Arrest Made As Work Starts At Radley Lakes (from thisisoxfordshire)
A PROTESTER was arrested as workers began cutting down vegetation at Thrupp Lake, near Radley, on Wednesday, ahead of dumping ash at the site.
About 30 protesters arrived after learning the preparatory work had started for the controversial plan to dump spent fuel ash from Didcot Power Station. They were quickly followed by police.
Last week, seven squatters were evicted from Sandles House at the site and one man, calling himself The Ant', set up a camp outside the boundary to continue the protest.
On Wednesday, after workers moved in, he went in to the lakeside area to stop them. After refusing to leave, he was arrested by police on suspicion of aggravated trespass.
Before his arrest, he said: "They have moved in to start work on cutting down trees and vegetation in readiness for bigger work later on.
"It's criminal what this big company is doing to a beautiful lake area. We plan to stop them."
Monday, February 19, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Save Radley Lakes
I thought I was just going up to Oxford for some fresh air.
A Sunday stroll by some lovely lakes is what my friend had told me.
Of course when I arrived at his place in Oxford and found the place swarming with "swampies" I knew that something else was afoot.
We were going on a supporting mission to give aid and moral support to a group of ecologically concerned activists who are using direct action to protect a beautiful lake that was created after gravel digging from being ruined by the local polluting Didcot power station. They have squatted a building which sides one of the last remaining lakes under threat. Most of them have already been filled with a horrible ashy byproduct of powerstations called PFA. It is mixed with water and creates a quicksand-like ugly and toxic sludge that cannot be walked upon for decades. This will replace an utterly tranquil home to fish, nesting birds, water voles (and maybe even otters) amongst others. It is also a local amenity that we saw was used as part of many local peoples leisure time. We saw old couples strolling by, kids biking around, horse shoe prints show that its a nice place for a bit of a trot - and this was in January.
Anyhow there has been a local campaign to save these lakes which has sadly proved unsuccessful over the last few years. The new occupying 'accountable citizens' are not part of that local organisation and have not occupied the building at their behest. However this new group are committed, peaceful, well organised and well informed.
They need as much support as they can get.
Food, money, physical help and/or equipment to protect the site from bailiffs, people to come and help stop any attempted eviction. Campaigning scientists to come and record the species present and make the environmental case that the council failed to do.
Even though some of the Sunday afternoon visitors to the site may not have contributed a great deal to the work going onsite (ie me) they helped with building moral support and will hopefully go off and tell all of their friends - and those with media and publicity spreading powers - what is going on here.
It is important to note that at another powerstation in Britain,
this waste material is built up as a dry mound where it is less polluting and can be grown over with vegetation. The material can later be dug out and used by the building trade if the demand is there. The wet sludge cannot be re-used in this way.
The amount of this ash that is going to be put into this shallow lake would make only a small mound if deposited elsewhere locally. It could also help to disguise the eyesore that is Didcot power station.
Go along to the house and pay a visit. They have a very informative display inside. This is a last ditch battle as the council has already given permission for this beautiful lake to be destroyed by the already filthy polluting greenhouse gas emitting profiteers NPOWER.
Forget about booing Jade,
come and boo the bailiffs when they try and do NPOWER's dirty work.
For more details you can visit these websites:
Save Radley Lakes
Radley Village News
BBC
A final word - It was refreshing to get out of the big smoke and
all the trendy vain vacuous bollocks associated therewith and be with some proper principled getting-involved and doing something folk - quite humbling and shaming too cause I'm such a lazy websurfing fucktard ;-)
A Sunday stroll by some lovely lakes is what my friend had told me.
Of course when I arrived at his place in Oxford and found the place swarming with "swampies" I knew that something else was afoot.
We were going on a supporting mission to give aid and moral support to a group of ecologically concerned activists who are using direct action to protect a beautiful lake that was created after gravel digging from being ruined by the local polluting Didcot power station. They have squatted a building which sides one of the last remaining lakes under threat. Most of them have already been filled with a horrible ashy byproduct of powerstations called PFA. It is mixed with water and creates a quicksand-like ugly and toxic sludge that cannot be walked upon for decades. This will replace an utterly tranquil home to fish, nesting birds, water voles (and maybe even otters) amongst others. It is also a local amenity that we saw was used as part of many local peoples leisure time. We saw old couples strolling by, kids biking around, horse shoe prints show that its a nice place for a bit of a trot - and this was in January.
Anyhow there has been a local campaign to save these lakes which has sadly proved unsuccessful over the last few years. The new occupying 'accountable citizens' are not part of that local organisation and have not occupied the building at their behest. However this new group are committed, peaceful, well organised and well informed.
They need as much support as they can get.
Food, money, physical help and/or equipment to protect the site from bailiffs, people to come and help stop any attempted eviction. Campaigning scientists to come and record the species present and make the environmental case that the council failed to do.
Even though some of the Sunday afternoon visitors to the site may not have contributed a great deal to the work going onsite (ie me) they helped with building moral support and will hopefully go off and tell all of their friends - and those with media and publicity spreading powers - what is going on here.
It is important to note that at another powerstation in Britain,
this waste material is built up as a dry mound where it is less polluting and can be grown over with vegetation. The material can later be dug out and used by the building trade if the demand is there. The wet sludge cannot be re-used in this way.
The amount of this ash that is going to be put into this shallow lake would make only a small mound if deposited elsewhere locally. It could also help to disguise the eyesore that is Didcot power station.
Go along to the house and pay a visit. They have a very informative display inside. This is a last ditch battle as the council has already given permission for this beautiful lake to be destroyed by the already filthy polluting greenhouse gas emitting profiteers NPOWER.
Forget about booing Jade,
come and boo the bailiffs when they try and do NPOWER's dirty work.
For more details you can visit these websites:
Save Radley Lakes
Radley Village News
BBC
A final word - It was refreshing to get out of the big smoke and
all the trendy vain vacuous bollocks associated therewith and be with some proper principled getting-involved and doing something folk - quite humbling and shaming too cause I'm such a lazy websurfing fucktard ;-)
Thursday, January 25, 2007
and it burns burns burns
hoots mon,
dinae dochno doo
hipknee hopknee hoo
cracken crocken croo
glacker glocker gloo
tamm bant spillyon tichter greet tochen
garbulls gorbals tramway scottiedog
blanket snae snow
ode tae a haggis
slithny yr sharp yon knifey
in tee that there fusty lookin
bag ae meaty bits there and
watch yon chunks ae wotnot spill oot
all oer yer grannies platter
a whiff nae less o the ancients
o dour ancestor ae oors
we are grateful tae be sniffin yr
old ways ae deein thangs once again
each year we dee this and it geez us a
chance tae eat some old mountain stew
and alsee drink some ae that old mountain dew
thanks pal
dinae dochno doo
hipknee hopknee hoo
cracken crocken croo
glacker glocker gloo
tamm bant spillyon tichter greet tochen
garbulls gorbals tramway scottiedog
blanket snae snow
ode tae a haggis
slithny yr sharp yon knifey
in tee that there fusty lookin
bag ae meaty bits there and
watch yon chunks ae wotnot spill oot
all oer yer grannies platter
a whiff nae less o the ancients
o dour ancestor ae oors
we are grateful tae be sniffin yr
old ways ae deein thangs once again
each year we dee this and it geez us a
chance tae eat some old mountain stew
and alsee drink some ae that old mountain dew
thanks pal
Thursday, January 18, 2007
British Mating Rituals Part 1
Q:
Why don't guys get hints??
If you like them, they don't get it...If you don't (which is mostly the case and a polite smile is not a sex invite), they don't get it...
WHY????
A:
If a woman acts in a way that indicates "no" then we're programmed to take that as a maybe.
If a woman acts in a way that indicates a "maybe" then we're programmed to take that as a yes.
