as i have said for a long time, texas is rightfully part of mexico, give it back!
Sunday, June 30, 2002
as if we really need more reasons why texas is a jerkwater state full of buffoons. this is an article at the nytimes (reg. required) about conservative groups, including the oil industry who exert control over textbooks in the public schools. as california and texas are the two largets markets for publishers, what these morons decide has an effect on the rest of the country.
as i have said for a long time, texas is rightfully part of mexico, give it back!
as i have said for a long time, texas is rightfully part of mexico, give it back!
Saturday, June 29, 2002
i've thought, from time to time, that wm. buckley has had more interesting opinions than most of the two-bit conservatives out there, and a recent editorial up at yahoo reaffirms this. if yer gonna sing the praises of free market capitalism, then do it. quit cheating.
Thursday, June 27, 2002
music stuff for sale; a 4-track, guitar and amp n' such. a friend is clearing house. click here.
more rotten news; john entwistle is gone. guess fools my age should get used to this kind of stuff happening more and more. shit.
ah, mattdatt proudly shows off his red, white and blue that he flashed at us a bit back when he mentioned his listening of rush limbaugh.
i stand nowhere near datt's position of the regular archie bunker every american man. the attack at "people supposedly smarter than me, re: us" is a classic set-up for an us v. them argument. (those darn smarty-pants think they know everything!) then there is the lump it or leave it. i've often thought the inverse, if you can't deal with people discussing what they think of they way our government is run then YOU go somewhere else, like back to puritan new england to burn some witches, or singapore to cane some kids smoking weed, or heck, to saudi arabia; a place that we seem to be trying to match in cynicism. nevermind that anne coulter and rush limbaugh and other such celebrity starved vermin spent plenty of time criticizing loudly during the last administration. maybe when its about killing someone its alright to criticize, but if you are wondering why people are killing each other, well then, f u. i guess vietnam never happened.
the old saw about ww II is then dragged out. the globe was a much, much larger place then and thanks to god-fearing pro-american hitler-loving fascists like lindbergh we did not have irons in every fire at that time. big talk about 'you'd be speaking german right now if it wasn't for...' forgets that there was a grip of pat buchanans and right-wingers who were not so worried about nazi germany (maybe it appealed to them in some way?), and desperately wanted us to leave the struggle to the europeans, which they would have lost. it wouldn't have mattered much i guess, because our standard of living would have gone up dealing with wonderful folks like krupps. great.
but the fact is, we do have fingers in all the pies and that is not always bad, but folks like datt love the great power but are not really so interested in the great responsibility part. he makes the point that our interest in the middle east is because of petroleum and that they need us. i'd say the need is fifty-fifty; if you don't have s.u.v's how are you going to get yer out-of-control kids to the mini-mall with the mega theater and then to the chain restaurant? how are you gonna haul all that chit back from sam's and walmart? how?? can't take the train, its unamerican. walk? don't be ridiculous, plus the homeowners association doesn't allow bike riding.
i'm kidding a bit obviously, but i'd be more than happy to give the F U to countries like saudi arabia. but is dick cheney and the rest of corporate america, the ones that created our wonderful standard of living, ready for this?
i guess that is the rub for me. i like living in america, but i don't think that our involvement in parts of the world has anything to do with living standards, helping women or freedom. i think it has to do with cash grabs. if george bush et. al. could have bought off the taliban so that they could pipe oil through there to turkey and thus tell the saudi's to take a flying leap, well then, i'd wager we'd be calling the islamic nutz freedom fighters for sticking up for their beliefs in magic and life after death and such just like us, they have a religion too!
it's this kind of dollar as the end all that i cannot stand and i think that especially these days we are seeing that businesses are not around to make this country great, or to make something the best way that they can, or rather, they are, but 'the best way they can' translate into making the most cash, for the fewest at the top, at the expense of others and as cheaply as possible.
henry ford was an asshole, but at least he made something for fuck's sake. everyday we hear about companies, very, very large companies who have cooked books, lied to people, misrepresented themselves - basically lied, cheated and stolen. what if your friend or neighbor or screaming kid did this, would YOU approve? is this what the founding fathers had in mind? is this what their supposed 'god' told them to do?
my roommate said; 'haven't we known all along that corporations were corrupt?'
and i thought, well, perhaps but few seemed to care when they were corrupt and got away with it. getting away meaning that shareholders made money, peoples retirement funds existed and the market grew. but now we have seen some of the very mighty NOT get away from it. the market suffers, the small people suffer, the big people are exposed as liars and crooks and will do minimal time - eventually having a drink and a laugh in the bahamas years from now recounting their salad days. they won't suffer, they won't really pay, they won't be dragged through the streets like mousollini (sp?) as they should.
