Get this, DJ Hawk shows up at Elwood’s last night, and one of his crates contains 64 different James Brown records. How could his set not be dope. Of course, superior firepower alone does not promise victory. A superior general must have strategy and tactics. The Hawk made it happen. A great set and a fitting tribute to the Man.
After the party we wound up back at Dan and Trish’s place to cook up a late night breakfast. And to indulge in a seasonal Canadian tradition:
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After we ate I was looking at the Internet and that is when I read about the execution of Saddam Hussein.
I’m not normally the type to empathize with cruel dictators; there is no reason why I should do so. But as I read the article, the details… it all felt very real to me. I could feel myself being led up the steps, feel the scratch of a rope sliding around my neck.
A man’s final moments of life. Nausea rose in my throat. A vein started to pulse in my temple with a headache heartbeat.
Consider the art of the hangman. If the drop is too short, the victim’s neck won’t be cleanly snapped. Death will be a protracted and messy affair.
But if the rope is too long, there’s a chance the convict’s head will be pulled right off. And I’ve always thought that if I had to be executed, that’s how I would want to go. Decapitation by an incompetent hangman. It would be like one big, final fuck-you.
Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard, I could kill ten men while you’re fooling around! –Last words of serial killer Carl Panzram.
When I woke up this morning my headache had turned into a full-blown migraine. I was hot and shivering, fists pressed into my eye sockets. My head impaled on a metal rod.
The air in the bedroom flickered with a silver scent, the metallic sweat of sickness.
Stick my skull in a bucket of ice. Save it for some future generation.
In a futuristic white laboratory, the scientists of Islam are doing experiments in an attempt to figure out what went wrong. They are trying to revive a lost art: to find the mind’s construction in the face.
I was looking at the calendar. Robin has been dead now for longer than we knew each other. But this is about more than that.
It surprised me too, I had a similar reaction to Saddam’s final moments, actually wondering what it would feel like, whether one deserves it or not, just thinking, these are my last moments, life as I know/knew it is over. Any regrets? Would he have had any? I don’t know.
wow. I sort of assumed you had known each other for longer, mostly because of how important (it seemed to me that) you were.
Sorry I missed you at that show; I had unexpected visitors that night. Also, I didn’t know about the other SJ show!