Wrote this last Jan – with the best intentions of course but it’s come to nothing so I’ll have to try something new for 2006
Any attempts to put this to music are welcome
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She has a face like a hammer drove into a peach
With ambition and focus always beyond her reach
She is using technology to preserve her status
As the grower of your favourite tomatoes
Chorus
Oh not in this life will I ever be held
To give account of how I managed to weld
The flesh of a human to a freshwater eel
and after the procedure ask “how does it feel”?
and if perhaps your only fate
is to live on top of a continental plate
if you want to be René Magritte
can I be a country vet?
in the health food doldrums I could abandon you
winding your way to give the tofu a chew
honeycomb energy bars for your arms and chest
because if your diet is good, nature does the rest
this is no time for your resorts to reason
if your plan was a wine, it’s way out of season
rain heavy flags, they slurp in the breeze
and you have a swastika shaped dent in your knee
Someone filled my pepper mill with asbestos
Though I feel kind of sick, I’m not distressed cos’
The soups that I garnish taste slightly of mint
Even though I made them from cat excrement
So get happy, get bouncy, go bang a big drum
To declare that you’ve receded from clever to dumb
Dismember the ranting and the furious lies
And drive nails of contempt into those you despise
That should lead to a fulfilling two thousand and five
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Herbie Hancock - Thrust
How could this album not be good with Herbie flying the funk mothership to Machu Picchu 
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Music Video : "Shadows" by Wagon Christ...
Victorians holidaying in a countryside littered with the remains of gigantic robots? It’s the best video I’ve seen in a long time and the tune is fantastic as well.
Link to quicktime stream here
Link to quicktime stream here
Monday, November 07, 2005
radioblog skipping on playlist ??
Anybody noticing that the play list on the radioblog skips onto the next track when it cant buffer fast enough. I’ve checked out some of the message boards for the app and it’s acknowledged but no fix available yet so sorry if it’s annoying but I’m too thick to be able to fix something like that.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
You have been warned
At the moment I'm reading a very interesting book called hypnosis for beginners.
I hope to start experimenting within the next few weeks. It's the closest I think I can get to jedi powers so I'm going to make the most of them
"these aren't the droids you're looking for.."
I hope to start experimenting within the next few weeks. It's the closest I think I can get to jedi powers so I'm going to make the most of them
"these aren't the droids you're looking for.."
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Those Octopus Again
Don’t trust those octopuses (octopussi? Octopie??)
Or is their plural same as with fish and sheep who cares.
LINKY
Sunday, October 23, 2005
TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Heaven knows I'm miserable now...
So anyways at half ten tonight, when I usually try to calm down and subjugate the bitter frustrations of another wasted day I get a call from somebody I think I met once in my old company 2 years ago who (from what I can make out) now wants me to help her with a computer, no wait a “caamputher problem”. Turns out this problem is helping her daughter send in an application to join the Guards. She’s doing this through publicjobs.ie. She’d registered there a few years ago but now couldn’t remember her username and password and the closing date is tomorrow so aah! Big panic!!.
I thank god I don’t have to deal with the deep sea octopus that is a member of the general public in my job with their glaring eyes and flailing tentacles of desperation and stupidity. Unrestrained by a normal work environment where they can send an irate mail to your manager when you don’t appease them, they are free to be as wildly diverse with how they display their repertoire of variations on a theme of demanding that somwhow you make the impossible happen because they really want it to.
I should have said I was at home and didn’t have an internet connection. I should have said that I was now a pearl diver living in a mud cabin off the coast of Cuba where I was poor but happy. I should have said something other than “OK I’ll help you”
So the closing date is tomorrow and the daughter is working in London. Mammy tells me she can’t fill the thing out herself because she’s not allowed to use the computer where she works. I ask where she works. McDonalds.
I manage to find out her username on the site after a whole lot of Mammy shouting at the fambily, ringing the daughter on another phone and panic looking for passport numbers and pps numbers to answer security challenge questions. I think the whole family were gathered around the phone as well as assorted neighbours, farm animals and the parish priest by the time we were finished. So I get a new password generated and sent to her email address. I ask what her email address is. They don’t know.