but what really happens is, and my roommate's question reminded me of this, is that more and more cynicism is created. how can i support the buffoon we have as a president if he is a puppet for big bizness/ and religious nuts who have proven time and time again that they are insane/untrustworthy or just plain greedy for greeds sake.
even in their greed they do nothing but amass the wealth, at least the railroad baron's made fucking RAILROADS.
i dare corp. america to give the heave ho to the saudi's. i suppose they would if we'd fuck up alaska for them. this administration couldn't be more beholden to oil power. its not inspiring, its depressing. we get platitudes and are supposed to console ourselves with moronic stickers and flags, when the grand goal is more money for the fat-cats.
aren't christians supposed to give money away?
f them.
a side note from the st. louis dispatch
the nixon relationship kills me. at least that bastard didn't let swine like ralph reed too close.
the posturing in the wake of this is retarded. do i think it will stand? no chance. but on the way home i heard on talk radio, a christian complaining about this and remarking that "we don't tell 'them' not to teach evolution in schools." i was hot and tired and wished and wished i had a phone to call this jackass - two words - scopes trial. the religeous nuts tried to keep evolution from being taught in schools, and they lost. i guess 'tradition' doesn't have much to do with history.
i'm going to keep an eye on the 'intelligent design' crowd. f them too.
i stand nowhere near datt's position of the regular archie bunker every american man. the attack at "people supposedly smarter than me, re: us" is a classic set-up for an us v. them argument. (those darn smarty-pants think they know everything!) then there is the lump it or leave it. i've often thought the inverse, if you can't deal with people discussing what they think of they way our government is run then YOU go somewhere else, like back to puritan new england to burn some witches, or singapore to cane some kids smoking weed, or heck, to saudi arabia; a place that we seem to be trying to match in cynicism. nevermind that anne coulter and rush limbaugh and other such celebrity starved vermin spent plenty of time criticizing loudly during the last administration. maybe when its about killing someone its alright to criticize, but if you are wondering why people are killing each other, well then, f u. i guess vietnam never happened.
the old saw about ww II is then dragged out. the globe was a much, much larger place then and thanks to god-fearing pro-american hitler-loving fascists like lindbergh we did not have irons in every fire at that time. big talk about 'you'd be speaking german right now if it wasn't for...' forgets that there was a grip of pat buchanans and right-wingers who were not so worried about nazi germany (maybe it appealed to them in some way?), and desperately wanted us to leave the struggle to the europeans, which they would have lost. it wouldn't have mattered much i guess, because our standard of living would have gone up dealing with wonderful folks like krupps. great.
but the fact is, we do have fingers in all the pies and that is not always bad, but folks like datt love the great power but are not really so interested in the great responsibility part. he makes the point that our interest in the middle east is because of petroleum and that they need us. i'd say the need is fifty-fifty; if you don't have s.u.v's how are you going to get yer out-of-control kids to the mini-mall with the mega theater and then to the chain restaurant? how are you gonna haul all that chit back from sam's and walmart? how?? can't take the train, its unamerican. walk? don't be ridiculous, plus the homeowners association doesn't allow bike riding.
i'm kidding a bit obviously, but i'd be more than happy to give the F U to countries like saudi arabia. but is dick cheney and the rest of corporate america, the ones that created our wonderful standard of living, ready for this?
i guess that is the rub for me. i like living in america, but i don't think that our involvement in parts of the world has anything to do with living standards, helping women or freedom. i think it has to do with cash grabs. if george bush et. al. could have bought off the taliban so that they could pipe oil through there to turkey and thus tell the saudi's to take a flying leap, well then, i'd wager we'd be calling the islamic nutz freedom fighters for sticking up for their beliefs in magic and life after death and such just like us, they have a religion too!
it's this kind of dollar as the end all that i cannot stand and i think that especially these days we are seeing that businesses are not around to make this country great, or to make something the best way that they can, or rather, they are, but 'the best way they can' translate into making the most cash, for the fewest at the top, at the expense of others and as cheaply as possible.
henry ford was an asshole, but at least he made something for fuck's sake. everyday we hear about companies, very, very large companies who have cooked books, lied to people, misrepresented themselves - basically lied, cheated and stolen. what if your friend or neighbor or screaming kid did this, would YOU approve? is this what the founding fathers had in mind? is this what their supposed 'god' told them to do?
my roommate said; 'haven't we known all along that corporations were corrupt?'
and i thought, well, perhaps but few seemed to care when they were corrupt and got away with it. getting away meaning that shareholders made money, peoples retirement funds existed and the market grew. but now we have seen some of the very mighty NOT get away from it. the market suffers, the small people suffer, the big people are exposed as liars and crooks and will do minimal time - eventually having a drink and a laugh in the bahamas years from now recounting their salad days. they won't suffer, they won't really pay, they won't be dragged through the streets like mousollini (sp?) as they should.
but what really happens is, and my roommate's question reminded me of this, is that more and more cynicism is created. how can i support the buffoon we have as a president if he is a puppet for big bizness/ and religious nuts who have proven time and time again that they are insane/untrustworthy or just plain greedy for greeds sake.
even in their greed they do nothing but amass the wealth, at least the railroad baron's made fucking RAILROADS.
i dare corp. america to give the heave ho to the saudi's. i suppose they would if we'd fuck up alaska for them. this administration couldn't be more beholden to oil power. its not inspiring, its depressing. we get platitudes and are supposed to console ourselves with moronic stickers and flags, when the grand goal is more money for the fat-cats.
aren't christians supposed to give money away?
f them.
a side note from the st. louis dispatch
- The Pledge of Allegiance did not contain the words "under God" until 1954 when Congress inserted them to stress the contrast between the United States and "godless communists." The government can't force a school child to recite the Pledge. But an atheist from Sacramento said his daughter was injured by having to listen to her teacher and classmates recite the reference to God.
Veteran U.S. District Judge Alfred T. Goodwin, a Nixon appointee, agreed. He concluded that Congress had inserted the reference for a solely religious purpose and that it amounted to an unconstitutional endorsement of one form of religion -- monotheism. Reciting the Pledge, he wrote, is to "swear allegiance to the values for which the flag stands: unity, indivisibility, liberty, justice, and -- since 1954 -- monotheism."
the nixon relationship kills me. at least that bastard didn't let swine like ralph reed too close.
the posturing in the wake of this is retarded. do i think it will stand? no chance. but on the way home i heard on talk radio, a christian complaining about this and remarking that "we don't tell 'them' not to teach evolution in schools." i was hot and tired and wished and wished i had a phone to call this jackass - two words - scopes trial. the religeous nuts tried to keep evolution from being taught in schools, and they lost. i guess 'tradition' doesn't have much to do with history.
i'm going to keep an eye on the 'intelligent design' crowd. f them too.
new mp3. this one is "Erfüllung" by a german group named Workshop. the album's title loosely translate into "you and your physicalness is loved by a dropout". they release records in germany on the sonig label. this particular record was released domestically on david grubbs' blue chopsticks label, which itself is distributed via drag city.
i love this fuckin' record.
i love this fuckin' record.
whoa.
last night the neighbors and stazz and i had dinner outside in their patio. there was some compilation cd playing (they have outdoor speakers) that was an 80's compilation - an honest to goodness time-life disc. conversation turned toward what we were doing when such-and-such song came out etc., and two questions came up;
1) what the f did i mean "i had never seen 'ferris beuller's day off'?!" i tried to explain that they were a younger generation, i was "sixteen candles" and "caddyshack" and that THEY were "ferris beuller".
and
2) when did elvis die? i knew it was 1977 because earlier in the day i was reading about iggy pop's "lust for life" album. this is what i read:
so here is the kicker. unbeknownst to me or matt datt - he wrote this on his blog today!
last night the neighbors and stazz and i had dinner outside in their patio. there was some compilation cd playing (they have outdoor speakers) that was an 80's compilation - an honest to goodness time-life disc. conversation turned toward what we were doing when such-and-such song came out etc., and two questions came up;
1) what the f did i mean "i had never seen 'ferris beuller's day off'?!" i tried to explain that they were a younger generation, i was "sixteen candles" and "caddyshack" and that THEY were "ferris beuller".
and
2) when did elvis die? i knew it was 1977 because earlier in the day i was reading about iggy pop's "lust for life" album. this is what i read:
- The optimism and electricity generated in the studio is exemplified by the closing fade-out of Success, where Iggy adlibs lines about buying expensive rugs, while Bowie and the Sales brothers, singing the backing vocals live, try not to break into hysterics. Sadly, much of the confidence seemed misplaced in the subsequent months, for, following the death of Elvis Presley on August 16, 1977, RCA dedicated its pressing plants to churning out Presley material, all in-store RCA promotions were withdrawn and Presley memorial material put in its place. Iggy's greatest solo album was forgotten in his homeland, the unfortunate victim of the King's terminal event atop the commode.
so here is the kicker. unbeknownst to me or matt datt - he wrote this on his blog today!
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
"Everybody was covering their mouth because they can't believe this kept going on." (via obscurestore)
learning about lord buckley:
'Twas a real drug midnight,
dreary,
I was goofing weak and weary,
over many a freakish volume of
forgotten score.
When suddenly I dug a tapping,
as if some cat were gently riffing,
knocking rhythm at my sweet pad's door.