It's because we're wired up to have sex with as many women as possible, as frequently as possible - there's no advantage, biologically, in acknowledging a no.
As for why men never get it when you *do* like them - our higher brain (our more evolved self) is often in conflict with our more primative self. We've learnt that following our normal "no", "maybe" rules often gets us a slap. So those more sensitive members of the male population wait until it's absolutely spelt out for them - for fear of...well...getting a slap.
Add on top of that all your usual insecurities and self-esteem issues.
I've also noticed that women don't always follow the accepted mating ritual. Like it or not, we *are* animals...and we're wired up to approach courtship in a specific way - just like every other species. This courtship begins with the woman showing interest by performing a few certain actions, then it's the mans turn, then it's the womans and so on and so on and so on...and eventually you end up in bed.
The problem is that as well as being animals, we've evolved higher brain functions...and these get in the way. If the female doesn't make the first move, then that confuses the male - and the female might not make the accepted first move because her social programming is comflicting with her biological. Inevitably those situations end up with her at her mates house crying with a glass of wine and saying that nobody fanices her - and him at home watching pornography.
Why don't guys get hints??
If you like them, they don't get it...If you don't (which is mostly the case and a polite smile is not a sex invite), they don't get it...
WHY????
A:
If a woman acts in a way that indicates "no" then we're programmed to take that as a maybe.
If a woman acts in a way that indicates a "maybe" then we're programmed to take that as a yes.
It's because we're wired up to have sex with as many women as possible, as frequently as possible - there's no advantage, biologically, in acknowledging a no.
As for why men never get it when you *do* like them - our higher brain (our more evolved self) is often in conflict with our more primative self. We've learnt that following our normal "no", "maybe" rules often gets us a slap. So those more sensitive members of the male population wait until it's absolutely spelt out for them - for fear of...well...getting a slap.
Add on top of that all your usual insecurities and self-esteem issues.
I've also noticed that women don't always follow the accepted mating ritual. Like it or not, we *are* animals...and we're wired up to approach courtship in a specific way - just like every other species. This courtship begins with the woman showing interest by performing a few certain actions, then it's the mans turn, then it's the womans and so on and so on and so on...and eventually you end up in bed.
The problem is that as well as being animals, we've evolved higher brain functions...and these get in the way. If the female doesn't make the first move, then that confuses the male - and the female might not make the accepted first move because her social programming is comflicting with her biological. Inevitably those situations end up with her at her mates house crying with a glass of wine and saying that nobody fanices her - and him at home watching pornography.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Acoustic Energy Wi-Fi Internet Radio
Hey folks,
I got a very generous gift voucher for John Lewis for christmas and decided not to buy new sheets, fluffy white towels or other such sensibles. No I went in for the gadget kill.
Ok so I was limited in choice. Usually JLewis don't have a large variety of each "type" of electronic item apart from DAB radios. The fifth floor Oxford Street is infested with ugly DABS.
But when I saw the Acoustic Energy Internet Radio I was almost instantly convinced. To be honest, I'd been waiting a while for this.
I was aware mainly due to shoutcast that there are literally thousands of streaming advert free radios playing perfectly honed playlists to the discerning listener out here in infranet land.
But to be honest my PC is not my media centre. I like a radio to look like a radio. It should sit in the kitchen and be on while I'm cooking, eating, digesting, crosswording or whatnot. I don't want to be dilly dallying with a mouse whilst cooking up cheap quick wok fodder.
These internet radios mean you don't even need to switch on a PC at all. Just get in from work, dump the coat get the shopping out and press "on". It connects straight to your router/modem. This model is Wi-Fi but there are also ethernet RJ45 versions.
The radio uses a downloaded list of radio stations that it shares with other manufacturers radios at reciva.com. There are several thousand channels that are categorised by country and genre. If you know of a channel that isn't on their lists you can register at reciva and submit your choice of radio channel to either "my streams" a list of your favourites that will only show up on your radio but they show up instantly or you can submit to the overall reciva directory and reciva staff manually add your choice to the overall directory ie for all radios that connect via reciva (I haven't tried this option yet - don't see the point).
I've added shoutcast and live365 radios successfully.
With live365 radio just get the radio to open using winamp, then get file info and copy the URL up to the ID number just after play
eg. http://www.lwhhive365.com/play/326347
For shoutcast the URL should look something like this:
eg. http://207.218.250.55:8800
So what else can this baby do?
Well it has links to virtually all the BBC radios and you can choose which programme from the past week you would like to hear and you can scan back and forth and pause it. Wonderful.
I'd done this on the BBC website before, but doing it with this unit just feels so much better (no mouse and keyboard malarkey).
Furthermore if you have a PC switched on in the house you can play all your mp3 albums from the Acoustic Energy radio unit.
It has a built in bit of software which scans for your windows shared folders and it creates a databas file which is placed in that shared folder. You can then choose whole albums or individual songs which are added to a playlist. Choices can be pushed to the front of the list or you can have it repeat or shuffle.
Unfortunately this little gizmo couldn't handle the vast size of my mp3 storehouse.
So I had to try plan B. I upgraded the firmware of my AE unit and the upgrade includes the ability to access a UPNP server on the network. I downloaded a lovely bit of free software called
TVERSITY MEDIA SERVER.
It was able to read my giant store of files and happily connected to my radio. I can see all the files in various different data filters. Album/artist/folders/etc . It includes recently added and view by year of album release. Nice touches.
Unfortunately the playlists that you then build up when accessing the tversity links don't seem to give you the option to put a file to the front of the queue as was possible if you used the built in "window share" option. Hopefully this will be rectified in future firmware upgrades.
Which brings us on to the faults and problems.
1. I find that when accessing the files on my PC you need to press the "select" button s l o w l y. What I mean is that you must wait for it to load up the initial directories fully. If you steam in quickly it will get confused and the unit will just reboot.
A bit niggly and something that probably wouldn't have happened with an ethernet connected, yes wi fi isn't a perfect technology yet. I would have liked an ethernet option.
2. There is no remote control and if there was you wouldn't be able to read what was being played on the radio screen anyhow.
This is something that a rival player SQUEEZEBOX3 does better. It has a clear visible screen and a remote which you can type in a few letters to predict the title of your radio station and then press GO. But I don't think the squeezebox has the same amount of pre-loaded presets (not sure on this one- don't quote me)
Anyhow John Lewis only had AE so my choice was made for me.
3. The AE doesn't work that well with my TVERSITY media server. The media server has the option of adding podcast feeds that it will refresh and download at regular intervals. My radio will not play those files grrrrr.
The Squeezebox has its own designed media server software which you install in your PC thus things like RSS feeds including text RSS feeds work perfectly on the units "visible" screen.
But hell I don't need to read ticker tape blog feeds, I just want easy podcast access. Please acoustic energy add this ability please.
4. Squeezebox with its programmeable flexibility is now able to play your last.fm radio. It can also scrobble the tracks you play.
5. I've saved one of the most fundamental nuisances til last.
In the info about the latest firmware upgrade it says and I quote
'The Radio menu will now display its options and stations in a vertical list which shows 3 stations at a time rather than the old horizontal scrolling single bar display used in the previous firmware versions. This also facilitates "Track Playing" information when listening to some stations using this feature in their data streams (below the chosen station name you will see the information of the current track playing where available).'
Well I've played many many radio stations, the majority of which DO show what track they're playing on my PC, but not one of them will show the track playing when I stream using my lovely new Wi-Fi radio. I hope this is properly implemented ASAP. It really is a fundamental thing that should have been there from the beginning.
Conclusion.
If you love radio and you love the idea of not having blasted computers on all the time, with their knack of turning your friendly house-guests into antisocial websurfing fiddlers, then you have to get one of these babies.
