nine billion names and counting

Out For a Good Time

2009-07-13T08:42:00.000-07:00

vocal harmonic of the tree of knowledge of good and evil

2009-07-12T21:18:00.000-07:00

By way of the bad'uns at The Poor Man Institute:

Give Up

Further Along

Stand By Me

I spent the morning in church today. I did. Don't ask. But it made me crave something more like real church music, not necessarily Palestrina but matching suit gospel singing.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

cool waves

2009-07-12T20:57:00.000-07:00

I found this guys somehow and felt that young surf/Golden Age sci-fi vibe riding one sine carrier mothership wave:

Wingnut's Theme

did you know?

2009-07-12T20:54:00.001-07:00

That destrudo is the opposite of libido.

why not a bit more Boz?

2009-07-12T06:20:00.000-07:00

Not that he didn't experience massive success, but Boz Skaggs remains, I feel, an underappreciated musical auteur. Man can truly *sing*, plays several instruments not virtuosically but in a manner consummately integrated with his singing and does so live, real-time, multi-tasking, and wrote many exceptional song, both melodically, harmonically, rhythmically and, finishing touch, lyrically (in both senses of that word).

The following song has always been a favorite of mine, partly because about the time it came out I was living in NE Georgia. Athens area, but lacking contact with the local college crowd, I missed the initial incarnations of REM and, many tears and mea culpa, The B-52s. I was ensconced in the backwoods redneck ne'er-do-well scene, and had to get by on Lynyrd Skynyrd and Bob Seger. Fortunstely, the local pool-beer hall juke had a copy of Skaggs' Harbor Lights. That and an obscure Joe Walsh B-side ballad, Pretty Maids All In a Row, were almost my sole musical nutrition during those engagingly degenerate, culturally deelevating, and often way too fun times.

Georgia

"...your daddy was high the night he dreamed of you... your backseat boys and drive-in noise... Christmas in your eyes..." and a perfect nod to Irving Berlin and Hoagy Carmichael: "...moonlight through the pines..."

And the main narrative POV:

"Georgia, we will be together, dear
If they ever let me out of here"

Love, lust, backwoods, illegal activity for a woman, jail: I remember Georgia well, and fondly. Only her name was Susan. I think. Been a long time. But Georgia... so rich and pure in its distillation of human fever and folly. Raymond Chandler only wrote about LA because he was stuck out there. He would have had more fun and better subject matter in Georgia, even with Hollywood's Babylonian factor.

Listen to me. Old Rockin' Chair's got me again...

extinct species

2009-07-11T15:22:00.000-07:00

Only 100 years ago, images like this were common:

types of liverworts

while species like this:

a liverwort

and

another liverwort

had yet to evolve from images like this:

botanical daguerreotypography

(The 2nd image, BTW, is called false Unicorn root.)

when just one racial stereotype won't do

2009-07-06T17:30:00.000-07:00

visch many glottal stop fricatives

Devil w/ a gun metal grey dress on

from the blue mountain tenements of Detroit

the lake Couer d'Alene

2009-07-03T21:20:00.000-07:00

82 years old

2009-06-25T21:44:00.000-07:00

Stravinsky Rises Into His Ashes

lunar canine

2009-06-17T16:09:00.000-07:00

Music by Mr. Moondog

A man whose biography is as enriching and delightful as his music.

makes me think of Mollita...w

2009-06-11T14:25:00.000-07:00

whom I can hear singing this very eloquently...

when supper sings...

2009-06-11T14:22:00.000-07:00

Ladies of the Bulgarian Ivy League

a new form of...

2009-06-09T21:38:00.000-07:00

air giutar

's coo...L

2009-06-09T21:25:00.001-07:00

ee Konitz and a clade of cats

What's the difference between a pole and a poll?

2009-06-06T17:13:00.000-07:00

The former has more polish than the ladder.

the wonders of humanity

2009-06-06T07:37:00.000-07:00

Eventually you learn that throwing stones at people because they're throwing stones at people is a poor way of asserting the principle of 'let he who is without sin cast the first stone'.

When Jesus said 'Turn the other cheek', He perhaps meant 'Just walk away'?

Bartok

2009-06-05T13:28:00.000-07:00

a movement from Bartok's sonata for solo violin, from an ancient studio recording so incredibly hot-miked there are harmonic artifacts in it, presumably from its many transitions through various record/display media to its current YouTubalization.

