Thursday, February 22, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Arthur Kane
Watched New York Doll tonight, the story of Arthur "Killer" Kane. Story book ending to a story book life. Plus a great bonus interview with Morrissey at the end. Muy recomendado.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Larry Keenan
Totally wild pics of "60's & 70's Counterculture"- Ginsberg, Dylan, Ferlinghetti, Balin & Slick, lots of San Francisco people & sights.
Friday Laffs
The 2006 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest winners have been announced.
Some entries:
Some entries:
It was a dreary Monday in September when Constable Lightspeed came across the rotting corpse that resembled one of those zombies from Michael Jackson's "Thriller," except that it was lying down and not performing the electric slide.
The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up.
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities.
The nervous and untried exotic dancer seemed to cling protectively to her brass pole like the edge of a roll of plastic wrap when you are looking for the beginning of the roll and it seems like it's healed up or melted into the rest of the wrap until finally you just give up and use foil or wax paper instead.
Sex with Rachel after she turned fifty was like driving the last-place team on the last day of the Iditarod Dog Sled Race, the point no longer the ride but the finish, the difficulty not the speed but keeping all the parts moving in the right direction, not to mention all that irritating barking.
The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up.
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities.
The nervous and untried exotic dancer seemed to cling protectively to her brass pole like the edge of a roll of plastic wrap when you are looking for the beginning of the roll and it seems like it's healed up or melted into the rest of the wrap until finally you just give up and use foil or wax paper instead.
Sex with Rachel after she turned fifty was like driving the last-place team on the last day of the Iditarod Dog Sled Race, the point no longer the ride but the finish, the difficulty not the speed but keeping all the parts moving in the right direction, not to mention all that irritating barking.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
DRM
Steve Jobs on DRM, stating the obvious. We're in middle of a wobbly transition and the bigwigs are standing in a circular firing line. Wonder what'll win, short term greed or...? Oh yeah, stupid question.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Song of the Day
Today's moment of Zen is brought to you by Rob Crow. The song is Taste, from his new elpee Living Well. Songs like this are why I don't need drugs - this song makes me higher than anything I've ever ingested. I downloaded Living Well guardedly hoping to like it, because I'm a Rob fan from way back. I first heard of him in Optiganally Yours, a duo with Pea Hix. Rob's been in lots of other bands, most notably Pinback. He pretty much IS Pinback.
Anyway, Living Well is sort of standard-issue Pinback-like material until you get to Taste. When it first came on I had a "moment", an encounter with nirvana, a vision, an epiphanic stop-what-you're-doing this-is-more-important sound orgasm. I've listened to it at least 30 times since then, and the appeal does not seem to fade. How the hell is that possible? I don't even want to think about it because it would almost certainly detract from the experience. Bliss can't be explained w/out diminishing it, it's like the musical equivalent of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. you just have to live it. If you're lucky, that is. When the moment is over, if all you can muster is "Wow", that's enough.
Wow.
Anyway, Living Well is sort of standard-issue Pinback-like material until you get to Taste. When it first came on I had a "moment", an encounter with nirvana, a vision, an epiphanic stop-what-you're-doing this-is-more-important sound orgasm. I've listened to it at least 30 times since then, and the appeal does not seem to fade. How the hell is that possible? I don't even want to think about it because it would almost certainly detract from the experience. Bliss can't be explained w/out diminishing it, it's like the musical equivalent of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. you just have to live it. If you're lucky, that is. When the moment is over, if all you can muster is "Wow", that's enough.
Wow.