Sure, the inbuilt speaker isn't that hot but plug it into yr hi-fi for better sound.
Sure, some of the channels have very low bitrates and thus sound pretty poor.
But for gods sake you can add ANY radio you find out there with better quality sound.
Try searching shoutcast and live365' directories. There is some awesome shit out there to suit all tastes.
The BBC On Demand service is superb - it bares saying twice.
This is the best thing I've owned since my new sony mobile phone (which granted was only a month and a half back).
Just please add the podcasting, name of track playing and if you can be arsed the last.fm capabilities and I'll be happy.
Especially the track playing.
Three Cheers for Acoustic Energy,
I did think of this device about three or four years back,
but I'm glad you finally made it.
P.S. There are already several other manufacturers producing these Internet Radios so if you are going to invest then do your research first.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
freecycle poetry
Whisk, dough hook and K beater. 1 bowl. 2 blenders.
Bit shabby but works well.
I'm just off City Road
freecycle.org
Bit shabby but works well.
I'm just off City Road
freecycle.org
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Unhealthy Reading
I just looked at the back of one of our new books on display
at the library.
PRAISE FOR THE QUICKENING:
'Fiona McIntosh is a seductress. I have not moved from the sofa
for three days..'
Sydney Morning Herald
Three days without moving!!
No wonder everyone's getting obese and cholestoroled and tumoured to fuck.
So all ye readers. You may be developing your intellectual abilities and
stimulating the imagination lobes of your brain, but your body is being
screwed by inertia.
I'm going to suggest Health and Safety warning posters at the next staff meeting.
at the library.
PRAISE FOR THE QUICKENING:
'Fiona McIntosh is a seductress. I have not moved from the sofa
for three days..'
Sydney Morning Herald
Three days without moving!!
No wonder everyone's getting obese and cholestoroled and tumoured to fuck.
So all ye readers. You may be developing your intellectual abilities and
stimulating the imagination lobes of your brain, but your body is being
screwed by inertia.
I'm going to suggest Health and Safety warning posters at the next staff meeting.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
yew neared
Thanks fer the year that will truly be grateful,
and the mermen uncle tumpter
a playlisting sleepwalking skin milker,
I tended and tundered the night away
with Poles and other foreigners
while the monster slept.
We sang we danced and their powdered rises and falls were tides that gave my stable footing buoyancy til the sun shone
bright and I staggered down Camden and Holloway road
singing " all I wanna do is have some fun, blah blah blah,
I'm not the only one"
and the mermen uncle tumpter
a playlisting sleepwalking skin milker,
I tended and tundered the night away
with Poles and other foreigners
while the monster slept.
We sang we danced and their powdered rises and falls were tides that gave my stable footing buoyancy til the sun shone
bright and I staggered down Camden and Holloway road
singing " all I wanna do is have some fun, blah blah blah,
I'm not the only one"
Friday, December 22, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Spanner Otoole - My Second Life Name
Here I am in my first sojourn into the
wonderfully surreal experience that is Second Life,
I wholeheartedly suggest you try this out if you have
a good enough comp. Mine is pretty old, yet it still works so most of you should
have no trouble. It is a fascinating "place" filled with intrigueing architecture
and objects that do things and people of course.
wonderfully surreal experience that is Second Life,
I wholeheartedly suggest you try this out if you have
a good enough comp. Mine is pretty old, yet it still works so most of you should
have no trouble. It is a fascinating "place" filled with intrigueing architecture
and objects that do things and people of course.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Random Gentle Love Dreamer
Ha, ha, this is uncannily accurate
Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)
Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.
We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.
On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.
More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.
Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand
Deliberate Brutal Sex Master
ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph
CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach
My profile name: hi_matt
Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)
Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.
We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.
On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.
More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.
Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand
Deliberate Brutal Sex Master
ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph
CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach
My profile name: hi_matt
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Bastardized Version of Frere Jacques
I just found this while browsing the Gabcast directory
and it tickled me.
Gabcast! charli's original songs #1
and it tickled me.
Gabcast! charli's original songs #1
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
this phone will be the death of me
I just signed up for a mobile contract and
got rid of the old black and white simple nokia thang.
Now I've been thrust into the space age tho not quite to
3G levels.
I've been downloading every web app I can find for it and
a tonne of games - well tetris , breakout and sokoban the three great essentials.
Within 3 days of having this blasted thing, I've set up
google talk instant messaging, listened to online radio (pretty bad app), tried out a sort of shitty google earth thing.
Submitted photos to an Opera mobi-blog thing.
But my latest "find" may be the best yet 'cause I like the concept.
Take four snaps in a row to make a story board. Give your story a title and a caption and then upload to the web.
It appears on the glogger website
Here is my first "just testing the goods" attempt.
my glogger feed
I imagine there is an art to this.
You are restricted by the format.
It seems almost like a rule of poetics.
4 snaps, title, caption.
Make something that just captures the scene.
I know I know, probably by tomorrow
I'll be on to some other new fad;
must remember not to put all my xml in one basket.
got rid of the old black and white simple nokia thang.
Now I've been thrust into the space age tho not quite to
3G levels.
I've been downloading every web app I can find for it and
a tonne of games - well tetris , breakout and sokoban the three great essentials.
Within 3 days of having this blasted thing, I've set up
google talk instant messaging, listened to online radio (pretty bad app), tried out a sort of shitty google earth thing.
Submitted photos to an Opera mobi-blog thing.
But my latest "find" may be the best yet 'cause I like the concept.
Take four snaps in a row to make a story board. Give your story a title and a caption and then upload to the web.
It appears on the glogger website
Here is my first "just testing the goods" attempt.
my glogger feed
I imagine there is an art to this.
You are restricted by the format.
It seems almost like a rule of poetics.
4 snaps, title, caption.
Make something that just captures the scene.
I know I know, probably by tomorrow
I'll be on to some other new fad;
must remember not to put all my xml in one basket.
dweller's new podcast - the sound of tulips
During the soulsapping..I-mean-enhancing..
podcast conference the other weekend I promised my
fellow devotees (yeah right) that I would attempt a spoken word podcast.
So using the tips from my favourite podcaster she behind
"3 things" I scraped together 3 things to talk about and
spoke over a soundtrack I'd previously created using the
wonderful ableton live software.
If you want to know anything about "3 things", podcast conferences or Ableton Live you'll have to google them as the only links
I'm going to provide are to the blog URL and feed URL of this
new spoken word podcast wot I made.
The Sound of Tulips Feedburner link
The Sound Of Tulips Blogspot link
Oh yeah and If you haven't been listening to my awesome
music-mix podcast Child Without an Ipod, then please visit and listen and then subscribe. Here>>>>
child without an ipod
podcast conference the other weekend I promised my
fellow devotees (yeah right) that I would attempt a spoken word podcast.
So using the tips from my favourite podcaster she behind
"3 things" I scraped together 3 things to talk about and
spoke over a soundtrack I'd previously created using the
wonderful ableton live software.
If you want to know anything about "3 things", podcast conferences or Ableton Live you'll have to google them as the only links
I'm going to provide are to the blog URL and feed URL of this
new spoken word podcast wot I made.
The Sound of Tulips Feedburner link
The Sound Of Tulips Blogspot link
Oh yeah and If you haven't been listening to my awesome
music-mix podcast Child Without an Ipod, then please visit and listen and then subscribe. Here>>>>
child without an ipod
Friday, November 24, 2006
podcasting vs youtube
This post is in reply to one from a post headed
"Podcast Downloading Up Over 70% in Last Six Months"
You may want to read that post first to make sense of my reply,
or not...anyway the following was my reply to that post.
Sure,
But if you asked people did you go and watch a youtube video
today then more than 1% will say yes.
The other question is that yes itunes may have sucked down
a new episode of a podcast, but how many episodes that
are downloaded are subsequently actually listened to.
