise scene there is so preoccupied with.

2. SAME BAND – Boxed Set 10 CD box (Disques Dual) Amazing documentation of a Portland, ME combo who existed in an oddball universe akin to some of the best just-pre-punk weirdos. They came along later than bands like MX-80 Sound, but manifest a similar vibe, which makes sense because their roots are in combos first formed in 1968 or. Part free form, part Zappa, part punk, this is rural-experimental fuckeroo of the highest order. Includes some DVD video footage, interviews, a great booklet of fliers and pics, and is contained inside a most lovely wooden box. During their lifetime they cut only one LP and one 45, but this set (recorded between ’77 & ’80) captures a brilliant, beautiful strangeness.

3. SIC ALPS – Pleasures and Treasures LP (Animal Disguise) It’s time for Sic Alps to fully bust out. An incredible raw psychedelia is being played here and after a couple of down low tapes on Folding and Animal Disguise we’re steamy mouthed listening to their first LP (which is basically an early version of the band w/ the awesome Bianca Sparta of Erase Errata .)

4. DESPERATE MAN BLUES DVD – director: Edward Gillan (Dust to Digital) Nice to have a DVD of this great documentary on Joe Bussard , plus another featurette, King of the Record Collectors , and other bonus stuff. Bussard is a stone gas, grooving around his basement amidst one of the finest collections of pre-war 78s ever assembled. A few nice archival shots of Fahey , too. And the stories are hilarious.

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Erik Davis, Walter Murch, more at BLDG BLOG San Francisco

From Erik Davis (author of the Joanna Newsom profile in Arthur V1 N25):

“This Saturday in SF I will be participating in an eclectic symposium brought to you by Chronicle Books and Geoff Manaugh’s supernifty BLDGBLOG:

when: Sat 4.7 (2:30-5pm)
where: California College of the Arts (1111 8th St, 415.551.9210)
price: FREE
details: http://bldgblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/bldgblog-chronicle-books-present.html

BLDGBLOG’s founding editor Geoff Manaugh has pulled together a group of speakers as comprehensive and engaging as his design blog. This interdisciplinary conversation on architecture and landscape unites people from various, sometimes surprising, backgrounds. Walter Murch, film editor and sound mixer for pictures like Apocalypse Now (1979) and the Godfather trilogy, presents original research on how Rome’s Pantheon influenced Copernicus, while author Erik Davis explores mysticism and spirituality in California’s architectural landscapes. Architect Lisa Iwomoto’s show-and-tell displays her firm’s newest technologies along with digital models for housing projects, and Rebar Group founders John Bela and Matthew Passmore discuss collaborative and public design such as their COMMONspace project. “


At home with Alejandro Jodorowsky

‘I’m the last crazy artist’

Thanks to the end of a bitter 30-year feud, the deranged, gruesome movies of Alejandro Jodorowsky are finally hitting the big screen. Xan Brooks meets the director of El Topo

Thursday April 5, 2007
The Guardian

Alejandro Jodorowsky, the one-time king of the midnight movie, can still be seen every night at the witching hour – but only on Spanish TV. This white-bearded 78-year-old has a new sideline presenting “… and finally” items on the nightly news. He scours the papers and websites for these heartwarming little snippets and then records them in a block; 30 every month. “The planet is ill, everyone knows that,” he says. “But I need to be optimistic, otherwise I would just be adding to the negativity. So every night I come on Madrid TV and read a piece of good news.”

These days Jodorowsky has a snippet of his own to report. The director recently ended his 30-year feud with Allen Klein, the hardball executive who once managed the Beatles. It was Klein who helped promote the US release of El Topo – America’s original “midnight movie” – and it was Klein who stumped up the funds for its extravagant follow-up, The Holy Mountain. And, when the two men fell out, it was Klein who yanked both films out of circulation. But now the world finally has the chance to judge them afresh.

I meet Jodorowsky at his Paris apartment, in a book-lined room patrolled by cats. “Are you afraid of cats?” he asks. “Some people are.” He explains that he lives alone but has a woman – a new woman – moving in with him soon and that he is having the place repainted in readiness. “Five cats and a woman. That is all I need in life.” His grin exposes a spectacular set of teeth. They can’t be real, but maybe they are. With Jodorowsky it’s sometimes hard to separate the fact from the fiction.

Jodorowsky’s life reads like the plot of a magic-realist novel. He was born in Chile, of Ukrainian-Jewish descent, but abandoned his family “because my father was a monster, and my mother was as well”. Alighting in Paris in the 1950s, he studied mime with Marcel Marceau and directed Maurice Chevalier in music hall. Relocating to Mexico, he founded an avant-garde theatre group and scandalised the Catholic priests, who believed he was holding black mass orgies in the cathedral. “In Mexico they want to kill me!” he exclaims. “A soldier held a gun to my chest!”

In 1970, he directed El Topo, a deranged peyote western that some have interpreted as a metaphor for the Old and New Testaments. It starred himself as a cold-blooded gunslinger in rabbinical black, and his son, Brontis, buck-naked apart from a Stetson. El Topo came to the attention of John Lennon who hailed it as a counter-culture masterpiece. Lennon introduced the film in New York, where it later played in special midnight screenings for almost a year. He also convinced Klein to stump up $1m for Jodorowsky’s next production. And that’s where the trouble began.

I watch El Topo and it stands up pretty well; a shotgun wedding of Sergio Leone and Federico Fellini: primal and pretentious in about equal measure. Then I watch The Holy Mountain and it’s as though the world has gone widescreen. It’s astonishing, outlandish; unlike anything made before or since. The plot concerns a thief who meets an alchemist (Jodorowsky again) and embarks on a quest for immortality. Yet the movie comes riddled with extraordinary setpieces. The most notable of these depicts the conquest of Mexico, re-enacted with chameleons dressed up as Aztecs and toads playing the Conquistadors. “Klein hated The Holy Mountain,” says Jodorowsky ruefully. “He think I am crazy.”

Matters reached a head when the director bailed out of Klein’s next project, The Story of O. “I did not want to make a sexual film, because I am a feminist. So Klein says, ‘OK, if you don’t want to make this picture I will take your other pictures and no one will ever see them again’. And that’s what he did. He took all the copies and he retired them.” For three decades, the films existed only as poor quality bootlegs, which Jodorowsky would collect and circulate among his nearest and dearest.

The front door bangs and a woman enters the room. “This is my ex-wife,” he explains breezily. “We are very good friends.” It turns out that the former Mrs Jodorowsky has dropped by with some magazine clippings. More good news for his TV broadcasts.

Two years ago, Jodorowsky learned that the El Topo negative had been discovered in a laboratory in Mexico. His first thought was to release it off his own back. Finally he decided to contact his old enemy and the pair agreed to meet in London. “For 30 years I hate Klein and he hate me,” he recalls. “I thought I should take a weapon in case he wants to kill me. Then the hotel door opened and there was this little old man with white hair, just like mine. He said, ‘You are not a monster. You are beautiful’. And the whole thing, all that hate, was finished in 10 seconds.” Jodorowsky later supervised the re-mastering of both El Topo and The Holy Mountain. Finally, he says, he has the films exactly as he wants them.

These days he has found a fresh lease of life writing comic books and studying the tarot. He says the tarot has helped him make peace with his past and become a better father. He now returns to Chile to give readings for the president, Michelle Bachelet. He even has the photo to prove it. “That’s her,” he says. “Admiring me.”

Jodorowsky calls himself “the world’s last crazy artist”. But in terms of film-making he is now a king without a kingdom. He shot his last picture, The Rainbow Thief, as a hack-for-hire back in 1990 and has since disowned it. He still dreams of making a gangster picture starring Nick Nolte and Marilyn Manson but he can’t quite raise the cash.

In the wake of The Holy Mountain he embarked on an abortive attempt to adapt Frank Herbert’s Dune (later made by David Lynch). When the backers pulled the plug, several members of Jodorowsky’s core creative team jumped ship to work on Ridley Scott’s Alien – reportedly taking many of the film’s ideas with them. More recently his comic-book editor launched an unsuccessful lawsuit against Luc Besson. It was alleged that The Fifth Element was heavily indebted to Jodorowsky’s comic-book series, The Incal.

Jodorowsky insists he is happy, not embittered, when others do use his ideas. “They like me and they copy me,” he says. “That is very flattering.”

Out of the blue he tells a tale from the past, from his bad old days in Mexico City. He explains that the winner of a cockfight is judged to be the last bird standing – the one that does not put its beak to the ground. But some cocks are so ferocious they literally die on their feet, with their beaks inclined towards the sky. Meanwhile, the other bird survives a little longer, staggering drunkenly for a spell before expiring in the dirt. According to the rules, this bird “loses” and the other bird “wins”. Belatedly I realise Jodorowsky is talking about himself. “I want to live to be 120,” he says. “But of course I am getting old. And yet even if I die, the ideas live on. And that way I continue.” He points his head to the ceiling and bares that terrific set of teeth. In that brief moment they look as real as real can be.

· El Topo is out on Friday, and a retrospective is at the NFT, London, April 5-19. The Jodorowsky DVD collection is released on May 14


Karl Rove Starts to Get What's Coming to Him

(April 3, 2007) WASHINGTON – White House aide Karl Rove came face to face with angry protesters after speaking to the Young Republican Club at American University Tuesday night, with about 20 students lying down in front of his car.

Student Josh Goodman told The Washington Post other students kicked Rove’s car, “and tried to stop it as best they could.”

Goodman, an AU junior, said he and others wanted to make a “citizens arrest” of the presidential adviser.

This is exclusive eyewitness video of the incident. This low-res video was captured on a cell phone.

SLY STONE PLAYS LIVE IN VEGAS…

From the Apr. 02, 2007 Las Vegas Review-Journal:

IN CONCERT: Sly comes in from the cold

Funkster rejoins Family one stiff step at a time

By JASON BRACELIN

Who: Sly and the Family Stone
When: Saturday
Where: Flamingo Showroom
Attendance: 700 (est.)
Grade: C+

The suspense was as thick as the rock ’em sock ’em bass lines, the purring organ, the militant horns and the vague sense of disbelief.

