Transcription Korner

Many, if not all of you, undoubtedly remember "Pennies in the Air Ducts," the landmark short film The Korner released on YouTube earlier this year. In it, we see Chris Peebles and BLENKO in a rare unguarded moment tackling the big issues of existence over the backdrop of scenic Boise, Idaho. Recently, our video host appears to have added an "Interactive Transcript" to accompany the video, perhaps to serve our aurally impaired followers. We feel they captured the repartee with the utmost precision. Cast an eye over:

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0:18 i could be a pain
0:19 review ministerial than courtyard
0:23 received these notices wonder whether can't remember
0:27 carolyn didn't soccer club
0:37 that that was
0:38 part like i say like grilling like electric
0:42 want to know what you're saying
0:44 seeing those elected means it will be that ship on those buildings in the bag
0:48 what distinguish something missing
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1:17 that's going to wipe it up with
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1:21 spell quit journalistic you know i mean i like
1:25 chances about that
1:27 the plane tickets
1:28 karen let's play for her pocket
1:31 minus staff here back recessionary times right in my backyard
1:37 okay
1:38 symphonies communists changed character
1:42 salzburg proper her
1:56 like to be like a bumblebee they also is
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2:03 why didn't he
2:05 the beads isis
2:07 be your return
2:09 be or not to be
2:13 that's my question
2:15 these words that really is and we think we don't even think about that but
2:19 they have white
2:21 meanings in their words inside of them
2:24 business-oriented reason convention
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2:30 they had to be convention really good huge pool
2:34 hi selection
2:36 suspect's attorney article except for her part
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2:41 saturday
2:43 would help relieve the skies yeltsin's career
2:48 it's also finance planning
2:51 just drawing a line in the sky with political
2:55 different
2:56 it's up to you if you want to be contained underneath him more about that
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3:01 livelihood
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3:08 i really like i mean i did you ever see that movie
3:12 meetings
3:13 it's honda
3:17 it's like saying restrain him
3:20 internet site
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3:23 reality is what you make it big but these mental boundaries and we can you
3:27 can do and one of those is that we can fly at night
3:31 don't subscribe to that
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Korner Wisdom

You can learn a lot about a man just by reading his autobiography.

Grab Some Bench

For nearly five years now, The Kreation Korner has called the Boise Bench home. From those halcyon days in 2007 until the present time, our operation has spread its tendrils far beyond our modest HQ, as if stimulated by a Kreative thigmotropism permeating the globe.  Nevertheless, the Bench kontinues to occupy a special place in the hearts of Kreationists near and far. What is it about this neighborhood we love so much? The list is long and may very well differ from unique individual to unique individual. We can all agree, however, that the Bench's unintentional patchwork of diverse denizens, architectural styles, business establishments and community institutions yields an authentic, gritty urban landscape--fertile ground for the Kreative process. Also, the cost of living is comparatively affordable. In our busy lives furthering the Kreative Kause, we can take for granted this paradise, despite our uncommon penchant for rigorous introspective. Fortunately, some higher konsciousness provides us with a wake-up call every now and then, such as the following photograph:

This plakard was spotted on a local public transit vehicle (aka "city bus"). Although its promotion of public participation is praiseworthy, its core assumptions are troubling.  Is the Bench's transportation infrastructure in need of a sprucing-up? Kreationists and families alike have gotten around with relative ease on the Bench for generations. Are sidewalks and bike lanes a much needed expressway towards Improvedqualityoflifeville? Or are they insidious avenues of ingress for the sterile, kreativity-killing palate of out-of-town redevelopers with dollar signs for irises? We concede that the environment (physical and otherwise) of a place in a given epoch is impermanent. We do not know how the Bench will change in the coming years, but The Korner stands poised to do what's in its purview to block the building of bourgeois bistros and boutiques and the baleful banality they'll bring. Peace.

Vakation Korner

Hella salutations to all of you out in the metaphysical kollective known as KreationLand. I, Gabe Gabriel, am typing this web blog from my cot, having been struck with a malady of unknown origin and considerable strength. But why dwell on that? The reason for today's post is to inform you of recent goings-on at the kreative forefront, namely, a recent trip by some of our best and brightest to the land of fast cars and star-love-makers. Yessiree, I speak of that beacon of western decadence, Los Angeles. Having sojourned to said locale with Blenko and Chris Peebles, I am pleased to report kreative output and introspection was on full tilt throughout the seven days of the trip. (So much so, in fact, that I suspect my current condition is akin to radiation sickness and derives from the sheer brilliance of the kreativity on display.) But again, I digress. Here I have included but a choice sampling of images which I hope will communicate some semblance of the atmosphere of our trek. Be. Hold.

The sight of Chris' second performance. Footage was confiscated by the authorities.

Sustenance, part 1.

Sustenance, part 2. Kreationists require multiple beverage and food things to sustain them.

Mothership connection.

Chris n' Blenko pallin' around.

We had been told by a desert freakshaman that we would find sweet relief from the desert sun along the Sultan's Sea. Bombay Beach did not disappoint.

Fish heads dotted the landscape. Our appetites were thus piqued.

The freakshaman also told us to look for the inebriated turtle known as Skip. We left with more questions than answers.

On the road. Again.

Komedy Korner

Individual 1: "Did you get a hair cut?"
Individual 2: "Yep. All of 'em, actually."

--Svetlana Mendoza

Fiction Korner

"Sunnyside Stories"

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The office was poorly lit. That’s not to say it wasn’t illuminated. One might say there was too much light. Harsh, fluorescent light. Light that reflected off the filmy surfaces of the matching desk and credenza.
The furniture wasn’t new. Probably from the middle twentieth century. It had a certain funk from years of neglect. Plus it was cheap and probably not all wood. There was only one window. It was not a perfect square, but it was darn close. It definitely wasn’t a golden rectangle. It didn’t please the eye. Something about it caused discomfort for those types who pay attention to that kind of thing. The venetian blinds could’ve cast an ominous shadow, but they were up. Also the lights were still on and it was dusk.
But none of these decorative deficiencies much bothered Spenser. His office was how he found it when he arrived in Sunnyside three weeks before. He could get work done anywhere. His inauspicious upbringing taught him that. Also, the War. He didn’t need to fuss over the placement of one of those green lamps or select the perfect resting angle for that executive double pen set. Maybe one’s actually a mechanical pencil—but, again, Spenser didn’t burn too many calories on matters of that sort.
The consultant possessed the singular ability to get the job done no matter the immediate environment. Even if that meant dealing with Chad three times a week...
--Jawn Steighmeaus

Musiks Korner

Gabe Gabriel here, resident loop-digger, scholar of obscure noise, and all-around chronicler of all things Kreation. Now, in the past, I've come to you on bended knee to humbly offer the multitude of curios and crazy shit (pardon the technicalities) which have amassed at the margins of the kreative continuum. Mining the shores of Kreation Creek is no mean feat, and many are the days when I have trudged home, empty-handed, galoshes squishy with the discomfort of revelation just beyond my grasp. Yet, when among the crushed aluminum malt-liquor vessels and other detritus, I happen upon a discovery such as I am pleased to present today, the apparent emptiness of sog-sap days seems mere prelude to the inevitable joy of kreative discovery.

Ronald Raygun has been, until now, a sometimes-contributor with a cagey personality who eschews direct interaction in favor of contribution via mail. Yet, in this discovery, we parse out a vital component of his personal history, as we find the young man releasing a single for the short-lived but influential record imprint, Kreative Destruction Records (in-depth profile to come soon). Equal parts angst and erudition, "Beside Myself" is a tale of a boy, a girl, and a boy again. Take it in the brain: