Thursday, April 30, 2009
Message from Mayo
A blog IS a cruel mistress,
Wait - I COULD sort of use this
According to On Demand Books, there are currently five Espresso machines in the
U.S. (with 10 others in locations throughout Canada and the U.K.). This, though,
will soon change. Dane Neller, CEO of On Demand, said that "within a
relatively short period that number will be increasing dramatically." On Demand
is releasing a new model of the machine, version 2.0, which will print books
faster--roughly four minutes for a 300-page book as opposed to eight
minutes--and be offered at a lower price point. Neller added that the Espresso machine can now be
leased as well. The 2.0 model will be on display at the London Book Fair.
So, yeah, books printed on demand, on the spot, I guess - but how about a machine that prints a collection of all my favorite Updike stories?
Of course, if such a machine existed, the Bride would make me sleep in the street.
Pandemic!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaEc_5abpfA
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
MY next lp
Burr Steers
Turns out he directed that Zac Efron 17 Again thing!
SICK!
Also, see Burr himself at about 13 seconds in:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC7aqg7qzSQ
Hold on!
Old Diane Selwyn is the girl who becomes the star's girlfriend til star-girl leaves her for director J Therou and Diane then hires dude to kill her. Or something. But, anyway, the whole Betty part is a dream Diane's having. Maybe.
Anyway, it's a lot more clearcut and plotty then I ever thought when I watched it when all hopped up on liquor. Who knows what other movies might actually be good?
[Plus - Dorothy Vallens lives in Deep River apartments, and Betty is from Deep River, Ontario. Deep River is itself an anagram of reprieved. And driver pee!]
Forgot:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GekiIMh4ZkM
Ovens
Well, Ovens's self-titled opus is for you!
44 songs in 59 minutes! Half of which seem to feature the solo from "Stairway to Heaven!" Titles include "Drunk Shit," "Cows" and "Puke When I'm Sad." It's a shame I'm not on a prom theme committee!
I know nothing about them, at all. Happened on this.
Something called Aquarius Records?
Fight (yawn) club
Was running late this morning so took a different route through downtown to get on the highway and there, right in the middle of things, in the street in front of a gym/fruit wholesale warehouse thing, were maybe a dozen people (one woman, at least, bobbing up and down excitedly) in a circle, all of them wearing boxing gloves, watching two guys in their mid-40s to mid-50's "spar."
It was about 7:20 em EST.
Why in the street?
Pretty dumb!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Spring rekkids
The first song on the LP is "Haunted By You" and there is a video I'd not seen, which is loveably low-tech and is SO British it stops just short of trotting Benny Hill out as an extra. Also Steve Mason's "Look at me! I'm Paul Weller!" guitar stance/face is pretty sweet!:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZnGKlx4UZU
Then, my buddy Chooch had been raving about the new Bird and the Bee, who, while I liked the last record alright, I have an aversion to because the chick's dad was in Little Feat, and they just sort of smack of too much Largo-ness. To me, anyway. So it was not without a sense of obligation that I fired up their new one today, as Chooch had sent it along. Well, it's stellar, low-budget Lynchisms of this here video notwithstanding:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nI3g9RaVkdY
Also, Chooch is a microbiologist at Mayo Clinic and says re: pig fever to "[not] believe the hype!"
So that's one less thing to worry about. Back to suitcase nukes!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwPYuC5Y4k
I touched the face of God last night, pretty much
Couldn't decide what I wanted for dinner late, thought of going to Mexi-hole, but that sounded like work and then I thought "Cereal!" Hadn't had any in six months, I'd guess.
So, wandering the aisles, I thought "Wheaties?" I often crave Wheaties. Then I thought "Crunchberries?" Then I saw the blueberry wonderment.
So, yeah, shit's amazing. Milk turned blue/purple even!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Taking the pork to the streets
Rescue
How it starts
* anyone from High School Musical or Twilight or The Hills, etc
* Blu-Ray ("You have to see Ghostbusters II in Blu-Ray!" Um, no. I'm not even really entirely sure what it is. I mean, yes, it's a format - but you need a different player? I suppose?)
* any video games post-, I dunno, DigDug?
etc etc, all of which is a way of saying I now understand how my crotchety parents got to be the way they are (scared of the phone, unaware of any new technology post-1980, blissfully oblivious as to what any products they see advertised during their precious PGA coverage actually are...).
I mean, within two weeks, I will no longer know how a phone works or whatnot.
Which is scary, for when I have kids, they will automatically know how to do all kinds of shit automatically, straight out the baby drain. "Here, dad, give me that."
Also, a warning to any kids I might have - you will listen to MY shit, I won't bend and listen to any tween horseshit you insist on playing when gathered with your friends. Stay in your room if you want to listen to Disney Radio-style Miley crap. If you want to listen to the new Camera Obscura or Quadrophenia or whatever I happen to have on, then maybe we can be friends.