They find out after a few minutes “SHE THINKS ITS WWW. (they give her name here) . IE” I do my best to explain how you log into a yahoo account imagining my words being mangled and garbled up by her rural brain and being spat down the other line like mulched newspaper to the swirling cesspit of a mind belonging to her daughter. The daughter replies saying she now re-remembers that it’s defiantly her name (all one word) with the password 123456. It isn’t. Then the mother tells me that the daughter re-re-members there might have been a full stop in it or something, and what did I think it could be. What do I think her password could be. Oh lets speculate upon it! I think I have an Ouija board handy let’s use that! By now I am fully confident that I will leave the country if this girl ever gets into our police farce. I can just see her imagining what a sensible career it will be oooh soo sensible, you can get mortgages so easily!!, have you ever seen a poor guard??, and sure they’ll never put a girl in harms way anyways! You can hear the discussions they’ve had, she’s probably applied for each recruitment drive and gotten a big dirty rejection letter each time, but somehow she might get in this time and so she tries her very best resulting in this panicked phone call to me at – its eleven now!! Half an hour wasted. I explain that there is really nothing I can do about the mail password and without really wanting to sound rude I suggest that if the girl was really motivated she should go and find a cyber café and do this herself AND I give them the contact numbers for the site so they can ring and see if there is another method of getting the password. Of course I don’t say that first thing about the daughter as eloquently as suggested up there because I’m a goddam wimp and I can’t tell people what I really think because I wouldn’t know where to stop and might enjoy it too much and it might be like opening Pandora’s box and they’ve sapped my will to live so I really want them to go away. She finally ends the call with the resolve to get the dopedaughter do something about the issue and I go downstairs and make an immensely satisfying sandwich of melted blue cheese on toast (its delicious, try it chumbtime, especially with ham. Ham comes from pigs you now. Pigs that say oink)
She rings back 15 min later with another suggestion for the password which we dutifully try without results. I reiterate my suggestion that it’s basically up to them now and these aren’t issues anybody apart from a bloody yahoo mail administrator can have any realistic chance of troubleshooting for them so they leave me alone and have to wonder if that Smiths song “Heaven knows I’m miserable now” should be made the theme of IT support chumps wherever they may be.
In my life / why do I smile / at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye
I thank god I don’t have to deal with the deep sea octopus that is a member of the general public in my job with their glaring eyes and flailing tentacles of desperation and stupidity. Unrestrained by a normal work environment where they can send an irate mail to your manager when you don’t appease them, they are free to be as wildly diverse with how they display their repertoire of variations on a theme of demanding that somwhow you make the impossible happen because they really want it to.
I should have said I was at home and didn’t have an internet connection. I should have said that I was now a pearl diver living in a mud cabin off the coast of Cuba where I was poor but happy. I should have said something other than “OK I’ll help you”
So the closing date is tomorrow and the daughter is working in London. Mammy tells me she can’t fill the thing out herself because she’s not allowed to use the computer where she works. I ask where she works. McDonalds.
I manage to find out her username on the site after a whole lot of Mammy shouting at the fambily, ringing the daughter on another phone and panic looking for passport numbers and pps numbers to answer security challenge questions. I think the whole family were gathered around the phone as well as assorted neighbours, farm animals and the parish priest by the time we were finished. So I get a new password generated and sent to her email address. I ask what her email address is. They don’t know.