I think many podcasters think “oh yeah I have this many subscribers” but you know, how many of your bookmarks do you check on a regular basis. Like all internet use I think podcast listeners will subscribe to many and then hone it down to a few favourite regular lsitens. This doesn’t mean they’ll unsubscribe to those they ignore, thus inflating the believed listener figures of the podcasters.
To be honest, although the podcast is a really great medium for radio fans,
I don’t believe it’ll have nearly as large impact as the “fun” one stop social networks that include the massively expanding youtube.
The fact that youtube is a place where people are now replying by video to a video that is posing a question and asking for replies shows the powerful and compelling quality of “everyone is a producer and a reader/viewer”. Podcasting as a medium is more like the interesting loner who lives in a shack in the woods who you go to to hear words of wisdom. He aint at the party where you all let your hair down.
"Podcast Downloading Up Over 70% in Last Six Months"
You may want to read that post first to make sense of my reply,
or not...anyway the following was my reply to that post.
Sure,
But if you asked people did you go and watch a youtube video
today then more than 1% will say yes.
The other question is that yes itunes may have sucked down
a new episode of a podcast, but how many episodes that
are downloaded are subsequently actually listened to.
I think many podcasters think “oh yeah I have this many subscribers” but you know, how many of your bookmarks do you check on a regular basis. Like all internet use I think podcast listeners will subscribe to many and then hone it down to a few favourite regular lsitens. This doesn’t mean they’ll unsubscribe to those they ignore, thus inflating the believed listener figures of the podcasters.
To be honest, although the podcast is a really great medium for radio fans,
I don’t believe it’ll have nearly as large impact as the “fun” one stop social networks that include the massively expanding youtube.
The fact that youtube is a place where people are now replying by video to a video that is posing a question and asking for replies shows the powerful and compelling quality of “everyone is a producer and a reader/viewer”. Podcasting as a medium is more like the interesting loner who lives in a shack in the woods who you go to to hear words of wisdom. He aint at the party where you all let your hair down.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
google home page
Yes, I know I'm way way way
behind the times.
I just discovered the delights of the google homepage.
Intuitively and sleekly designed;
This has got to be one of the best ever features google have
come up with.
I now have my clock (not essential - will probably go to make room for something else)
The weather (you know us Brits are obsessed with that)
The "to do list" yes yes yes I love this one.
My google calender - the calender I filled out elsewhere is
now right on my homepage.
Movies - all the local films a click away (I don't go much but I hope to force myself)
Babelfish - I'm always translating stuff - now I just click "home"
Top Stories - Just in case we get the 4 minute warning.
Thats it for now, but I like very much and you can add a tab for games or other categories of timewasting or useful shit.
Most cool indeed.
Right thats my geek crack fully inhaled for the day.
Ah yeah!!
behind the times.
I just discovered the delights of the google homepage.
Intuitively and sleekly designed;
This has got to be one of the best ever features google have
come up with.
I now have my clock (not essential - will probably go to make room for something else)
The weather (you know us Brits are obsessed with that)
The "to do list" yes yes yes I love this one.
My google calender - the calender I filled out elsewhere is
now right on my homepage.
Movies - all the local films a click away (I don't go much but I hope to force myself)
Babelfish - I'm always translating stuff - now I just click "home"
Top Stories - Just in case we get the 4 minute warning.
Thats it for now, but I like very much and you can add a tab for games or other categories of timewasting or useful shit.
Most cool indeed.
Right thats my geek crack fully inhaled for the day.
Ah yeah!!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Steven Wright revisited
You can never get enough Steven Wright and I don't
mean "wrighty" the moustachioed radio dj who
always had a guaranteed laugh from his instudio paid posse.
No I mean the deep voiced genius from across the pond.
Here are some of his choice one liners that I picked up
from another webpage somewhere. You've probably already read these
if you just googled Steven Wright.
Nevertheless they will always bear repeating.
That is the beauty of Steven Wrights work.
I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back.
Half the people you know are below average.
99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my hand.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
OK, so what's the speed of dark?
How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.
I intend to live forever - so far, so good.
If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
mean "wrighty" the moustachioed radio dj who
always had a guaranteed laugh from his instudio paid posse.
No I mean the deep voiced genius from across the pond.
Here are some of his choice one liners that I picked up
from another webpage somewhere. You've probably already read these
if you just googled Steven Wright.
Nevertheless they will always bear repeating.
That is the beauty of Steven Wrights work.
I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back.
Half the people you know are below average.
99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my hand.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
OK, so what's the speed of dark?
How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.
I intend to live forever - so far, so good.
If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
David Shrigley is a Cunt
There, I just had to say it.
Feels better.
And Francis Gallagher
please send me another copy of Fuck Scotland.
Someone made off with mine.
Feels better.
And Francis Gallagher
please send me another copy of Fuck Scotland.
Someone made off with mine.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Time to switch off and slow down
Time to switch off and slow down
By Kevin Anderson
BBC News website
The audience at the conference bristled with hi-tech gadgets
At a hi-tech conference bristling with bloggers constantly checking messages on Blackberries, smartphones, laptops and handheld computers, it is odd to hear a speaker suggest an e-mail free day.
But journalist Carl Honor�told attendees of the TED conference in Oxford they should unplug and slow down in a world that was stuck in fast- forward.
And for a wired world accustomed to having nearly unlimited information and the boundless choices of online shopping, it seems almost heretical to suggest that the infinite possibilities of the modern world leave us less satisfied instead of more.
But author Barry Schwartz told the conference that it was better when we had only a few choices of salad dressing instead of the 175 at his local supermarket.
'Roadrunner culture'
We live in a world where instant gratification is not fast enough, in a world of not only speed dating, but even of speed yoga, said Mr Honor�.
The author of In Praise of Slowness decided to decelerate after he found himself speed reading bedtime stories to his son.
By Kevin Anderson
BBC News website
The audience at the conference bristled with hi-tech gadgets
At a hi-tech conference bristling with bloggers constantly checking messages on Blackberries, smartphones, laptops and handheld computers, it is odd to hear a speaker suggest an e-mail free day.
But journalist Carl Honor�told attendees of the TED conference in Oxford they should unplug and slow down in a world that was stuck in fast- forward.
And for a wired world accustomed to having nearly unlimited information and the boundless choices of online shopping, it seems almost heretical to suggest that the infinite possibilities of the modern world leave us less satisfied instead of more.
But author Barry Schwartz told the conference that it was better when we had only a few choices of salad dressing instead of the 175 at his local supermarket.
'Roadrunner culture'
We live in a world where instant gratification is not fast enough, in a world of not only speed dating, but even of speed yoga, said Mr Honor�.
The author of In Praise of Slowness decided to decelerate after he found himself speed reading bedtime stories to his son.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
the sound of tulips
This is my early attempt at what I guess could be called
an audio blog.
Circa 2000/2001
Spontaneous verbage.
I reduced the quality of the audio for slow modem users.
It starts with the embedded realplayer at the bottom of the page.
Click HERE to check it out.
Sometimes it takes a few seconds for this page to load up so
please be patient.
an audio blog.
Circa 2000/2001
Spontaneous verbage.
I reduced the quality of the audio for slow modem users.
It starts with the embedded realplayer at the bottom of the page.
Click HERE to check it out.
Sometimes it takes a few seconds for this page to load up so
please be patient.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
my inner soul pain (2001)
[This was written in 2001]
My inner soul pain part one.
Am I ignoring the wrongness in my current state?
Is this a bad place to be?
No, but you are seeking always a distraction.
You are not following a shining path and seeing the good in everything. When things are well you feel that behind every frown is a inner loving purpose.
Are my communications on this level being restricted by my own lack of strong positive passionate feelings?
My feelings are held back because they include a sense of ending and tragedy that has become associated directly with me. So my current state of not knowing what to do, or even seeking to find out what I want to do is like I am having a parallel ending. Something good has ended in my family; therefore I feel something good has ended within me. My awareness, my ability to be creative, my sense of knowingness of happy laissez-faire. I have become more serious. When I wake up in the morning there is nothing to look forward to. Everything is seen as a means to regaining something that I have lost. That is the constant subject matter. Its all about remembering when I felt mythical and special within my life. Instead of mundane and blank covering up a weeping sadness.
But then I ask myself “Is that the truth?”
Is it sadness and grief that is causing me trouble?
Well I previously experienced that my crying and missing was a very personal connection with mum, and myself. It felt sad but good, because I was able to make present our entire connection with one another in moments of tearful emotion.
Then I have had dreams of mum being ill, which were more disturbing. But they did not bring down my following day.
I have quite recently gone into crying for my mum in a more desperate way as I have been feeling ill and dizzy at work and home and have been feeling a bit liverish. However I do know that this liverishness can put a really dark fork in your tongue, where you vent your spleen by saying really spiteful things. Your bitter and twisted words to your friends, a lazy result of the aching organ/mind interface. So perhaps this has put a taint on the grieving communication between me and mum.
I think this could be true because after not drinking for a while, I have had some pleasant dreams with mum and me in the back garden. She is smiling and involved in our decision making whilst doing up the flat.
So as an experiment, it may be wise to go fairly teetotal for a while and just see how that goes. I think if the liverishness goes, then so my communications with others and my grief process will become purer, and I will have less regretful mornings and evenings.
The problem with my days is that I feel guilty, that I am not doing the right thing at all times. There is a sense that if I listen to the radio, go shopping, go to the library, muck around on my computer, then that is time badly spent and that I should be organizing something in greencroft, either housework, DIY or organizing my belongings for the big move. A sense of guilt for wasting time, because somehow time is so precious and that every second is a golden opportunity lost. And that if you engage in these wasteful activities then these are acts of a depressed character who is avoiding the positive movement forward, the way you should be going. And this philosophy of wastefulness is being drummed into me by my sister.
She has an amazing ability to make all her actions within a day be “the right thing to be doing”, but by her perfection, my imperfection is implied. I think this is having a negative effect on my ability to feel confidence in my own ability to have control over my own actions. Somehow my decisions over what I do are split into good right thinking decisions, and bad depressed wasteful decisions. Now the more I am told this is true the more I am being asked to believe it is true, the more it becomes true. But I see my ways of being are being caricatured by this analysis. I am being pressured into thinking that there is something wrong with me. I personally think that our idiosyncratic ways of being if left in tact are part of the makeup of being an individual. I think that a constant critique of that makeup can undermine and have a depressing effect on that individual, especially when it comes from close family.
But at the moment we have to work together on this Greencroft project. It is this that has led to this conflict and this sense of wrongness within me. Also undeniably my grieving is not over and I do need to put myself in a nurturing environment, for a while, much in the same way that I Instinctively did after my hepatitis bout. I would like to think that my character is strong enough and not undermined. That I will be able to find my self again, after this unwelcome but necessary partnership.
But I am not really looking for past Headstates in a regretful manner. My next stage of headyness will I’m sure be just as illuminating as those that have gone before. I will not look at my past as some rosy unrepeatable time. And that all is grayer from now on. I shall endeavor to be a active volcano, a starry night, a double rainbow, a series of fleeting wonders, a net of gusty breezes, a light dancing man, a free free thing smiling at the weeds in the tarmac. Therein lies my way, not this way of organizing rent, moving into an apartment and doing a mindless 9to5 and catching the tube. I cannot be the person I find most compatible with me in those surroundings and circumstances. I have to admit to myself that this is true, and see it as a fine thing. It is a fine thing to be the one who opens up your channels and lets you experience and thrive and create and love and explore and sing and dance. To be that one is easy if you spend the time to examine in this way. Every glass of water is a reminder of this knowledge. It will soon be time to put my earthly things to one side once again, and to venture forth as a light light being. See how the years have changed my abilities and my perspective see what will become. Intrigueing, exciting wondrous times ahead. How fantastic, the sights I shall see, the skies I will be beneath. The seas I will swim in. The earth and birds insects, and mammals, and reptiles, amphibians, fish and marsupials.
And human beings with something to share.
My inner soul pain part one.
Am I ignoring the wrongness in my current state?
Is this a bad place to be?
No, but you are seeking always a distraction.
You are not following a shining path and seeing the good in everything. When things are well you feel that behind every frown is a inner loving purpose.
Are my communications on this level being restricted by my own lack of strong positive passionate feelings?
My feelings are held back because they include a sense of ending and tragedy that has become associated directly with me. So my current state of not knowing what to do, or even seeking to find out what I want to do is like I am having a parallel ending. Something good has ended in my family; therefore I feel something good has ended within me. My awareness, my ability to be creative, my sense of knowingness of happy laissez-faire. I have become more serious. When I wake up in the morning there is nothing to look forward to. Everything is seen as a means to regaining something that I have lost. That is the constant subject matter. Its all about remembering when I felt mythical and special within my life. Instead of mundane and blank covering up a weeping sadness.
But then I ask myself “Is that the truth?”
Is it sadness and grief that is causing me trouble?
Well I previously experienced that my crying and missing was a very personal connection with mum, and myself. It felt sad but good, because I was able to make present our entire connection with one another in moments of tearful emotion.
Then I have had dreams of mum being ill, which were more disturbing. But they did not bring down my following day.
I have quite recently gone into crying for my mum in a more desperate way as I have been feeling ill and dizzy at work and home and have been feeling a bit liverish. However I do know that this liverishness can put a really dark fork in your tongue, where you vent your spleen by saying really spiteful things. Your bitter and twisted words to your friends, a lazy result of the aching organ/mind interface. So perhaps this has put a taint on the grieving communication between me and mum.
I think this could be true because after not drinking for a while, I have had some pleasant dreams with mum and me in the back garden. She is smiling and involved in our decision making whilst doing up the flat.
So as an experiment, it may be wise to go fairly teetotal for a while and just see how that goes. I think if the liverishness goes, then so my communications with others and my grief process will become purer, and I will have less regretful mornings and evenings.
The problem with my days is that I feel guilty, that I am not doing the right thing at all times. There is a sense that if I listen to the radio, go shopping, go to the library, muck around on my computer, then that is time badly spent and that I should be organizing something in greencroft, either housework, DIY or organizing my belongings for the big move. A sense of guilt for wasting time, because somehow time is so precious and that every second is a golden opportunity lost. And that if you engage in these wasteful activities then these are acts of a depressed character who is avoiding the positive movement forward, the way you should be going. And this philosophy of wastefulness is being drummed into me by my sister.
She has an amazing ability to make all her actions within a day be “the right thing to be doing”, but by her perfection, my imperfection is implied. I think this is having a negative effect on my ability to feel confidence in my own ability to have control over my own actions. Somehow my decisions over what I do are split into good right thinking decisions, and bad depressed wasteful decisions. Now the more I am told this is true the more I am being asked to believe it is true, the more it becomes true. But I see my ways of being are being caricatured by this analysis. I am being pressured into thinking that there is something wrong with me. I personally think that our idiosyncratic ways of being if left in tact are part of the makeup of being an individual. I think that a constant critique of that makeup can undermine and have a depressing effect on that individual, especially when it comes from close family.
But at the moment we have to work together on this Greencroft project. It is this that has led to this conflict and this sense of wrongness within me. Also undeniably my grieving is not over and I do need to put myself in a nurturing environment, for a while, much in the same way that I Instinctively did after my hepatitis bout. I would like to think that my character is strong enough and not undermined. That I will be able to find my self again, after this unwelcome but necessary partnership.