Maybe.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Chico 2008 - 2009
Our friend little Chico O. was killed Sunday on the road. Hit by a car. Kids distraught, of course.
I loved this little guy...he was like a son to me, or as much like a son as someone else's cat I only met twice could be.
Late yesterday I was reflecting on his little soul when the phone rang and it was a friend saying "Hey - do you know anyone who needs kittens? Some client of mine has two cats that BOTH just had litters...not even weaned yet."
SO, I got in touch with the distraught parents and am awaiting digi-pics of the selection o' yelping brats.
I think that, as arbiter of this adoption, I should be allowed to lay amongst the ten or however newbies and name them all: Beatrix, Starla, Chicken #2, Chuff, Chexbres, Rainmaker, Xerxes, Leenda, E Lois and Paul.
Will up pics as available!
Developing...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
MY head will bleed...
An interesting experiment, it turned out
OH! Social experimentation, yes...so, on a random Saturday (last week, in fact), I threw this pup on and proceeded to get odd looks all day. Because rainbow ANYTHING (even though this is not strictly a rainbow) = TEH GEIGH, right? One joker I know saw it and laughed out loud. I, maintaining my cool and pretending to not understand, was all "What?"
"That's a pretty gay shirt, man."
"Actually, no," I rejoined, rapier-like, "it's not at all. This is from 1989, you know? Technique? This is before the rainbow was co-opted by gay pride stuff. Never mind that it's really not a rainbow. Also, that's a pretty ignorant fucking FoxNews cornball attitude you have, one that sort of shows your ignorance, you know? Social ignorance, yes, but mostly musical." Then I skipped away.
Later in the day, I went fishing with my oldest brother, who is shaped a bit like a deaf bowling pin. Not the type one would take for a poof. But as I came down the path, some tattooed baby-daddy type whispered to his companion (a woman of indeterminate age who could have been his mom or maybe lover) and then they both looked askance at me. Because A FRUIT WAS HERE TO FISH, apparently.
Still later, the Bride and I went up the street for dinner and our waitress asked us if we wanted separate checks, because I must have looked to this 24-year old like a gay Harry Dean Stanton, someone surely not bethrothed to anyone as young and fetching as my companion. Maybe I was her gay dad, in town from Albany to talk about the probating of a will, while "Keith" stayed back at the Marriott.
Anyway, it was very interesting and made me think that it is a racist, homophobic world. Thank god it's coming to an end, according to a third of tweens!
Also, my next acquisition:
This, it will be fun to explain, is not a tacit endorsement of alcohol consumption so much as a sumptuary celebration of the 1990 single by electro-pop supergroup Electronic. You know, with Barney from New Order, Johnny Marr and the Pet Shop Boys.
Then some asshole in a Dirks [sp?] Bentley shirt will say "Pet Shop Boys? GAY!"
Youth of today: grow a pair!
Oh, rilly?
See, when I was comin' up, we had to actually worry about Russians and stuff. Nuclear war was an inevitability. Every day was framed in the certitude that it could be the one where there would be the FLASH and then the nothing.
Point being, none of that shit happened and I wasted my entire youth freaking out nearly every time a jet flew over.
If you really want to do something, get a library card and spend the summer reading. And listen to some good music for once, fer Crissakes.
Love,
yr cranky uncle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTOQUnvI3CA
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXwrCQIB0o0&feature=related
Monday, April 20, 2009
Heh
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Granted, the extra "t" could likely stand for This Movie's Gonna Suck.
CHEERWINE, b-tches!
JG Ballard dead
Author of Crash, the first dirty book I ever read, really.
Excellent cover to edition at left, btw.
Quel crappy year for Martin Amis, though! First JU, then this.
I should send him a note and see if he's okay.
High-Rise is also good.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Not rhetorical
IS there anything more cute than this picture of Black Flag bass player Kira Roessler, ca. 1984?
I mean, she did invent "girl bass players," after all. Maybe the Kims were doing stuff prior to this, but this is the proto-bass cutie pic to be reckoned with.
Damn!
You kids can keep your Zac Ephrong or whatever the hell!
Been saying this for five or ten years,
I don't have any tattoos, myself, though when Biscuit dies I will probably have to get her tattooed somewhere...maybe on the other cat; and I used to think that I should just get Nick Eddy inked on my atrophied bicep, in advance of my body being found in a pile during some sort of A Boy and His Dog-style nuclear end-time, until a friend helpfully pointed out that someone could just machete off my arm and then where would I be?
But when Mike Tyson added the cliched (well, but for location) "tribal" marks to his fizzog, I realized then that the BEST tattoo would be to have Mike Tyson's tattooed face tattooed (in miniature, maybe in Gary Panter style, or Roz Chast) ON MY FACE!
YES!
Santa Muerte
This Saint is frequently dressed as a grim
reaper with a scythe and scales (the scales may be reminiscent of St. Michael). She may also
be dressed in a long, white satin gown with a golden crown (Muerte, and its
related Romance words, has a
feminine gender). In this form, many devotees view her as a variation of the Virgin Mary.