'Twas a real drug midnight,
dreary,
I was goofing weak and weary,
over many a freakish volume of
forgotten score.
When suddenly I dug a tapping,
as if some cat were gently riffing,
knocking rhythm at my sweet pad's door.
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
wtf!?. (via boing boing)
last night i heard that a bunch of clowns showed up at MOCA for the andy warhol show, that is, piles of clowns. whatever. i have not seen the show because i feel that i have seen it for years, i see it everytime i stumble onto a brittany spear ad/commercial or drive past a j.lo restaurant or look at half the magazines out there. for some reason i wonder if warhol would be smirking (perhaps not openly) at this show. maybe not, maybe just staring all doe-in-the-road.
a few more articles about our good friends clearchannel are up over at salon.
lessee, shit is going down on ceasar's blog, more noodness in florida, and is it about time to check in with iconfactory?
no schedule, drifting a good deal, reading about jack "the king" kirby etc.
no schedule, drifting a good deal, reading about jack "the king" kirby etc.
Sunday, June 23, 2002
it's been a few days. i've kept busy by making bird-feeders (pine cones and peanut butter) and hanging hummingbird feeders.
its sunday and we're having a bbq at the neighbors behind us. if you happen to read this, come on over. i'm working on my first belgian beir so i ain't got time to figure out if this is hysterical or sick or both.
cat boxing.
heh.
its sunday and we're having a bbq at the neighbors behind us. if you happen to read this, come on over. i'm working on my first belgian beir so i ain't got time to figure out if this is hysterical or sick or both.
cat boxing.
heh.
Friday, June 21, 2002
stazz got back from belgium in one piece. missed one flight along the line so he ended up at LAX a few hours later than planned and his bicycle ended up in columbus, ohio or some chit like that. i think the bike should be landing on the westside in a bit. 26 some-odd hours of travelling. whoosh.
so last night we caught the second half of the england/brazil game. the brazillians looked like a bunch of whinning actors and the english looked slow on defense, and tired overall.
the roommate was only gone a month, but it seemed longer than that. with return, some kind of imaginary timer has wound down and i find myself wondering what the f i did for four weeks?!
no matter what i did, you should check out the skyscraper database.
so last night we caught the second half of the england/brazil game. the brazillians looked like a bunch of whinning actors and the english looked slow on defense, and tired overall.
the roommate was only gone a month, but it seemed longer than that. with return, some kind of imaginary timer has wound down and i find myself wondering what the f i did for four weeks?!
no matter what i did, you should check out the skyscraper database.
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
on another hand, the u.s. fish and wildlife service has put up a grip of public domain images in the "national image library"! free pics of whales and bears and chit. of particular note are the alaskan historical images - from 60 years or so ago - of note because i love stuff like this. the interface/nav took me a sec or two - you've gotta seach as far as i can tell. dig it. (also via mefi)
consulting firm.
would you trust these fools? too bad, looks like they spent some green on their 'marketing'. (via mefi)
would you trust these fools? too bad, looks like they spent some green on their 'marketing'. (via mefi)
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
from our buddy jim anchower:
heh.
- I saw the new Star Wars movie, and even that blew. I mean, yeah, there were some great space scenes, and you get to watch Yoda fight with a light saber, but as soon as the weed wore off, the whole thing just dragged. The love story was totally sappy, and there were all these long, boring scenes where these space senators were going on and on about trade-federation rules and shit. It was like watching C-SPAN on some other planet. I'll probably go see it again, just like I do with all the Star Wars movies, but this time I'm going in twice as baked.
heh.
oh yeah. today at the gym a question was posed to all within hearing. who among us, it was asked, is the one in possesion of 'the look'. you may wonder if any in attendance had the answer to this question? sadly, no.
the car is dropped off back up at the mechanics. i'm having the electrics given the once over twice, and this time is the twice part. i now have new interior lights and today, or tomorrow, he'll be opening up the dash, checking wires and installing a new right turn signal. that particular part had to be ordered which is why this was a two part operation.
below is pete seeger's recollection of woody guthrie's views on copyright:
via boingboing.
- Pete Seeger, June 1967:
When Woody Guthrie was singing hillbilly songs on a little Los Angeles radio station in the late 1930s, he used to mail out a small mimeographed songbook to listeners who wanted the words to his songs, On the bottom of one page appeared the following: "This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright # 154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do." W.G.
via boingboing.
according to the chicago tribune, this (registered site - user/password: metafilter) is from a united pilots announcement on a recent flight from chicago to washington d.c. i appreciate this kind of candor and would love to see a bunch of know-it-all new yorkers listen to it and follow directions. ever landed in nyc? as soon as the plane hits the pavement and even suggests slowing down new yorkers are standing up to get their carry-on luggage (while the attendants try to shout 'em down), turning on their precious cordless phones and generally plotting to get ahead of the next guy.
the above comes courtesy of metafilter 'natch.
the above comes courtesy of metafilter 'natch.