But I am not really looking for past Headstates in a regretful manner. My next stage of headyness will I’m sure be just as illuminating as those that have gone before. I will not look at my past as some rosy unrepeatable time. And that all is grayer from now on. I shall endeavor to be a active volcano, a starry night, a double rainbow, a series of fleeting wonders, a net of gusty breezes, a light dancing man, a free free thing smiling at the weeds in the tarmac. Therein lies my way, not this way of organizing rent, moving into an apartment and doing a mindless 9to5 and catching the tube. I cannot be the person I find most compatible with me in those surroundings and circumstances. I have to admit to myself that this is true, and see it as a fine thing. It is a fine thing to be the one who opens up your channels and lets you experience and thrive and create and love and explore and sing and dance. To be that one is easy if you spend the time to examine in this way. Every glass of water is a reminder of this knowledge. It will soon be time to put my earthly things to one side once again, and to venture forth as a light light being. See how the years have changed my abilities and my perspective see what will become. Intrigueing, exciting wondrous times ahead. How fantastic, the sights I shall see, the skies I will be beneath. The seas I will swim in. The earth and birds insects, and mammals, and reptiles, amphibians, fish and marsupials.
And human beings with something to share.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Its official: URANUS is no longer a planet
It is just a Greek joke.
URANUS : The deity from Greek Mythology
URANUS : The deity from Greek Mythology
"URANUS: Great primeval God of the Sky. Born of GAIA, the Earth, he covered the world in the form of a vast bronze dome and ruled over everything.
Taking GAIA to wife, he impregnanted her with many children but was not prepared to deal with the consequences. In fact he was terrified of the monstrous brood of TITANS forming inside her and threatened terrible reprisals should they ever pop out.
GAIA, wanting to protect her children, kept them inside herself as long as she could, but pretty soon the pain was unbearable. Relief only came when their youngest son CRONUS stepped in. Or rather, popped out.
Armed with a sickle, he lopped off URANUS's... er, well, let's not go into details. Suffice to say that URANUS was cut off in his prime and CRONUS took over as supreme being.
Helpful note: URANUS is pronounced with the stress on the first and last syllable: Ur-a-Nus. This helps to avoid further embarrassment."
Friday, September 22, 2006
Matt's Fuck You Video #1
It could have been anyone,
she just happened to be on the box.
The daft fagsmokin' burger munchin' trollop.
We loves you really.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
kill newage chain emails
I've created a chain email to say to all those new age freeks that we are
sick and tired of their wisdomails they keep on posting. If you agree with
me then please mail this on. The email body starts here...
sick and tired of their wisdomails they keep on posting. If you agree with
me then please mail this on. The email body starts here...
Sick and tired of those endless "feel good", "positive vibes", newage chain
emails that get sent around the world endlessly in order to make people feel
that they are in touch with some greater intuitive meaning, purpose or
whatever beyond the mundane lives they live?
They always have a selfrighteous air about them, as if to say that if we do
not agree with their endless glib aphorisms, then we aren't living in a
spiritually pure way. It is assumed that we appreciate these little
reminders of 'who we really are' in our inbox. Well think again,
If you are fed up with the unimaginative, "moral blackmail" vibe of these
emails then please add your name to the list below and forward this to as
many others as you like. Feel free to add your own comments to this mail but
please don't alter the original text. Lets see how far this baby travels.
Yours mattyk mattyk ...@hotmail.com
(If on the other hand you love receiving those angelic messages of light
then please pray for our souls and ignore the message.)
FUCK WISDOM EMAILS
1. MATT KING, LONDON, UK.
2.
3.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Things I Don't Remember - Ugly Cassanova
Things I Don't Remember - Ugly Cassanova
never mind the music ,
this is a very creative video which Freud would've enjoyed I'm sure.
never mind the music ,
this is a very creative video which Freud would've enjoyed I'm sure.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Bob Dylan without an eye
Just listening to Dylan's radio show.
The theme this week is "eyes".
It is as usual a fantastic show.
Unfortunately at the final hurdle
Bob makes a tragic error and plays
"dry your eyes" by The Streets.
Surely the worst Streets track by far,
and I don't even like the rest of them.
If it was me, I'd have played
"a pair of brown eyes" by The Pogues.
What would you have replaced the dreadful
Streets with, given half a chance?
Bob needs to know,
and so do I.
Bob Dylan -- Theme Time Radio Hour Episode 15, 'Eyes'
01. Brown Eyed Handsome Man - Chuck Berry
02. 20/20 Vision - Jimmy Martin
03. Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
04. My Blue Eyed Jane - Jimmy Rogers
05. She Winked Her Eye - Gatemouth Brown
06. Spanish Eyes - Al Martino
07. Keep An Eye On Love - Ernestine Anderson
08. Eyeballing - Chuck Higgins
09. Brown Eyes - Blue Sky Boys
10. Eyesight To The Blind - Sonny Boy Wilkinson
11. Tell Me My Lying Eyes Are Wrong - George Jones
12. Raging Eyes - Nick Lowe
13. Bloodshot Eyes - Wynonie 'Mr Blues' Harris
14. I Still Miss Someone - Johnny Cash
15. I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos
16. Dry Your Eyes - The Streets
The theme this week is "eyes".
It is as usual a fantastic show.
Unfortunately at the final hurdle
Bob makes a tragic error and plays
"dry your eyes" by The Streets.
Surely the worst Streets track by far,
and I don't even like the rest of them.
If it was me, I'd have played
"a pair of brown eyes" by The Pogues.
What would you have replaced the dreadful
Streets with, given half a chance?
Bob needs to know,
and so do I.
Bob Dylan -- Theme Time Radio Hour Episode 15, 'Eyes'
01. Brown Eyed Handsome Man - Chuck Berry
02. 20/20 Vision - Jimmy Martin
03. Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
04. My Blue Eyed Jane - Jimmy Rogers
05. She Winked Her Eye - Gatemouth Brown
06. Spanish Eyes - Al Martino
07. Keep An Eye On Love - Ernestine Anderson
08. Eyeballing - Chuck Higgins
09. Brown Eyes - Blue Sky Boys
10. Eyesight To The Blind - Sonny Boy Wilkinson
11. Tell Me My Lying Eyes Are Wrong - George Jones
12. Raging Eyes - Nick Lowe
13. Bloodshot Eyes - Wynonie 'Mr Blues' Harris
14. I Still Miss Someone - Johnny Cash
15. I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos
16. Dry Your Eyes - The Streets
Bogdan Raczynski review
I've just discovered the best reviewer at Rateyourmusic
I was looking for reviews of Bogdan Raczynski,
an incredible elctronic music artist.
I found a review written by someone called technic.
"Rephlex retirement castel, Whales, 2056.
We are the discarded aged of a retirement castel.
We are unpredictable and vulnerable.
We are there because we are a danger for ourselves.
We have ingurgitate everything: XTC, Acid, LSD, urban noises, flashes of light, electromagnetic fields and cellular phones. Humming basses and reactors ended up affecting our neurons.
Definitively.
We mainline tranquillizers and anti Parkinsonian, we suffer from facial spasms and agitation. Furniture get distorded until they look like Tokyo streets and our clothes get beat against our sides, like a brutal and forced breathing. Our conscience is like a grand hotel revolving door, turning on and projecting us chopped sights from the street. Reflections are chaotic and disturbing... Need... to... sloooow... down... aaaaaaaaaaaa ..........liiiiiiitle ...
A little ride on a merry-go-round and colored diodes will hypnotize us like a Christmas carol.
Where is the nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurse?!!
I can't see him!
He turn a potentiometer located in my cranium with rage and rapture...
Those frequencies... Too much noises... A drum is knocking curtly, a metal skeleton is grating with difficulty, something goes of, then, the silence: someone next to me has changed the channel.
