I think the last movie that was shown at the Newport Theater was Return to Horror High, because I remember the poster very vividly, like it was on the side of the building for a long time. I lived a block away. It probably would have been 1987 or 1988 when the building was abandoned and then I think it stood derelict for a few years before the lot was finally razed for a Burger King. It was a small theater that only had one screen. The architecture was very nice in the art deco style of the era when it was built, but today I remember the Return to Horror High poster more than any details of the facade. I doubt I was ever inside the theater and wouldn't remember if I was anyways because I would have been too young when it was open.

I did not eat this morning because I had to go to take my mother to the emergency room for a broken toe. They do so little for a broken toe really. I brought a book to read but it was very irritating. I couldn't bear going on past page 3. The back cover had excerpts of reviews, condensed to their absolute points of hyperbole, but they were for another book. It makes me wonder what the point is in having pieces of reviews on the back of a book when every other book has them, no matter the quality, all saying the same thing. It's like with nuclear weapons and disarmament I suppose. Maybe a lot of things are like that.

I want to get some pens that have gray ink instead of black. Or a pen that doesn't have any color but instead just makes things turn darker. I don't think it exists though. I tried to play around with the scale of my people, drawing a 6 and a half head body instead of 7 and a half.

My favorite aspect of Shakespeare is the forced rhyming couplets, like when Macbeth rhymes with heath. I was thinking of that when I was looking at a painting in a waiting room. It's kind of interesting to think about art in waiting rooms and hotels and places like that. It makes me wonder what the painters think about what they do. And about designers who choose to put paintings on the wall. These aren't places where you are supposed to be looking at paintings as art. Rather the paintings are just things that are there to make the walls look like they aren't bare. Sometimes you hear sinister theories about stuff like kitsch art and muzak being used to control consumers and so on. But it seems to me more like it would be an organic process that led to this strange practice of appropriating popular or significant forms and putting them to uninteresting bland use as design fixtures. It's for in the sake of some idea of pleasantness really.

I think consumers will control themselves.

I don't like hand drawn graphic work that isn't well-crafted I can say generally, applied to Art Nouveau curves as well as Minimalist fields of color and on to pointless doodling in the ismless present of art school art. Sadly slides don't convey craft. It is strange to think about slides. They show pictures, not objects. So it is peculiar that we officially evaluate even nonfigurative artworks in slide form. I wonder if there is a real primacy of image over object. Syndication takes primacy over singular experience I'm sure, occurring on different levels: photographic reproductions, prints, written or oral criticism and histories, generalities like reputation. That casts a fatalistic pallor on the idea of the object. Like: Why not just display the analog? Is the object itself already an analog? Ultimately once institutionalized at least? You have art teachers telling kids in school platitudes about the "great artists" but what does anyone see? Is the 3"x5" picture of a Mark Rothko painting printed in a magazine a Rothko? Is the story a Rothko? Is the Rothko on the wall a Rothko? Can a person derive the same experience from any of the options? But anyway, I really hate it when something is obviously intended to be crisp and graphic and monochromatic and linear but has pencil lines and uneven application and smudges and so on. And when it's superfluous to begin with, I could vomit rage.

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I am trying to have an idea but it isn't working so well. My channel hasn't had anything but the same two Armstrong infomercials, it's nice though. Still I will be excited to see next month's issues of the Movie Loft and Pro Wrestling Newz and Viewz and stuff. I heard that Brinks Home Security have changed their name and the new commercial I heard sounds like it portrays domestic disturbances in a much harsher light than what I remember of Brinks commercials, I still haven't watched it though. I heard it when my mom was watching NCIS and thought it sounded suitable. Also the quality of my spam has gotten a bit raunchier, these escalations seem interesting to me. It is like there are different stylistic periods of spam. I wonder if someone thinks of each headline or if there is some kind of algorithm that automates them. It is typical that words will be misspelled or interspersed with commas to make it past filters I'd imagine, although that strategy hasn't worked for a long time. And it makes a person wonder how it's worthwhile to keep making spam, but it must be. The most recent wave that has made it past my filter did not misspell any words, but featured two sentence fragments joined together, the end of one merging with the beginning of the other without any punctuation. Some of these have included:
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These ones are often bewildering but pretty tame by spam headline standards, but the apparent stream-of-consciousness effect is striking. Specific level of depravity aside, I have a feeling that spam titles serve latent primal urges solely as words, and that is why they generate enough clicks to be worth continuing to make. Which I appreciate as the modern approach to marketing involves such a massive amount of research and leveraging, while I can only imagine the circumstances in which the language of spam advertisements are conceived. Today I have received what I think might be a new style, with the subject line: "Jennifer Love Hewitt bottom body part is getting bigger every day. Jennifer Love Hewitt wearing tight leggings to hold her fat." I'm inclined to think someone has to have thought of that phrase. The reiterativeness of it is fascinating, there is a trancelike desperateness in each fragment that is only made apparent as they are joined joined to construct the image. The discussion of Jennifer Love Hewitt's body could easily go on at length, and perhaps does. The primal aspect of the language as well as the image conjured very solidly in my mind evokes the Venus of Willendorf and such early sculptures

I went to Boardman today. The Shops at Boardman Park now play muzak in the parking lot, but use a public address system that wasn't meant to play music so it sounds very harsh. The speakers look like air raid sirens and are mounted on light poles that also have flags with slightly gestural pictures of flowers that say "Welcome" and "The Shops at Boardman Park" and steel signs below that say "NO LOITERING" and "SECURITY CAMERAS IN USE." I thought it was evocative. It was too hot to feel much about it but provoked.

There is also a new Little Caesar's next to the old Mark Pi's China Gate. China Gate, you will remember, was aesthetically unrivaled as a Chinese restaurant in town. There is a store in another of the plazas nearby called Cigarette World. I think it is next to a store that sells wedding dresses, called David Angelo Bridal or something, but I can't be certain. The plazas have a strange assortment of stores and I've never been to them. Is it dour to imagine a cigarette world?

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