Monday, June 17, 2002
welp, i think that i have figured out how to make my archiving work, added "permalinks" etc. what this means is that should anyone out there decide to link to a post on this site - it'll work. it also means that now if you click on 'link' say, after this current post, you won't get a measly pacbell error page, you'll actually be sent to the june 2002 archive page which is slightly different than the home page in that the home page doesn't show a whole months worth of posts. for those who give a -ish, 'natch.
new mp3.
this one is "melancholia" by pete townsend. this version (are there more?) is from the 1983 album "scoop", a double lp of demos and sketches. there have been three "scoops" as well as "scooped", a best of the demos! yeesh. from the notes to this song:
this one is "melancholia" by pete townsend. this version (are there more?) is from the 1983 album "scoop", a double lp of demos and sketches. there have been three "scoops" as well as "scooped", a best of the demos! yeesh. from the notes to this song:
- Recorded at my Edbury Street studio this is a pre Tommy demo written around the time the band were facing a void in their career. It's a tremendously haunting song, but was obviously totally wrong for the band at a time we had just failed to get a hit with the glorious I CAN SEE FOR MILES. I suppose I was really melancholic when i wrote it. My first attempt at tape phasing or "flanging' can be heard on some elements of the track. I'm pretty sure The Who didn't even hear this song.
bright and early: movie physics deconstructed by nerds.
- The strength of the chimps would be proportional to the cross-sectional area of their muscles and increase with the square of the scale-up factor. So doubling a chimp's size would increase his strength by a factor of four. Unfortunately, the chimp's weight would have increased with the cube of the scale-up factor. He would now weigh eight times as much. His strength-to-weight ratio would be half its former value.
Saturday, June 15, 2002
records bought last night (aron's):
flaming lips - "the soft bulletin" (new cd, couldn't find used)
radar bros. - "the singing hatchet" (cd)
husker du - "everything falls apart
allman brothers band - s/t
stones - "goat head soup"
heaven 17 - "penthouse and pavement"
jerry reed - "best of" (amos moses and u.s. male!)
flaming lips - "the soft bulletin" (new cd, couldn't find used)
radar bros. - "the singing hatchet" (cd)
husker du - "everything falls apart
allman brothers band - s/t
stones - "goat head soup"
heaven 17 - "penthouse and pavement"
jerry reed - "best of" (amos moses and u.s. male!)
Friday, June 14, 2002
Pray, stay ye tun'd! Blackwolf the Dragonmaster, Duke of Talisker.
and in a different but related way, julius caesar has his own blog. a bit more historical than the duke's pages, bless his soul.
and in a different but related way, julius caesar has his own blog. a bit more historical than the duke's pages, bless his soul.
ah, and a new blog to stay on top of, this one is called 'in passing' and has snippets of over-heard conversation like this:
- "...name rings a bell, I probably know him from the dorms or something."
"Faulkner is an author, you probably know him from English 1a 'or something.'"
--Two guys outside Coffee Source
good morning. sleepy today, but not too sleepy for a little toxic waste. click to find out how close you are to a toxic waste transpo line. (via boingboing)
Thursday, June 13, 2002
new song up (thanks to g. or p. or sandalwood or whatever the fuck you guys call it). this time it's Poetry Man by Phoebe Snow. from a google search result:
- The first time I heard Phoebe Snow sing was twenty years ago. Driving home that day with my car pool pals, I snapped up in my seat and twisted the volume control on the radio. "Who's voice is that?" I said.
The driver said, "That's Phoebe Snow. The song is Poetry Man." She looked at me like I was the only fool in America who didn't know Poetry Man.
was just at the ymca (it's fun to go there) and was informed by a young lady that she is interested in visiting the place where other persons enjoy dancing. she also said that she is tired of inactivity, that she wants to feel alive. she felt that that she had a great deal to contribute to these people, and expressed interest in seeing what was available for her at this place.
the guardian wonders: wtf ever happened to the anthrax investigation.
the pasadena weekly used to have a wonderful featurette called the "police blotter"; essentially a list of calls to the pasadena police dept. something like:
9am - disturbance on the corner of el molino and orange grove
9:15 - breaking and entering - 1300 block of porkchop lane.