I want this remote control!!!
Music is relaxing and I hear the tide. We need this to calm down, even though everything get fucked up, sometimes and mess again. As if "Kays tool" was pummeling my grey matter in a speeded-up way. I am a modeling clay beated up by percussions and I will blow up if you don't stop to zap!!
I think I hear mice under the floor. Or maybe it's just this ridiculous cartoon: an electric and sliced manga with exaggerate mimics, cut with slow motions and rush sequences. And the mouses don't stop scratching furiously! They're hitting the floor so fastly that the echoes spread in the whole room sounds like ecstatic.
Come! Hurry! It's time for pills."
That is the kind of review I can connect with.
I was looking for reviews of Bogdan Raczynski,
an incredible elctronic music artist.
I found a review written by someone called technic.
"Rephlex retirement castel, Whales, 2056.
We are the discarded aged of a retirement castel.
We are unpredictable and vulnerable.
We are there because we are a danger for ourselves.
We have ingurgitate everything: XTC, Acid, LSD, urban noises, flashes of light, electromagnetic fields and cellular phones. Humming basses and reactors ended up affecting our neurons.
Definitively.
We mainline tranquillizers and anti Parkinsonian, we suffer from facial spasms and agitation. Furniture get distorded until they look like Tokyo streets and our clothes get beat against our sides, like a brutal and forced breathing. Our conscience is like a grand hotel revolving door, turning on and projecting us chopped sights from the street. Reflections are chaotic and disturbing... Need... to... sloooow... down... aaaaaaaaaaaa ..........liiiiiiitle ...
A little ride on a merry-go-round and colored diodes will hypnotize us like a Christmas carol.
Where is the nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurse?!!
I can't see him!
He turn a potentiometer located in my cranium with rage and rapture...
Those frequencies... Too much noises... A drum is knocking curtly, a metal skeleton is grating with difficulty, something goes of, then, the silence: someone next to me has changed the channel.
I want this remote control!!!
Music is relaxing and I hear the tide. We need this to calm down, even though everything get fucked up, sometimes and mess again. As if "Kays tool" was pummeling my grey matter in a speeded-up way. I am a modeling clay beated up by percussions and I will blow up if you don't stop to zap!!
I think I hear mice under the floor. Or maybe it's just this ridiculous cartoon: an electric and sliced manga with exaggerate mimics, cut with slow motions and rush sequences. And the mouses don't stop scratching furiously! They're hitting the floor so fastly that the echoes spread in the whole room sounds like ecstatic.
Come! Hurry! It's time for pills."
That is the kind of review I can connect with.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
new blogger beta
I've tried this out.
But having read some scary stories of
lost blogs and losing the ability to post on the
blogger usenet group, I've decided to wait before I migrate
this blog to the new blogger setup.
However, I created a new blog and I really like the new features.
The built in templates are easily changed now.
There is a GUI for changing colour, font and fontsize of all text and backgrounds. This works really well with an instant preview at the bottom of the pag.
When logged into your google account you can
get to "new post" or "settings" just by clicking on the blogger bar at the top of your blogspot page.
Moving from one page to another within the blogger app is much quicker. I hope this is going to be a much smoother online operation than we've been used to with blogger.
So going back and editing a post, or adding tags you forgot (new feature) isn't a chore.
There is an option to add new link sections to your blog (plus I think a few others I haven't explored), so it is easy to create separate sections for "Daily Reads", "My other blogs" or whatever category or subsection you want.
One of the templates I tried out gives archives in a nested way. You click on year and the months appear, click on a month and the days appear. You may like that, I thought it was a bit pointless,
but maybe good to keep a large blog tidy.
One major fault I found was with the new permissions option.
I gave permission for only one other "guest" to have access to my blog. However not only couldn't the guest google account see my blog, neither could the author google account see my blog. Luckily I could switch the settings back. This is a good new feature for
those who want to share a blog with just family and friends. I'm sure they'll sort it soon enough.
Overall, I'm looking forward to migrating my blogs over to the
new format, but I'm gonna wait a while until the scary "lost blog"
stories subside.
here is my silly new blog
But having read some scary stories of
lost blogs and losing the ability to post on the
blogger usenet group, I've decided to wait before I migrate
this blog to the new blogger setup.
However, I created a new blog and I really like the new features.
The built in templates are easily changed now.
There is a GUI for changing colour, font and fontsize of all text and backgrounds. This works really well with an instant preview at the bottom of the pag.
When logged into your google account you can
get to "new post" or "settings" just by clicking on the blogger bar at the top of your blogspot page.
Moving from one page to another within the blogger app is much quicker. I hope this is going to be a much smoother online operation than we've been used to with blogger.
So going back and editing a post, or adding tags you forgot (new feature) isn't a chore.
There is an option to add new link sections to your blog (plus I think a few others I haven't explored), so it is easy to create separate sections for "Daily Reads", "My other blogs" or whatever category or subsection you want.
One of the templates I tried out gives archives in a nested way. You click on year and the months appear, click on a month and the days appear. You may like that, I thought it was a bit pointless,
but maybe good to keep a large blog tidy.
One major fault I found was with the new permissions option.
I gave permission for only one other "guest" to have access to my blog. However not only couldn't the guest google account see my blog, neither could the author google account see my blog. Luckily I could switch the settings back. This is a good new feature for
those who want to share a blog with just family and friends. I'm sure they'll sort it soon enough.
Overall, I'm looking forward to migrating my blogs over to the
new format, but I'm gonna wait a while until the scary "lost blog"
stories subside.
here is my silly new blog
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Myra Breckinridge wrote this
I like the devilish look in your eye. I like speaking for mere moments and suddenly feeling the comfort of a long past. I love hidden languages, the excitement of passions, and finding those to gush about them with. I like looking at the curve of the muscle, especially the insanely beautiful curves in a Herb Ritts photograph. I like when eyes meet in surprise over a wonderful bottle of wine. I love to hear moans over the bite of a perfect piece of cheese. I like downing a table of shots and dancing the night away. I love to caress the smooth edges of a paperback book. I like to make wild animals run up to me. I like new discoveries, whether a new place, or a song I never realized the beauty of. I love all the passions that bring me new likes every day.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Guten Abend
Deine Fuhrer hier.
Was ist los?
Nur ein Bissen.
Got sei dank fur dat.
Yes you see I have a see saw.
A break wind cursor streak.
Jugular Tyburn clank.
An enormity of Ursulas.
Minor freak wit.
Labial tides of green ooze from the plug sockets.
(and that bit is real)
Glass in hand , turning your cheeks.
Mable is that you Mable?
Tawny brain time.
I drank some mint tea with honey again.
Hopefully we won't all get murdered by random
rogue electrons. But the vibrations are heightening.
No Haight Ashbury San Francisco Ribbon Girls here,
no matter how many late 60s obscurities I download
onto my ArgosPod.
I have fungi and butterflies by my side
thanks to The Guardian. Covers a dreary wardrobe.
Fancy a bit of Russula violeipes anyone?
There is a vicar on a rooftop in camden,
he's up there for ten days and shitting in a bucket,
I kid you not. I read his diary in the Camden New Journal.
As well as raising money for roof repairs he is getting a good
perspective on the scummy nightlife of those sticky vomit piss and blood drenched paves. Read his diary here
a night on the tiles
A BBC lipreading expert read the lips of the Italian player
who Zidane Billy-Butted. They reckon he said he hoped Zidane's family died a horrible death. At the moment ZZ's mum is quite ill.
Bit close to home.
Take that!
Was ist los?
Nur ein Bissen.
Got sei dank fur dat.
Yes you see I have a see saw.
A break wind cursor streak.
Jugular Tyburn clank.
An enormity of Ursulas.
Minor freak wit.
Labial tides of green ooze from the plug sockets.
