Here are some of the photos of our wee sojourn to the Cyclades. We are on the island of Syros. Very nice here. This is our 4th summer here, guests of our friend Eleni. I was particularly fond of swimming in the city in the beautiful Neo-classical area called Vaporia where the posh people used to park their boats.
I should have known better. I was exhorted daily by wordpress and by google to upgrade my wordpress installation from 3.2 to the current 3.4. I finally succumbed to the pressure, the very next day after completing a laborious cut and paste process of importing my ancient html text based blog into the fabric of wordpress. Naturally, all hell broke loose. I knew this would happen but I went ahead and did it anyway.
The upshot of it was that after the installation of the upgrade, nothing worked. I felt actual panic take hold, as if in the face of a tangible threat to my well being. I combed the net for advice, I read through the code on the php pages, I ran around in circles. I synched one line in a database table and a php page and this gave me access to the dashboard, but there was still no blog. Finally, I just uploaded my old local copy back up to the server by ftp. That was it. I lost one background color that I had inserted into the config file, but all was mostly well.
One stupid plugin, a twitter cross posting plugin and another facebook cross posting one started a cross posting loop which I had to eradicate manually. I think I have done that now. I think all is well again. damn.
After that last post, I saw all of these flash movies that I labored for hours to embed in the banners of mundoblaineo. Then, I grew weary of them and cast them off like a betamax videocassette onto the ash heap of modernity. Here, they swirl and bubble and pop one last time for all to see.
I have been working on the archive of the Mundoblaineo Site News. These were bulletins I sent out via Bravenet mailing lists to an assortment of my friends from around the world. This was the labored form my blog took until I became aware the others had coded easier ways to post journal entries online. We forget how new all of this blogging and social networking and twittering really is.
I have left this page largely untouched for curatorial reasons, including my flirtation with ascii graphics. I did this because many of my subscribers were unable or unwilling to see HTML in their email. There is some good stuff buried in there, including the lyrics to The Beverly Hillbillies theme and much more.
Below is the exciting flash animated marquee from this page that I assembled after hours of work with macromedia flash. I then forgot how to to do this.
Here is an interview I recently did for this online magazine.
ˈmyü-zikBLAINE REININGER: TUXEDOMOON Sitting in the small town of Pueblo, Colorado, Blaine Reininger knew he lived on the edge of nowhere-yet found a home within his inceptious thoughts. With Eureka moments and cosmic catalysts, Blaine soon found himself with ejections of head-fantasies that yearned to court the tangible.
Today, August 12, marks the 6th anniversary for Maria and I not smoking. We began the process of weaning ourselves from this pointless addiction in 2006, pasting nicotine patches to our skin, throwing away cigarettes and cigarette paraphenalia, following the instructions I found on the web for successful cessation.
I am so pleased about this. I am inordinately proud. It is strange to glory in a negative accomplishment, ceasing a practice that should never have begun, but I do anyway. I feel like the governor called with a stay of execution, like school ended early, like I have been issued a get out of jail free card. If nothing else, I now have more money to spend on things like musical equipment. My cigarette habit cost in the thousands of euros per year. I am also free of the necessity of going out in the snow, the rain, late at night seeking tobacco. My fingers and teeth are no longer yellow. My clothes don’t smell like an ashtray. My kisses are sweet.
Tobacco addiction, like most chemical addictions is a plot to enslave us. The producers of addictive drugs seek to control our bodies and minds and to appropriate our resources to fund their own lust for wealth and power. It is the ultimate irony that tobacco companies now seek to addict the ‘rebel’ element in society by implanting messages all over the mass culture that smoking is for the hip, the intelligent, those who think for themselves, when it is precisely those people they seek to enslave and eliminate from society.
Take Yul Brynner’s advice, meine kinder, mes enfants. Don’t smoke.
In this video, we see representative clips of the great variety of street musicians in Athens. We take an upbeat tone, edited for ease on the mind, leaving out the gangrenous swollen legs of the begging junkies and all of that because it’s a drag. Here is the kind of Balkan weirdness Athens is best at.
On this day, July 15, 1998 JJ La Rue (nee Janet Beth Shulnes) left this shabby film set and set about continuing the rest of her journey somewhere we cannot know. She had been my heart’s delight and my boon companion for 18 years. We had endured some cruelly lean years, we travelled the world and we laughed a hell of a lot. Now I dream of her often.
On this date every year, I like to evoke the memory of the wave in the great sea of being that temporarily bore her name. Damn, girl! Wish you were here!
Yes, friends, Tuesday, July 10,2012 marks the 59th anniversary of the birth of Blaine Leslie Reininger, your humble narrator, your working boy, me. On this day in 1953 at Corwin Hospital in Pueblo, Colorado I fought my way out of Virginia Reininger. nee Vigil and was displayed to Blaine Morton Reininger who no doubt thought that I would do, though I was covered in blood and mucus.
If astrology is to be believed, the following people must somehow be exactly like me since we all share a birthday.
Today, on the eve of a trip to Crete to play with legendary Greek musician Psarantonis, I am diddling around trying to put a vip area up on mundoblaineo. I am uncertain to what end. I suppose all shall be revealed.
There is a members area of the blog and a password-protected area of the website proper.
It’s been a long time since I was in Japan. I first went there in 1986 on a Crepuscule package tour and then again in 1988 with Tuxedomoon. We were all floored by the impenetrable alien blade-runner sci-fi jetlagged out and out weirdness of the place. Memorable sights: David Byrne cavorting in his big suit on television to sell canned iced coffee, a crucified pop singer multiplied a thousandfold on the inhouse video network at Parco, the massive Tokyo department store atop which we played in 1988. Too much.
Steven came up to me on the bullet train with a strange triangular origami object. On the back he had written “On this planet this is a drinking cup.”
These videos will prove that things haven’t changed over there.
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“Uneasy Listening is the result of my 1999 collaboration with Athens stalwart Coti K. a few months after we finished “The More I Learn the Less I Know”. In September of that year I had been approached to do a show at a now-defunct club in Psirri called “Pinakothiki”. I asked Coti along and we decided to write all-new material for the occasion. We set to work at his studio in Pangrati, armed with my newly acquired random sentence generating program “Fiction Magician”, my trusty Japanese 5-string violin and his new Nord Modular synthesizer.
Our sessions were amazingly prolific, songs flowing forth from our fingers with slippery ease. In ten days it was ready to perform.
Coti had the foresight to record the live show, and we were so pleased with the results, we decided to release it as a CD. As Coti suggested we say on the sleeve
“Uneasy Listening was performed live somewhere in the 20th Century by BLR and CK.”
This documentary was aired in 2009 on Greek television on the venerable Greek documentary series “Paraskinio”. Titled “Blaine L. Reininger an American Friend” it was directed by my friend George Skevas, whom I met while filming with Nicholas Triandafyllidis in 1994.
I relate my story, Tuxedomoon’s story, and other stories that swim by my mind’s eye and I even polish my violin. There is a lot of Tuxedomoon concert footage and clips from other documentaries about us, including Steven Brown’s DVD from his video “The Super 8 Years” and clips from my Greek movie work.
I have been looking for this cartoon for years. It made a lasting impression on me. It is by a cartoonist named M.K. Brown and it ran in the National Lampoon in August 1972. I hope it is sufficiently legible that I won’t have to explain it. Put Romney’s head there (or one of the more rabid contenders) and you will see that this cartoon is not dated in the slightest.
I am from the generation which grew up watching the exploits of the Americans (and the Russians) in space. How thrilling for a 10 year old boy to watch real life Buzz Lightyear types floating in space over the earth, walking on the moon! And then the dour cost-cutting Republican overlords intervened, those who would rather spend those billions devising novel ways to pulverise the human body. The vision was dimmed and the dreamers ridiculed. We were taught not to get uppity and know our place.
Here is a website which proposes that we rediscover that inspiring vision and build the Starship Enterprise for real. We could use it to explore our solar system over the next two centuries. This is well thought out and worth a look, not to mention very exciting. Geeks Ahoy!
BuildTheEnterpriseClick below for 1g gravity Gravity of 1g, the same as on earth, is possible inside a 1st generation Enterprise by using a magnetically suspended wheel rotating at 2.0 RPM. Click here to enlarge blog to full page I've been reading emails like crazy trying to catch up.