10:45 - unusual circumstances on the corner of mission and indiana ave.
stuff like that.
welp here is one from hot'lanta.
also, putting matt datt's blog in m'links.
i've been lazy with the mp3's because my demo version of fetch has run its course and i have not gotten off my ass to actually purchase it (which of course can be done via email). sheesh.
was invited out to the westside to visit/have lunch with a friend back in town from europe. he had a dinner appointment so i left around six and thought "traffic is gonna sux, perhaps i can kill some time at a record store..."
so i went to rhino records - still the strangest selection of used records i have ever seen - i was looking to buy but i'll be damned if i could find anything that made me cross that line the first time. there was a sale of new stock they were trying to get rid of including 20 copies of joy divisions live at the bbc (marked down from $30 to $15) - who is ordering this stuff? over in the used rack, a whole case/row full of european prog that i've never even HEARD of, probably in the vangelis/focus/tangerine dream realm, i'm guessing. sort of like the $2 cd bins, (who the fuck is this?) 'cept its vinyl and $10/each. weird store.
9am - disturbance on the corner of el molino and orange grove
9:15 - breaking and entering - 1300 block of porkchop lane.
10:45 - unusual circumstances on the corner of mission and indiana ave.
stuff like that.
welp here is one from hot'lanta.
also, putting matt datt's blog in m'links.
i've been lazy with the mp3's because my demo version of fetch has run its course and i have not gotten off my ass to actually purchase it (which of course can be done via email). sheesh.
was invited out to the westside to visit/have lunch with a friend back in town from europe. he had a dinner appointment so i left around six and thought "traffic is gonna sux, perhaps i can kill some time at a record store..."
so i went to rhino records - still the strangest selection of used records i have ever seen - i was looking to buy but i'll be damned if i could find anything that made me cross that line the first time. there was a sale of new stock they were trying to get rid of including 20 copies of joy divisions live at the bbc (marked down from $30 to $15) - who is ordering this stuff? over in the used rack, a whole case/row full of european prog that i've never even HEARD of, probably in the vangelis/focus/tangerine dream realm, i'm guessing. sort of like the $2 cd bins, (who the fuck is this?) 'cept its vinyl and $10/each. weird store.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
just checked in with the good people at fantagraphics and found this is out. bust. i do like the krazy kat and its softcover t'boot.
dig it. mp3's of jack "the king" kirby being interviewed by gary groth of fantagraphics. this hot tip came via boingboing. i ain't had a chance to listen to 'em, but bb said they'll only be up until friday - so d/l now, sort later.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
- Ted Nugent Talks That Way Even When Buying Socks
SAGINAW, MI—According to JC Penney men's-department sources, rocker Ted Nugent talks that way even when buying socks. "What color socks do I want? I want every damn color, plus a whole bunch of colors that don't even exist," Nugent told sales associate Jonathan Alexander. "Life is too short, man. Whether it's socks or shoes or whatever, you gotta bite into life like it's a great big ol' hunk of bison. Otherwise, you wake up and suddenly—poof—you're fat and old, and you never had any friggin' fun. And if you're not having fun, you may as well move to Iraq or Cuba or some other hellhole where there ain't no good times to be had." Nugent added that that's the way he sees it, and that if you don't like it, you can kiss his lily-white ass.
wft??
oh man, this big battel stuff is so baked i can't even believe it. spend a few minutes wandering through the site, looking at the videos (there are several areas of vids) and don't miss the bios. would love to get these guys out here.
oh man, this big battel stuff is so baked i can't even believe it. spend a few minutes wandering through the site, looking at the videos (there are several areas of vids) and don't miss the bios. would love to get these guys out here.
Monday, June 10, 2002
as i write this (6:45 pm PST) everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. be-yotch.
wooden floor installing/finishing dudes seem to always be rocked out dudes who have been baked alot. a cliche for sure, but the floors in our pad haven't been re-done in years and years and the landlord had his floor dude stop by this morning and "patch" two bits; by the entrance to the front and back doors. now i'm sitting here getting baked from the fumes. guess its time to rock. whoosh.
Sunday, June 09, 2002
if you are still of a mind to use hobbit lettuce then perhaps the country bears movie is for you. between commercials i've seen during recent basketball games and movies like this, i'm convinced that everyone making this chit is baked like a cake. don't believe me, dig the trailer. if anyone has a clue, they'll have midnight movie screenings of this insanity.
