This show is called Jupiter Smut.
I'm Jup, and the ramblings you're about to hear are highly personal.
Personal in a way that you know all too well, in your own conversations between your mind and yourself. The thoughts you tend to forget to record, the thoughts you forget to say aloud.
The moments that stick to you like scars, or disappear, like an eyelash.
This lecture is called Doctors Appointments.
Case 12: Visual Testing
It's 10am on a Friday. You were at this Nanaimo General hospital a lot last month. You had this weird feeling you were getting to know it's hallways too well. You had this clairvoyant feeling that some day you'd get to know it's hallways too well.
You were there visiting a friend- well, more then a friend- under a sign labelled Psychiatric Care: Ground Floor. you remember the doors you had to buzz to enter, and when you'd enter you'd watch the living dead bodies you found on the other side float around you like . But those days are over now. And now, you're sitting under the sign that always intriqued you most, the sign you always noticed while you were leaving the hospital, the sign labelled: Neurology.
Dr. Fabian shifts in front of you and asks: Jalene Plamondon? Right this way.
You look into his soft brown eyes and nod. While you finish your text he mentions that the appointment is for 3 hours and no cell phones are allowed. You send off one lastmessage and enter a cold silver handled beige door. why the hell are these neutral tones so admired in these modern times? you think: the millenial aesthetic is bogus.
test 1: stare at a red square while a bunch of white and black squares move outside of it.
this looks more to you like minimalist contemperary art and you feel like you've hit the jackpot of neurological tests. the electircal currents wired to your head fire off as your eyes skip beats and within 2 minutes your done. well, your done that test.
Next your head, neck, shoulders, lower back, knees, behind your knees, ankles and your hips are wired up to an unfriendly machinery that zaps an electrical shock into you at level 12 out of 88 levels. it feels like a sharp, mean, fucking mean needle shooting into that exposed vein in your wrist you were alwyas cautious of people touching.
you eyes involuntrily well up and when he asks if you're all right you choke out a "i'm fine, this is my own psychological bullshit" cry cry cry baby cry.
He starts talking about how hes taking a vacation. Yes, thats right, a vacation, to Victoria to help his church and his chicken farming parents run a christian garage sale. Yawn. You stop crying and you look at this man, and the story begins to formulate. you visualize this man on his 15 minute lunch breaks, logging onto myfreecams and stroking his penis to sexy blonde russian women being unintelligable. you notice this thought and render yourself vague for a lack of words to express this thought you've began....
two hours later the tests are finished. your listing vintage items online with your Mom drinking hot cane sugar sweetened beverages in a naturally well lit loft. your at a radio show writing a facebook event for this very show. you're exposing your thoughts yo an inriguing crowd of beautifully, exposed, humans. You, folks, are all beautifully intriguing humans. AND! if you we're listening close to any of this. to all of this, you're invisted to ask personal questions after the show. AND NOW! Acoustic live music by the loves of your lives. Goodnight, from Jupiter Smut, your chaotic dose of
I'm Jup, and the ramblings you're about to hear are highly personal.
Personal in a way that you know all too well, in your own conversations between your mind and yourself. The thoughts you tend to forget to record, the thoughts you forget to say aloud.
The moments that stick to you like scars, or disappear, like an eyelash.
This lecture is called Doctors Appointments.
Case 12: Visual Testing
It's 10am on a Friday. You were at this Nanaimo General hospital a lot last month. You had this weird feeling you were getting to know it's hallways too well. You had this clairvoyant feeling that some day you'd get to know it's hallways too well.
You were there visiting a friend- well, more then a friend- under a sign labelled Psychiatric Care: Ground Floor. you remember the doors you had to buzz to enter, and when you'd enter you'd watch the living dead bodies you found on the other side float around you like . But those days are over now. And now, you're sitting under the sign that always intriqued you most, the sign you always noticed while you were leaving the hospital, the sign labelled: Neurology.
Dr. Fabian shifts in front of you and asks: Jalene Plamondon? Right this way.
You look into his soft brown eyes and nod. While you finish your text he mentions that the appointment is for 3 hours and no cell phones are allowed. You send off one lastmessage and enter a cold silver handled beige door. why the hell are these neutral tones so admired in these modern times? you think: the millenial aesthetic is bogus.
test 1: stare at a red square while a bunch of white and black squares move outside of it.
this looks more to you like minimalist contemperary art and you feel like you've hit the jackpot of neurological tests. the electircal currents wired to your head fire off as your eyes skip beats and within 2 minutes your done. well, your done that test.
Next your head, neck, shoulders, lower back, knees, behind your knees, ankles and your hips are wired up to an unfriendly machinery that zaps an electrical shock into you at level 12 out of 88 levels. it feels like a sharp, mean, fucking mean needle shooting into that exposed vein in your wrist you were alwyas cautious of people touching.
you eyes involuntrily well up and when he asks if you're all right you choke out a "i'm fine, this is my own psychological bullshit" cry cry cry baby cry.
He starts talking about how hes taking a vacation. Yes, thats right, a vacation, to Victoria to help his church and his chicken farming parents run a christian garage sale. Yawn. You stop crying and you look at this man, and the story begins to formulate. you visualize this man on his 15 minute lunch breaks, logging onto myfreecams and stroking his penis to sexy blonde russian women being unintelligable. you notice this thought and render yourself vague for a lack of words to express this thought you've began....
two hours later the tests are finished. your listing vintage items online with your Mom drinking hot cane sugar sweetened beverages in a naturally well lit loft. your at a radio show writing a facebook event for this very show. you're exposing your thoughts yo an inriguing crowd of beautifully, exposed, humans. You, folks, are all beautifully intriguing humans. AND! if you we're listening close to any of this. to all of this, you're invisted to ask personal questions after the show. AND NOW! Acoustic live music by the loves of your lives. Goodnight, from Jupiter Smut, your chaotic dose of