Sly and the Family Stone was working up a sweat without its namesake, digging into tunes with enough force to rattle the ice cubes in your drink.

First came “Dance to the Music,” an exuberant romp with high-stepping guitar licks.

Then came “Everyday People,” an egalitarian anthem that quickens heart rates like caffeine does.

There was “Hot Fun in the Summer Time,” but there was no Sly.

Even the trombonist took a turn at the mic at one point.

Fifteen minutes in, the crowd began to grow as restless as the band’s shifty rhythms.

It looked as if this dry run for a possible reunion tour from this storied bunch would be really dry. Parched, in fact.

But then there he was, all aglitter, looking like a perspiring gemstone, like he’d been covered in an imploded disco ball.

Sporting a bright-red sequined jacket, oversized shades and shiny black boots, the notoriously reclusive Sly Stone materialized like the ghost of R&B’s past, a funk forebear who’s finally come out of hiding.

Ambling onstage with a pump of the fist, Sly leaned into his keyboard hard and gripped the mic with both hands, as if he were strangling the life out of a mortal enemy.

Beginning with a loose-limbed waltz, Sly slowly worked himself into the set, seemingly acknowledging his initial stiffness.

“Is anyone here as old as me?” Sly, 64, asked with a sigh and a chuckle. “It’s been a long day.”

It was an unlikely setting for a comeback like this. The band performed at the cozy Flamingo Showroom after comedian George Wallace’s show.

“Tonight, we’re makin’ history here,” Wallace announced before Sly and Co. took the stage.

That may be a bit of a stretch.

Sly’s voice didn’t shine nearly as bright as his wardrobe, and he was occasionally out of sync with the rest of the band, struggling to keep pace, like a runner with a pulled hamstring.

Still, he seemed to be enjoying the moment, stomping his feet to the beat, gesticulating like a cop directing traffic.

“I want to thank you for the party,” he sang. “I want to thank you for letting me be myself.”

Throughout his relatively brief time on stage, Sly was loose and good-humored, flashing the ever-ready smile of a used car salesman, attempting to explain his long absence from the public eye. Except for a brief appearance at the Grammys last year, Sly hadn’t performed with the band since the late ’80s.

“I been makin’ babies,” he announced.

Back in action, Sly and his band mates roared through standards like “Family Affair” with the emphasis on torque, rather than finesse.

Then there was a climactic “I Want to Take You Higher,” rendered a boisterous jam with some furious sax playing and Sly karate-chopping the air as the crowd danced in the aisles.

Shortly thereafter, Sly would wave goodbye to the crowd a final time while the band played on.

And then this grinning specter swiftly returned to the shadows from whence he came.


From the LAS VEGAS SUN – April 2:

John Katsilometes on how George Wallace aligned the stars to coerce one big star to perform at Flamingo Las Vegas

On April Fools’ Day, George Wallace had the best “gotcha” of all.

“April Fools! Sly Stone showed up!” Wallace said with a loud laugh on Sunday, which was not just April Fools’ Day but a day after Wallace beat the odds by booking the latest version of Sly and The Family Stone for a performance at the Flamingo Las Vegas Showroom. The one-out performance followed Wallace’s usual 10 p.m. (or in this case, 10:30 p.m.) stand-up act at before a packed house of about 500.

Amid widespread skepticism that the performance would not transpire, Stone did show up as promised, sauntering onstage after his band played a four-song medley and moving like a bedazzled praying mantis. Stone, still mischievous at age 64, dressed for the occasion, donning a black sequined suit with black platform shoes and red heels, a red sequined shirt, a black belt with a giant rectangular plate reading “Sly,” a black stocking cap, a neck brace and big, white Dolce & Gabbana shades.

That neck brace was not for show, and is a serious concern. Ken Roberts, Stone’s original manager who worked with the artist from 1968-74, said during the show that for the past two years Stone has had a growth on the back of his neck that has gone untreated because Stone fears visiting a doctor. Thus, he was hunched over like a question mark and appeared uncommonly frail.

Nonetheless, Stone stayed for about half an hour, poking at the synthesizer and running through many of the band’s funk anthems, including “Stand,” “Family Affair,” “Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)” “If You Want Me To Stay” and “Higher.” His voice was strong and he seemed charged up at the experience, even moving to the edge of the stage to greet his amped-up fans.

According to Roberts, it was Stone’s first Vegas show since a 1972 appearance at the Las Vegas Convention Center . Stone’s long history of cocaine addiction, erratic behavior and arrests stemming from a combination of the two had reduced him to a virtual recluse for two decades. But Wallace doggedly pursued the artist, primarily through Stone’s sister and backup vocalist Vet , to perform in the same capacity as have Jerry Seinfeld, Cedric the Entertainer, Chris Tucker and Earl Turner, among others, as part of Wallace’s showcase.

Of course, Stone is a special case, and Wallace kept track of the funk master until the rest of the band hit town Saturday afternoon. One source said Wallace spent much of Saturday telling a hung-over Stone jokes to keep him pacified, but Wallace said he was only making sure the performer was “kept comfortable” in his suite.