Friday, June 07, 2002
i cannot recommend (the original version, can't vouch for the 'extended' but i'm sure its fine even though it changes the end point. goddamn cd's.) this strongly enough.
back when i was a young man, my buddy scott had records that the rest of us didn't. some ramones, clash, jam and what-not. louisville did not have a college radio station (this is early 80's) or an indie station. MTv was hitting its stride so most "new" music came via that source. but some earlier tunes, like the record above was too early for mtv and too late for most college stations (which we didn't have anyway). how scott ended up with it i'll never know. perhaps it was via his older friend greg from the neighborhood - he was into this stuff as well.
we'd sit in scott's little bedroom and blast the stuff out of his cheap-shit stereo leaning up agains the walls that were probably 8 feet apart until his old man, wilbur, would bust in wearing golf shorts, beer-belly shining and start yelling "rockrockrock" and jumping around until chased out by his son. heh. crazy f'in' jeeter.
the first three ramones records are *beyond criticism* to me. if you wanna talk shit about 'em or put them in some sort of scale - go sell crazy somewhere else, i've got plenty. chit rules the world.
here my friend is buying from one addict and selling to another.
back when i was a young man, my buddy scott had records that the rest of us didn't. some ramones, clash, jam and what-not. louisville did not have a college radio station (this is early 80's) or an indie station. MTv was hitting its stride so most "new" music came via that source. but some earlier tunes, like the record above was too early for mtv and too late for most college stations (which we didn't have anyway). how scott ended up with it i'll never know. perhaps it was via his older friend greg from the neighborhood - he was into this stuff as well.
we'd sit in scott's little bedroom and blast the stuff out of his cheap-shit stereo leaning up agains the walls that were probably 8 feet apart until his old man, wilbur, would bust in wearing golf shorts, beer-belly shining and start yelling "rockrockrock" and jumping around until chased out by his son. heh. crazy f'in' jeeter.
the first three ramones records are *beyond criticism* to me. if you wanna talk shit about 'em or put them in some sort of scale - go sell crazy somewhere else, i've got plenty. chit rules the world.
here my friend is buying from one addict and selling to another.
Thursday, June 06, 2002
dee dee is gone now.
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
dom went camping recently and below is a little something about it.
- i've heard the lonesome whippoorwhill
Insects rule this planet.
On the face of it, this probably seems like a gross overstatement of the fact that insects far outnumber the combined quantities of all other living creatures both in terms of body count and number of species. It has been speculated that 80% of the biomass of the Animal Kingdom is made up of insects (Encyclopedia Britannica). That's a lot of fucking insects.
But don't let the patent disparity between shotgun houses and anthills fool you. Sure, we unconsciously crush ants and beetles under our heels and deter perseverant mosquitoes with Cutter. But when you leave the city and spend two hours after dusk, stripped to the waist, taking turns with your camping buddy at using flashlight to locate and pick ticks off of each other, you realize that the insects are growing us for food. It's kinda like THE MATRIX but a lot less complicated.
I guess the condescending little hippie dude at the $aint Mathew$ outdoor store wasn't joshing us when he said that the ticks at Park Mammoth were BAD this time of year. Unfortunately we got a late start on Saturday and somebody had jacked our preferred campsite at the lake, where we could dip in cold water every 30 minutes to give the blood suckers the slip. So plan B was Three Springs campsite, halfway down a ridge overlooking a big bottom on the green river.
Sadly the, the eponymous springs were not flowing, so we had to go to the river for water.
If I exert myself in any weather warmer than 70F I require five gallons of water a day to stay alive. Carting that weight down the 2 vertical miles from the trailhead to the campsite would have SUCKED, but if I had known what was in store for us I would have done it. Though technology cannot save you from ticks (the 28% DEET that I was soaking myself in didn't seem to phase them), it can turn muddy river water into evian water.
Steve has this handy little pump contraption that filters out all of the silt and critters lickety-split. We didn't have such wondrous things when I was camping as a teenager. But it was on the way to the river that the ticks waylaid us.
To get to the water we had to cross the bottom that was full of reeds that were taller than the six foot dwarf in some places. I am sure that the ticks were overjoyed to have two giant bags of blood thrown into their den. As I just started dosing with prescription Allegra-D less than 48 hours before and had to supplement with Actifed, I was totally cranked up and spent most of the night in my tent shining my flashlight at the ceiling and watching bugs fall from the trees onto the tent's mesh sky light like a light shower of rain. But the really cool thing about the trip was that a whippoorwhill started belting out its namesake call next door to our camp at about two in the morning.
It was LOUD! And a confused woodcock was answering him. They kept at it for over an hour.
Also very impressive was the periodic bullfrog chorus from the river. The upside : NO RACCOONS. Not one. I heard snorting around the tent but it must have been a skunk. In the morning our packs were undisturbed and hanging right where we left them. Park rangers say they are in low numbers because the Coyotes are coming back.
Righteous.