I Remember When It Took Drugs to Make Paintings Do This

2009-06-05T13:25:00.000-07:00

Kinetic Kandinsky

spring is full

2009-06-05T13:22:00.000-07:00

Everything but the Packaged Picnic Lunch

It's Like Some People Can't Spell Smell

2009-05-28T19:05:00.000-07:00

entrancement at the thaumatruge

2009-05-27T16:33:00.000-07:00

Nemo Gould

CONCERNING THE BEARD OF MACROPROSOPUS IN GENERAL.

2009-05-25T07:58:00.000-07:00

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The Kabbalah has a lot to say about beards, which I shall now proceed to quote. There is much, much more of these beard-related activities, but the following should be enough to convince you that the terrorists are hopelessly out-classed in the beard department. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.

Ahem [Clears throat]:

CONCERNING THE BEARD OF MACROPROSOPUS IN GENERAL.

209. RABBI SCHIMEON began, and said: Woe unto him who extendeth his hand unto that most glorious supernal beard of the Holy Ancient One, the concealed of all.

210. This is the praise of that beard; the beard which is concealed and most precious in all its dispositions; the beard which neither the superiors nor the inferiors have known; the beard which is the praise of all praise; the beard to which neither man, nor prophet, nor saint hath approached so as to behold it.

211. The beard, whose hairs hang down even unto the breast, white as snow; the adornment of adornments, the concealment of concealments, the truth of all truths.

212. It is said in the “Book of Concealed Mystery”: That beard, the truth of all (truths), proceedeth from the place of the ears, and descendeth around the mouth of the Holy One; arid descendeth and ascendeth, covering (the cheeks which it calleth) the places of copious fragrance; (it is) white with ornament: and it descendeth in the equilibrium (of balanced power), and furnisheth a covering even unto the midst of the breast.

213. That is the beard of adornment, true and perfect, from the which flow down thirteen fountains, scattering the most precious balm of splendour.

214. This is disposed in thirteen forms.

215. In the first disposition are classed the hairs from above, and it commenceth from that portion of the hair of His head which is above His ears; and descendeth in one tress before the apertures of the ears in the most perfect equilibrium, even unto the corner of the mouth.

216. In the second disposition are classed the hairs from the comer of the mouth, and they ascend even unto the other corner of the mouth in perfectly equated order.

217. The third disposition is from midway between the nostrils; beneath those two apertures there goeth forth a certain path, and the hair is wanting in that path; but on either side of and bordering that path it is fuller and in perfect order.

218. The hairs which are classed under the fourth disposition descend below the mouth from the one corner even unto the other comer, in perfect order.

219. The fifth disposition. Beneath the mouth proceedeth another path, from the region of the superior path, and those two paths are impressed on His mouth on this side and on that.

220. The hairs which are classed in the sixth disposition ascend and come from beneath upwards unto the corner of the mouth, and cover the places of copious fragrance, even unto the upper corner of the mouth, and the hair descendeth at the corner of the opening, and across below the mouth.

221. In the seventh disposition the hair terminateth, and there are seen two apples in the places of copious fragrance, beautiful and joyful in aspect, because (in that aspect) is the universe maintained. And this is that which is said, Prov. xvi. 16: “In the light of the king’s countenance is life.”

222. In the eighth disposition a certain tress of hair proceedeth round about the beard, and (the hairs) hang down equilibrated even unto the chest.

223. In the ninth disposition the hairs of the beard are interwoven and mingled with those hairs which hang in equilibrium; which hang even thus, so that none is preeminent over another.

224. In the tenth disposition the hairs descend beneath the beard, and cover the throat beneath the beard.

225. The eleventh disposition is, that no hairs are preeminent over other hairs, and they are restored into perfect proportion.

226. The twelfth disposition is that the hairs do not hang over the mouth, and that the mouth is uncovered in every part, and that the hair surrounding it is beautiful.

227. The thirteenth disposition is that the hairs hang down on this side and on that beneath the beard, furnishing a covering in beautiful adornment, even unto the chest.

228. Nothing is seen of the whole countenance and of the places of fragrance, except those beautiful white apples which produce the life of the universe; and they radiate gladness upon Microprosopus.

(as channeled or translated or spontaneously combobulated by Herr Doktor Bimmler)

cowabunga!

2009-05-16T13:47:00.000-07:00

Do you want to help Sean Hannity keep his promise to get waterboarded for charity?(opinion poll)

REFUGEES: OH THE HUMANITY!

2009-05-10T06:12:00.001-07:00

They're 14 years old, slept outside in my front yard. I know them. One is my son.

Such a shame, eh? Poor people with no summer cabana...

2009-05-10T06:12:00.000-07:00