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My Barbarian, My Barometer – McDonald’s: A Spiritual Shift with Smoothies + Salads in the Sky

11 Jun

Looking upwards into the sky, I see green and purple.

McDonald’s: my barbarian, and my barometer. McDonald’s. The more the berrier.

Think we’re just on our way to heaven on earth.

The more the berrier, ’tis true. The other day I was at the dog park. Some hipster gal was running after her dog – said Goji, goji, come here, Goji!

She straight-up named her dog after that berry. Cutest sign of the times; chasing after those free radicals.

And it is quite merry that McDonald’s is selling smoothies. This means that the Apocalypse has already happened, and we’re all going to be awesome and optimal at $2.99.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare sieze the fire? – W.Blake

So skyward, I see Salad and I see Smoothies. Green and purple. Green and purple, like a bruise, something McDonald’s is known for, behind the scenes that is. Bruised flesh carnations on a bun.

Now something else, flowering. Very real. Of course they are jumping in on the green parade. Of course they are going to make dough with the greens. But I think something other, something gorgeous is going on.

There is energy in fruits and berries, God-given, high vibration. If McDonalds is linking arms with this thread, it does not matter if the greens and berries are organic or not. The connection, the linkage, the amount of people reached with messaging coming out of old McDonald’s mouth, McDonald’s speaking in a tongue touched by nature’s jewels and leaves, this particular reach is as massive and impactful as a man who is African-American in the white house. Massive shifts. This movement in itself is organic, meaning – it has come at a time when other things are moving their plates around as well.

Looking upwards. We’ve seen kaleidoscope slivers, half moons, refracted and reflected sun, solar eclipse, we’ve seen Venus passing in front of the sun, I mean Julie handed me those goggles and I actually saw with my two eyes the planet Venus, and more and more we’ve been looking skyward, the masses born again in 2010 with Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love, sealed with a digitally distributed kiss by Julia Roberts. Julia Roberts who for some reason I get confused with Cindy Crawford, her, yeah she’s the one whose got that Marilyn mole – yes her mole looks about the size of the planet Venus.

Eat Pray Love. It’s all up there on the McDonald’s billboard. Such a far cry India, from the consciousness in Pretty Woman. It’s quite a trajectory. Beef to salad, Pretty Woman to Eat Pray Love, people you never knew knew God are talking about God on Facebook. And we’re all experiencing some sort of telepathy – this is what texting is preparing us for. But more on that later.

This is a shadow of the solar eclypse.

The Venus transit kindof looks like Cindy Crawford’s mole.

Get the Rack on the Racks – Man Made Image- Time Magazine Madly Milks the Mamma

12 May

Time Magazine, oh yes you milked it with your man made image. Get the mother’s rack on the racks, we’re gonna make millions this Mother’s Day!

Here’s the bouquet: a prompting, hard-core; a provocation, jizz.

The question posed is: Are You Mom Enough?

*See painting at bottom of blog for a comparison*

Some folks are up there in a Time Warner building in Rock-A-Feller Center thinking about print.

Thinking about mothers and money and how to make it. Yeah, about how to make it, yes, the money.

Oh, I”m just running to Fed Ex my Mother’s Day card back to Telle-hussie, FL – BRB guys to continue this Mother’s Day Cover convo, and I just got to say, I think we’re headed in the right direction…

Really Love the leading question, Are You Mom Enough…..just like I loved your mother last night.

I sure was dad enough for that, boy, let me tell you. Heh heh.

Yeah- we get it, man, we got your mothered selves splayed.

Great concept, team. Job well done.

Hey – listen, men, it’s all going to be ok. Your wounds can be well heeled I mean healed well in therapy.

This image, this magazine, the cover, the text.

–Is that child really wearing camouflaged army pants? So freaking brilliant. Another great art director lives.We see the text referring to other articles on the upper right hand corner – “God of Cricket”- and then on the upper left hand corner “The French Rejection”….yes, in life there are no accidents.–

‪Voilà.‬

This image, text included, has everything we totter on, up, or against: The Child and his War Pants, The Boy Child’s Gaze and his Intonation: What, you want some of this? Well, of course we do. We want all of it. God, war, and the mother’s body.

Everyone, and it’s all going to be ok. Attachment Parenting Gal, just get back to bed now with your husband and your son and leave the photo studio now, like pronto. Life will never be the same. Promise. It’s digital.

And again, the question posed here is: Are You Mom Enough? Pardon moi, but who is doing the asking?

The Blonde with The Breasts, They Are Lacking, So Small They Are: Are You Mom Enough with your Boy-Chest?

OR is it:

Look At Me With A Direct Address To the Lens, Are You Mom Enough, Because This is How I Talk To All My LadY Friends, With One Boob Sticking Out And Posing A Snotty Question Like This One.

Again,

Great concept, team. Job well done.

Heh heh.

So obviously male, the construction. And it is aged, as in dated. This is not from guys I know. All up in Rock-A Feller Center in a room with a white board and all white men 60+ and attending. Get a mom that’s into this attachment parenting crap, but the “kicker” will be we’ll give her small tits. Yeah, that’s a good one. Gonna tie into the tagline…..real nicely.

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People, the breast, it is natural. And it is for all three: woman, man, and child.

And the breast milk, it is God given, it is nurturance, liquid form.

And the building of child – it’s a fluid transmission: attraction, union, yes – mount to chasm, sperm to egg, milk to mouth.

It is double bonded, it is about bonding -yes – all of this is about bonding.

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So repressed, us not the French

so us this cover is, yes

so very, very, American.

So forsaken. Life, the life of us, life of a child, life of women and the man who is absent here. All forsaken. Ripped apart here in this image. Everyone is so solo here, when what we are talking about is: closeness. Indeed, attachment.

And breastfeeding is the closest thing to the healthiest thing. By it’s nature – an uncontroversy.

Irrelevant how long it takes to feed and to ween. Private matters for our little private in his war pants.

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But, baby, breastfeeding, it is animal, extreme B, they are saying,

And I’ve got to make,

make a living.

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FOOTNOTERANT

Here is an image I found online which represents the idea of attachment parenting much better – in 1630 a painting by Pieter de Grebber…..Mother and Child. See how circular is this feeding, the bodies are really touching. There is a feeling of closeness and peace.

VS.

…. Familial Objects. Camera Ready.

Here we see a young woman who looks like she was in my AP English class in High School, she looks like a “blogger” (guys we’re going for the modern woman here don’t forget), she looks UES, she looks West Side, she looks like she just moved to Williamsburg from Ames and she’s on the L train with her new skinny jeans gonna get off at 14th st + get a burrito at Chipolte, and she’s skinny, and she has looks, and she looks like she’s been set up ?can you be so unawares? yeah no really, and her son he is sucking her very small breast (that’s so sexy) and he’s standing on a baby wooden chair dating back to the 50’s (heh heh yeah I remember when I sat in one of those chairs as a boy myself )(everyone don’t worry -he’s an old guy, gonna die off soon), and the kid—————– man, he’s tall, yeah, tall like a Big Boy, and I get this magazine for the articles, really and on the Today Show Jamie Lynne Grumet, 26, said as her three-year-old son Aaron sat on her lap, that the firestorm around the magazine cover went beyond her expectations.

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