Monday, June 03, 2002
them aussies are out of here; they are probably stuck on the 110 south right now, perhaps reaching the carpool lanes south of downtown if they are lucky. fingers-crossed that they reach LAX in time to get to NYC and points beyond.
we made it down to MOCA yesterday for the zero to infinity show. good looking pile of stuff - i rate some of these dudes more than others but in the words of a visiting brit, some of the work "looks as fresh today as it did then." and its true. didn't have the energy to take the shuttle and wander through the warhol exhibit - i see that MOCA has put up a special splash page announcing the exhibition - won't be long until popups appear?
also managed to catch the last day of Central European Avant-Gardes: Exchange and Transformation, 1910–1930 at LACMA. a fantastic show of work for ye olden days of the possible futures. lots of cubist paintings (my least favorite part of the show) as well as textile/home furnishings, photographs, sculpture and plenty of design work 'natch. i'm afraid its closed this weekend but the catalog is a bargain! they've reduced the price to $24 bucks! buy it.
various dinners out, beers, drivings, bookstores, coffees and chicken and waffles took up most of the rest of the weekend as well as a few openings. "song poems", steven hull's project involving a number of artists opened with live performances at the beautiful palace theater in downtown l.a. and visual work at rosamund felsen in bergamot. also happenin' is ricky swallow's show at karyn lovegrove's galerie at the mid-wilshire complex. ricky is an artist i met while down in australia and who will be spending a few months in l.a. preparing work for a show in nyc. bust.
and lastly was the Pasadena Museum of California Art. more of a kunsthalle really, in that most all of the works on disply were loaners, not from a collection. early review: better to have it than to not. not a home run the first time at bat but we'll see what happens. good luck.
whoosh. i rarely go to art events anymore, kind of a fault in some sense, so it was good that a few out-of-towners from down-underneath showed up. first thing they did was look through the weekly up at senor fish and proclaim that: we want to see this, and this and have you seen this and this? of course i had seen nothing having been digging holes in the backyard and reading comic books.
oh yeah - we also took a tour of the ennis-brown house, one of frank lloyd wright's concrete block constructions. the house used to have a much more irregular tour schedule when the last private owner, mr. brown, was still alive and living within. now it has regular tours through the week. a bit of a brilliant failure i think as wright walked off the job after mr. and mrs. ennis wanted to decorate with this or that - so it seemed that every room had some kind of caveat to go with it in the the form of something being added later or something not finished or some ye olde furniture that was placed there. worth a trip though.
a world cup blog is here.
also - matt dat dot com has a new blog. he is an old friend of my roommate back in jeffersonville indiana.
we made it down to MOCA yesterday for the zero to infinity show. good looking pile of stuff - i rate some of these dudes more than others but in the words of a visiting brit, some of the work "looks as fresh today as it did then." and its true. didn't have the energy to take the shuttle and wander through the warhol exhibit - i see that MOCA has put up a special splash page announcing the exhibition - won't be long until popups appear?
also managed to catch the last day of Central European Avant-Gardes: Exchange and Transformation, 1910–1930 at LACMA. a fantastic show of work for ye olden days of the possible futures. lots of cubist paintings (my least favorite part of the show) as well as textile/home furnishings, photographs, sculpture and plenty of design work 'natch. i'm afraid its closed this weekend but the catalog is a bargain! they've reduced the price to $24 bucks! buy it.
various dinners out, beers, drivings, bookstores, coffees and chicken and waffles took up most of the rest of the weekend as well as a few openings. "song poems", steven hull's project involving a number of artists opened with live performances at the beautiful palace theater in downtown l.a. and visual work at rosamund felsen in bergamot. also happenin' is ricky swallow's show at karyn lovegrove's galerie at the mid-wilshire complex. ricky is an artist i met while down in australia and who will be spending a few months in l.a. preparing work for a show in nyc. bust.
and lastly was the Pasadena Museum of California Art. more of a kunsthalle really, in that most all of the works on disply were loaners, not from a collection. early review: better to have it than to not. not a home run the first time at bat but we'll see what happens. good luck.
whoosh. i rarely go to art events anymore, kind of a fault in some sense, so it was good that a few out-of-towners from down-underneath showed up. first thing they did was look through the weekly up at senor fish and proclaim that: we want to see this, and this and have you seen this and this? of course i had seen nothing having been digging holes in the backyard and reading comic books.
oh yeah - we also took a tour of the ennis-brown house, one of frank lloyd wright's concrete block constructions. the house used to have a much more irregular tour schedule when the last private owner, mr. brown, was still alive and living within. now it has regular tours through the week. a bit of a brilliant failure i think as wright walked off the job after mr. and mrs. ennis wanted to decorate with this or that - so it seemed that every room had some kind of caveat to go with it in the the form of something being added later or something not finished or some ye olde furniture that was placed there. worth a trip though.
a world cup blog is here.
also - matt dat dot com has a new blog. he is an old friend of my roommate back in jeffersonville indiana.