Santa Muerte
Blanca
Grim Reaper statues are made in red, white, green and black – for
love, luck, financial success and protection. Offerings to Santa Muerte include
roses, marijuana, cigarettes, fruit, candy and tequila. Public shrines to Saint Death are
adorned with red roses, cigars, and bottles of tequila, [!] and Santa Muerte
candles burn in her honor. Throughout Mexico, and in parts of the United States
(especially in Mexican immigrant communities), Santa Muerte prayer cards,
polichinels, medals, and candles are made and sold to the public.[1] The Santa
Muerte is often patronized by drug traffickers, kidnappers, other criminals, or
by people who live in neighborhoods plagued by violence. Many of the shrines
dedicated to La SantÃsima Muerte that are located along highways in northern
Mexico were funded by drug traffickers.
It's just a shame that Soderbergh already made Traffic - who else will have the right sepia filter to film the inevitable "true-crime mystery of the millenium!"(Nick Eddy Relents, 2011) ? Maybe Stephen Frears? No, no, that Y Tu Mama Tambien kid!
"I Spy"
Still, it's Jarvo Day, apparently, because I decided to put "I Spy" on a mix CD and then remembered this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxdgvpC3v0g
It also rules because he was 32-3 when pulling off this "coy" look. Dumb/great!
The Cruel Signmaker
On the recent jaunt to the near-West, I saw any number of signs for a Lion's Den-style smut shack called Passion's [sic].
PASSION'S
35 mi. ahead - ADULT SUPERSTORE
My question was: was it supposed to be called Passions, sans apostrophe? Or was there an actual proprietress called "Passion"? As in: (employee answers phone) "Passion's...no, you just missed her, she had to drive over to Topeka to pick up some [orifice-damming device-name redacted]..."
???
Anyway, this put me in mind of signmakers, billboard designers et al. I thought at first to write a short story about a sad, near-retirement age fellow who runs a sign shop and has so despaired of having idiot customers come in wanting badly spelled or grammatically flawed signage that he finally just gives in and starts making signs that do indeed say, say, Passion's...but even I don't want to read that (too depressing!), so instead I'm going to open a business where I can sternly refuse any proffered text with such glaring errors as "Now there's [sic] two choices!" or "quotes" randomly "inserted" by "people" who "don't" know "any better."
So, yes, pop on in to The Cruel Signmaker!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The only five good songs I heard crossing a third of the US
2. REM - "Losing My Religion"
3. 1/2 of Beatles - "You're Gonna Lose That Girl"
4. Beyonce - "Put A Ring On It," which, while not actually "good" in any kind of traditional way has going for it: a) it NEVER sounds like the same song to me twice (and this may depend on where I am sitting in the car at a given time of its playing) and b.) that third line in the chorus where it sort of goes up? I think? "somethin somethin somethin' put a ring on it?"- never fails to make me strain to hear exactly what is going on...like in "Mr Disco" where the drum machine seems to create an inescapable vacuum in the headphones, and any straining I will count as exercise.
5. Beastie Boys - "No Sleep Til Brooklyn"...this song, I am apprised, is practically a Classic Rock standard now, which kills me, because it is proto-mook bullshit of the highest order. I probably hadn't heard it in at least ten years, and then heard it TWICE in a day. Still, the had-to-be-one-take solo by Kerry King of Slayer is likely the sloppiest guitar break on generic commercial radio, so that must be applauded. I guess.
How I made mass "special"
"I do renounce them."
Prairie burn
Controlled what?, we ask back in civilisation [sic].
Prairie burns! Last year's wheat, milo, etc all are burnt away by controlled burning, tightly controlled and regimented. We saw a whole field ablaze in the darkest night. And yes, it was that poetic. It's dangerous, too - the Bride's grandmother, when your reporting greenhorn quizzed her about said burning, was quick to say "Yes - a man was killed just yesterday when the fire got away from him, they had on the news." High drama on the plains, yo! As for the signage, huge black plumes of smoke will cross the highway when the wind is right (wrong?), and cars are required to sit and wait (the darkness is impenetrable) until it is clear again. Bring a picnic lunch!
Also, on return trip, the weird lunar Kansas surface was charred black in long stretches from the fires and made yet blacker by heavy rains, giving the whole place, horizon to horizon, a feel of nuclear winter (or maybe some highly volcanic and unsettled Hawaiian island). That we passed through Lawrence, where The Day After was shot, made it all the more, um, special. No sign commemorating a visit from Jason Robards, alack.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVYirmpptuY
Heaven on earth
They're all clean, the coffee stations are like the fall of Rome in their luxurious plethora of choices, and the taquitos! Good hell! Does your local east-of-the-Mississip GasHole offer Triple Pepper Salsa as a normal sauce, like ketchup?
Thought not!
I mean, really, all they need to do is get their prairie states licensed for delivery of Cheerwine and I would just pull up a cot and live in the sumbitch.