They find out after a few minutes “SHE THINKS ITS WWW. (they give her name here) . IE” I do my best to explain how you log into a yahoo account imagining my words being mangled and garbled up by her rural brain and being spat down the other line like mulched newspaper to the swirling cesspit of a mind belonging to her daughter. The daughter replies saying she now re-remembers that it’s defiantly her name (all one word) with the password 123456. It isn’t. Then the mother tells me that the daughter re-re-members there might have been a full stop in it or something, and what did I think it could be. What do I think her password could be. Oh lets speculate upon it! I think I have an Ouija board handy let’s use that! By now I am fully confident that I will leave the country if this girl ever gets into our police farce. I can just see her imagining what a sensible career it will be oooh soo sensible, you can get mortgages so easily!!, have you ever seen a poor guard??, and sure they’ll never put a girl in harms way anyways! You can hear the discussions they’ve had, she’s probably applied for each recruitment drive and gotten a big dirty rejection letter each time, but somehow she might get in this time and so she tries her very best resulting in this panicked phone call to me at – its eleven now!! Half an hour wasted. I explain that there is really nothing I can do about the mail password and without really wanting to sound rude I suggest that if the girl was really motivated she should go and find a cyber café and do this herself AND I give them the contact numbers for the site so they can ring and see if there is another method of getting the password. Of course I don’t say that first thing about the daughter as eloquently as suggested up there because I’m a goddam wimp and I can’t tell people what I really think because I wouldn’t know where to stop and might enjoy it too much and it might be like opening Pandora’s box and they’ve sapped my will to live so I really want them to go away. She finally ends the call with the resolve to get the dopedaughter do something about the issue and I go downstairs and make an immensely satisfying sandwich of melted blue cheese on toast (its delicious, try it chumbtime, especially with ham. Ham comes from pigs you now. Pigs that say oink)
She rings back 15 min later with another suggestion for the password which we dutifully try without results. I reiterate my suggestion that it’s basically up to them now and these aren’t issues anybody apart from a bloody yahoo mail administrator can have any realistic chance of troubleshooting for them so they leave me alone and have to wonder if that Smiths song “Heaven knows I’m miserable now” should be made the theme of IT support chumps wherever they may be.
In my life / why do I smile / at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Another reason to love Mac's
I was wandering around a computer shop today & went over to the Mac section, they were showing off the new OS X and all the machines were running some kind of news ticker screensaver that faded in and out headlines with “look at our graphics” effects. The problem was the headlines they were showing: “Rains compound the misery of millions of homeless victims a week after Pakistan’s worst earthquake” which fades in and various translucent shapes float by in the background. It then gracefully spins out to be replaced by “Building collapses killing 5 people” It’s all so casual and trendy and brain dead. How stupid are they? I love the way they push how they’re cooler than Windows but if this is how they show it they should “think different” themselves and stop putting style over substance.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Italian Dictator Biscuits
“the superior man is never led into baseness or vulgarity through others opinions or wills to follow the community of interests with other people; regardless of all his interactions,
he will always preserve his individuality”
(until he gets himself a day job)
he will always preserve his individuality”
(until he gets himself a day job)
Thursday, September 01, 2005
How to sing the blues
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning...."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you
stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman,
with the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat
it. Then find something that rhymes... sort of: "Got a good woman
with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the
meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she
weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in
a ditch--ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks.
Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most
Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet
aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running.
Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to
die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet.
Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough
to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any
place in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably
just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are
still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues
in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with
male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing
is not the blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping
on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The
lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the
dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues:
a. highway
b. jailhouse
c. empty bed
d. bottom of a whiskey glass
Bad places for the Blues:
a. Nordstrom's
b. gallery openings
c. Ivy League institutions
d. golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you
happen to be a old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues?
Yes, if:
a. you older than dirt
b. you blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied
No, if:
a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived
d. you have a 401K or trust fund
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck.
Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white
folks also got a leg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the
Blues.
Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. cheap wine
b. whiskey or bourbon
c. muddy water
d. nasty black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. Chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast
15. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues
death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way
to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely
on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during
a tennis match or while getting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men:
a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer, Debbie, and
Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in
Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name Starter Kit:
a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi, etc.)
c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For
example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Jakeleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi
Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you
stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman,
with the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat
it. Then find something that rhymes... sort of: "Got a good woman
with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the
meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she
weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in
a ditch--ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks.
Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most
Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet
aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running.
Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to
die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet.
Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough
to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any
place in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably
just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are
still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues
in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with
male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing
is not the blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping
on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The
lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the
dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues:
a. highway
b. jailhouse
c. empty bed
d. bottom of a whiskey glass
Bad places for the Blues:
a. Nordstrom's
b. gallery openings
c. Ivy League institutions
d. golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you
happen to be a old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues?
Yes, if:
a. you older than dirt
b. you blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied
No, if:
a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived
d. you have a 401K or trust fund
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck.
Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white
folks also got a leg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the
Blues.
Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. cheap wine
b. whiskey or bourbon
c. muddy water
d. nasty black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. Chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast
15. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues
death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way
to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely
on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during
a tennis match or while getting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men:
a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer, Debbie, and
Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in
Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name Starter Kit:
a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi, etc.)
c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For
example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Jakeleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi
Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")
Monday, August 29, 2005
Bombard ALL your senses — seeing, hearing, talking, smelling, touching.
KINESTHETICS: Write or type what you have to remember on a card.
CONCEPTUALS: Find where the information fits in an outline.
CONCEPTUALS: Read what is around it to understand the context.
CONCEPTUALS: Find examples of how it is used.
VISUALS: Close your eyes and from memory see the words in your head.
VISUALS: Post the card up in several places (refrigerator door, computer screen, mirror, briefcase, etc.)
VISUALS: Carry the card with you and look at it several times a day.
VERBALS: Say the words out loud whenever you see the card.
KINESTHETICS Movement: Learn how the deaf use sign language for the words.
AUDITORY Sound: Tape record the words and play it back on a portable casette player (while you are driving, etc.).
SMELL: Get scented markers and mark up the words.
Purple - grape - person's name
Brown - cinnemon - physical object (house, car, etc.)
Blue - blueberry - inputs of time or money
Cyan - mint - place name
Green - apply - action or process
Orange - orange - adjective, description
Red - cherry - documents or outputs
Black - licorice - moral or lesson learned
Oh yes you'll remember, and you'll look like a FOOL.
CONCEPTUALS: Find where the information fits in an outline.
CONCEPTUALS: Read what is around it to understand the context.
CONCEPTUALS: Find examples of how it is used.
VISUALS: Close your eyes and from memory see the words in your head.
VISUALS: Post the card up in several places (refrigerator door, computer screen, mirror, briefcase, etc.)
VISUALS: Carry the card with you and look at it several times a day.
VERBALS: Say the words out loud whenever you see the card.
KINESTHETICS Movement: Learn how the deaf use sign language for the words.
AUDITORY Sound: Tape record the words and play it back on a portable casette player (while you are driving, etc.).
SMELL: Get scented markers and mark up the words.
Purple - grape - person's name
Brown - cinnemon - physical object (house, car, etc.)
Blue - blueberry - inputs of time or money
Cyan - mint - place name
Green - apply - action or process
Orange - orange - adjective, description
Red - cherry - documents or outputs
Black - licorice - moral or lesson learned
Oh yes you'll remember, and you'll look like a FOOL.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Blah Blah Blah
::At the moment I listen to:::::::::::::::
:Neutral Milk Hotel - In the airplane over the sea
Pitchfork Review
:Arcade Fire - Funeral
Nutther pitchfork review because i'm too lazy - just get them
:Bob Dylan - Time out of mind
Because it sounds like the right record for this time of year
uh-huh
:Neutral Milk Hotel - In the airplane over the sea
Pitchfork Review
:Arcade Fire - Funeral
Nutther pitchfork review because i'm too lazy - just get them
:Bob Dylan - Time out of mind
Because it sounds like the right record for this time of year
uh-huh
Friday, June 24, 2005
drone drone drone
like anybody cares but..
Reads :The Robert Crumb Handbook. Great introduction that spans his entire career plus you get a bookmark(!!!!!) and a sampler cd of his music performed with various groups since the 70's or so- ragtime jugband type stuff, tis very good
http://www.lambiek.net/crumb.htm
noises
a. Lee Skip Spence - Oar -
Finally, after years of wanting this I gets my hands on it. Tripped out and perfect for summer evenings
b. Neil Young - Tonight’s the night -
Bought this and 'On the beach' together ages ago but was totally absorbed by 'beach at the time, I'm only beginning to enjoy this album for the disillusionment and weariness that is at its core
c. Mylo - Destroy rock and roll -
The new Daft Punk!!
d. The Futureheads - The futureheads
Stupid name, decent nuff record 1 trick ponys tho, who knows
e. Charles Mingus - Oh Yeah
Molton finally starting into a jazz phase? Oh no!
Reads :The Robert Crumb Handbook. Great introduction that spans his entire career plus you get a bookmark(!!!!!) and a sampler cd of his music performed with various groups since the 70's or so- ragtime jugband type stuff, tis very good
http://www.lambiek.net/crumb.htm
noises
a. Lee Skip Spence - Oar -
Finally, after years of wanting this I gets my hands on it. Tripped out and perfect for summer evenings
b. Neil Young - Tonight’s the night -
Bought this and 'On the beach' together ages ago but was totally absorbed by 'beach at the time, I'm only beginning to enjoy this album for the disillusionment and weariness that is at its core
c. Mylo - Destroy rock and roll -
The new Daft Punk!!
d. The Futureheads - The futureheads
Stupid name, decent nuff record 1 trick ponys tho, who knows
e. Charles Mingus - Oh Yeah
Molton finally starting into a jazz phase? Oh no!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
INSOMNIA
I know I'm going to feel like dieing twice tomorrow morning but between my usual habits and the early mornings I'm getting less and less sleep. Short week's stretched out because of it. I'm not waking up in strange places or emailing haiku to other people at work tho. Early days yet...
so i'll write some feckin haiku here instead because i can..
What does it feel like
trying to deny so much
your head on backwards
boom!! again!
See now commonplace
like cruel wounds upon frail skin
houses built so plain
so i'll write some feckin haiku here instead because i can..
What does it feel like
trying to deny so much
your head on backwards
boom!! again!
See now commonplace
like cruel wounds upon frail skin
houses built so plain
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Anybody got more of these?
Bad idea: Getting publicity photos taken beside a computer. Especially if your're a politician 
Sunday, February 27, 2005
In defence of my rubbish taste in music
How to hurt wobmongles feelings: Accuse of him of listening to the music he has just to be odd. If you don’t have the time to say all this, a swift kick to the groin should instigate similar emotional effects.
You could also prevent it all from ever happening by traveling back in time and grasping my 7 year old self away from a pioneer turntable owned by some uncle or other that I found at my grandmothers, along with a plethora of dementedly chosen LP’s. After I got it working, I had little time for the Kenny Rodgers, John Denver and Elkie Brooks (the horror). Instead I found myself listening to Blondie’s greatest hits (specifically ‘heart of glass’ over and over, sheer brilliance). I also remember “Panic in Detroit” by David Bowie as well – I still think the opening to that song is one of his best before it ascends to the oddness I wish he could muster today.
When I could finally buy albums much later, one purchase usually informed another and this, along with music magazines like Mojo and in the last few years Uncut led to some of the most amazing music being found. The now defunct TV show “No Disco” played Pavement, Pixies and loads of others. I remember taping it every week and watching it over and over, then it’s presenter Donal Dineen moved to radio to present various incarnations of the same late night show, turning me on to countless more albums. He’s the closest thing to a John Peel figure Ireland has in terms of the expansiveness of the different geners he manages to plays on his shows. Guess that’s why he’s on from midnight to 2 Monday to Thursday. I don’t mind tho, it’s not about being popular it’s about finding something you identify with and that you enjoy and I enjoy my music. Got to remember not to play it in public is all :)
Donal Dineen on Today FM
You could also prevent it all from ever happening by traveling back in time and grasping my 7 year old self away from a pioneer turntable owned by some uncle or other that I found at my grandmothers, along with a plethora of dementedly chosen LP’s. After I got it working, I had little time for the Kenny Rodgers, John Denver and Elkie Brooks (the horror). Instead I found myself listening to Blondie’s greatest hits (specifically ‘heart of glass’ over and over, sheer brilliance). I also remember “Panic in Detroit” by David Bowie as well – I still think the opening to that song is one of his best before it ascends to the oddness I wish he could muster today.
When I could finally buy albums much later, one purchase usually informed another and this, along with music magazines like Mojo and in the last few years Uncut led to some of the most amazing music being found. The now defunct TV show “No Disco” played Pavement, Pixies and loads of others. I remember taping it every week and watching it over and over, then it’s presenter Donal Dineen moved to radio to present various incarnations of the same late night show, turning me on to countless more albums. He’s the closest thing to a John Peel figure Ireland has in terms of the expansiveness of the different geners he manages to plays on his shows. Guess that’s why he’s on from midnight to 2 Monday to Thursday. I don’t mind tho, it’s not about being popular it’s about finding something you identify with and that you enjoy and I enjoy my music. Got to remember not to play it in public is all :)
Donal Dineen on Today FM
Monday, February 21, 2005
Hunter S. Thomson (1939 - 2005)
Just read that he died of a self inflicted gunshot wound on the CNN site.
One of the best, wildly inventive, and focused writers I've ever enjoyed.
He will be missed.
One of the best, wildly inventive, and focused writers I've ever enjoyed.
He will be missed.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Quern
I found this when i was 9 or 10.
It's half of a rotary Quern, used for grinding wheat into flour. Seeing as i found it beside a ringfort I'd like to think it's a few thousand years old but probably not. While I'm in the humour I must see if I can mail the pic to a museum and get it dated.
Here is one in action
http://indigo.ie/~skerries/1ina3.html
As if there was ever any competition...
Pitchfork has voted Radiohead's Kid A as the best album of the last 5 years.
True nuff I suppose.
"In 2000, Kid A felt true and inscrutable; five years later, it somehow still does: From its chilling opening organ figure to its closing silence, Kid A is enormous-- a huge, sweeping testament to Radiohead's ever-swelling worldview"
True nuff I suppose.
"In 2000, Kid A felt true and inscrutable; five years later, it somehow still does: From its chilling opening organ figure to its closing silence, Kid A is enormous-- a huge, sweeping testament to Radiohead's ever-swelling worldview"
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
OTS cd player
There is the novelty of having turntables with this application, but it's actually a very good CD player as well.
The quality of the sound beats windows media player and winamp too..
http://cdscratch.com/
The quality of the sound beats windows media player and winamp too..
http://cdscratch.com/
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
noosphere
According to the speculative thought of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, the great Jesuit theologian-scientist, the destiny of man is to culminate into a consciousness of the species.
This consciousness of mankind would ultimately become the "thinking layer of the earth," which Teilhard called the noosphere
- http://www.bizcharts.com/stoa_del_sol/imaginal/imaginal5.html
If we are going to have a thinking layer on the earth, alot of people around here are going to have to live underground, in the moron layer.
This consciousness of mankind would ultimately become the "thinking layer of the earth," which Teilhard called the noosphere
- http://www.bizcharts.com/stoa_del_sol/imaginal/imaginal5.html
If we are going to have a thinking layer on the earth, alot of people around here are going to have to live underground, in the moron layer.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Dont know why I typed this...
Humanity. Natures prodigal creation, with each successive generation gleefully wasting it’s inheritance trying to satisfy the ceaseless demands of an overdeveloped brain which struggles to dilute it’s primordial urges for food and procreation into the sophisticated world of conflict and compromise which it has created. Nature is flawless but it must have conceded long ago that we are a profound mistake when you think about how the hunter-gatherer instinct has been converted into the need to walk on the moon, meet deadlines or own an ipod, it doesn’t really stand up to scrutiny.
And why is everybody always trying to compensate for something? If they work really hard at their job it’s usually to compensate for failed relationships, if they work too hard at their relationships they can’t focus on their job, etc. People if you want to juggle, go and join the circus.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Flann O'Brien
Just finished reading biography of Flann O'Brien, and have returned to 'At Swim Two Birds' and 'The Third Policeman'.
I can't advocate these books enough to anybody that has not read them.
http://www.hellshaw.com/flann/gaelic.html
I can't advocate these books enough to anybody that has not read them.
http://www.hellshaw.com/flann/gaelic.html