(and that bit is real)
Glass in hand , turning your cheeks.
Mable is that you Mable?
Tawny brain time.
I drank some mint tea with honey again.
Hopefully we won't all get murdered by random
rogue electrons. But the vibrations are heightening.
No Haight Ashbury San Francisco Ribbon Girls here,
no matter how many late 60s obscurities I download
onto my ArgosPod.
I have fungi and butterflies by my side
thanks to The Guardian. Covers a dreary wardrobe.
Fancy a bit of Russula violeipes anyone?
There is a vicar on a rooftop in camden,
he's up there for ten days and shitting in a bucket,
I kid you not. I read his diary in the Camden New Journal.
As well as raising money for roof repairs he is getting a good
perspective on the scummy nightlife of those sticky vomit piss and blood drenched paves. Read his diary here
a night on the tiles
A BBC lipreading expert read the lips of the Italian player
who Zidane Billy-Butted. They reckon he said he hoped Zidane's family died a horrible death. At the moment ZZ's mum is quite ill.
Bit close to home.
Take that!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Gadzooks
Did I go somewhere?
Did something happen?
I screen name is my privacy/ ok / allowed / unfair
Justice is Might
JIM
My Jim / Jism
Clangers in bang lids shocker
golly
by
James Dean was a twat
I'll slick it
will you?
Girls On Film
GOFOG
or the guts explode
the stomach acid is rising
the raw aesophagal tract is
burning just for you my
dainty lover
my sweet drooping flower
petal
knockers
crack
round things
hair
eyes
hair is good
but not too much
twiddlesticks
fiddlers and bows
again and again
so much sunlight at dawns crack
but the gut with pizza clogs
the neckfull
the dry and full the arms free
index fingers outstreched like body antenna
lined up the shoulder in
perfect symmetry the spine and head
these empty arms
in the centre my digestive tract
eat it all up
in a rush
index fingers feel more they are
picking up the pipes of peace
they register
they aim to feed but the mouth is clumsy
it is the devourer
we don't photosynthesize
nor do we reproduce in the conventional monkey way
so what gives?
nothing
no morning milk bottles
no sir sireeee
consume it crap it
baby are you one?
you can't always get the twonk
the golden turd awaits
I love you my darling
these arms of mine
Did something happen?
I screen name is my privacy/ ok / allowed / unfair
Justice is Might
JIM
My Jim / Jism
Clangers in bang lids shocker
golly
by
James Dean was a twat
I'll slick it
will you?
Girls On Film
GOFOG
or the guts explode
the stomach acid is rising
the raw aesophagal tract is
burning just for you my
dainty lover
my sweet drooping flower
petal
knockers
crack
round things
hair
eyes
hair is good
but not too much
twiddlesticks
fiddlers and bows
again and again
so much sunlight at dawns crack
but the gut with pizza clogs
the neckfull
the dry and full the arms free
index fingers outstreched like body antenna
lined up the shoulder in
perfect symmetry the spine and head
these empty arms
in the centre my digestive tract
eat it all up
in a rush
index fingers feel more they are
picking up the pipes of peace
they register
they aim to feed but the mouth is clumsy
it is the devourer
we don't photosynthesize
nor do we reproduce in the conventional monkey way
so what gives?
nothing
no morning milk bottles
no sir sireeee
consume it crap it
baby are you one?
you can't always get the twonk
the golden turd awaits
I love you my darling
these arms of mine
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Not Dead Yet
No still here,
Ol Wispy.
In the sun where life is much much worse,
and I'm still hungry.
Ta da!!!
That was the rabbit out of hat.
But you couldn't see.
I'm good at tricks.
Sawing women in half.
Stopping people from talking in their tracks.
Various twisted subliminal tricks I get away
with with a big smile and the fact I rarely realise
that I am doing them.
It's the devil I tells ya.
Jesus and the Deal.
That's who we are dealing with.
The eternal internal fisticuffs tween
Good Choir Boys ANd fILTHY mC tWIST pRIESTS
Knowing this and that deceit is
part of the Desmond Morris school of completely
normal human behaviour.
We musn't feel guilty about our tricksy selfinterested
movments.
Cause those smiles and winks and hugs do do
some good even though we are but devils in disguise.
Ol Wispy.
In the sun where life is much much worse,
and I'm still hungry.
Ta da!!!
That was the rabbit out of hat.
But you couldn't see.
I'm good at tricks.
Sawing women in half.
Stopping people from talking in their tracks.
Various twisted subliminal tricks I get away
with with a big smile and the fact I rarely realise
that I am doing them.
It's the devil I tells ya.
Jesus and the Deal.
That's who we are dealing with.
The eternal internal fisticuffs tween
Good Choir Boys ANd fILTHY mC tWIST pRIESTS
Knowing this and that deceit is
part of the Desmond Morris school of completely
normal human behaviour.
We musn't feel guilty about our tricksy selfinterested
movments.
Cause those smiles and winks and hugs do do
some good even though we are but devils in disguise.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Panic Attack
lie down on the pavement
and clutch your chest,
DIE DIE DIE,
drink die smoke die
death comes soon
PANIC hah aha haha ha a
PANIC
PANIC woo whwooo woooo
PANIC
that's it really,
just y'know smoke another
pure superskunk amsterdam spliff,
you'll feel much better hah ahh ahh ahha
your throat is constricting, you cannot breathe
you throat has tightened ,,
no more air
no ..... more...... air ggraggahhshhgh choke choke
retch retch,
now you have shrunk to the size of a pinhead in
the corner of the room the whole universe is weighing in on you
everyone notices that you are fucked
they tell each other
" he is totally fucked man, what should we do?"
"ah he'll be okay, get him a can of coke"
and clutch your chest,
DIE DIE DIE,
drink die smoke die
death comes soon
PANIC hah aha haha ha a
PANIC
PANIC woo whwooo woooo
PANIC
that's it really,
just y'know smoke another
pure superskunk amsterdam spliff,
you'll feel much better hah ahh ahh ahha
your throat is constricting, you cannot breathe
you throat has tightened ,,
no more air
no ..... more...... air ggraggahhshhgh choke choke
retch retch,
now you have shrunk to the size of a pinhead in
the corner of the room the whole universe is weighing in on you
everyone notices that you are fucked
they tell each other
" he is totally fucked man, what should we do?"
"ah he'll be okay, get him a can of coke"
Click on my face and tell me that you love me
Masochistic tendencies?
See if people like clicking all over YOUR face.
I don't expect to survive long,
I think the cleavage shots have the upper hand...
See if people like clicking all over YOUR face.
I don't expect to survive long,
I think the cleavage shots have the upper hand...
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wine flowed in a canal again
I got satan's pillow under my ass
I held a candle to Clarissa's eye
I undervarnished the clove bar.
I jackled with rangling flissarns in kleptovelt.
I cycled freearm in nordic telescope range
I heard french wedding bells echo underground
I opened gleaming hardshells slime slipping at the rockpool
I juiced a nectar berry at the sunrise festival
I gathered young standin Elvises sweating with nerves
I lunched with a bearhug giver in the palladium cafe
I collapsed the card house at osinac
I rowed the galleon and nursed the brute's whip scars
I ordered seven courses of lemming pie
I smashed pantalooon circus helmets with an appreciative giggle
Wine flowed in a canal again.
I held a candle to Clarissa's eye
I undervarnished the clove bar.
I jackled with rangling flissarns in kleptovelt.
I cycled freearm in nordic telescope range
I heard french wedding bells echo underground
I opened gleaming hardshells slime slipping at the rockpool
I juiced a nectar berry at the sunrise festival
I gathered young standin Elvises sweating with nerves
I lunched with a bearhug giver in the palladium cafe
I collapsed the card house at osinac
I rowed the galleon and nursed the brute's whip scars
I ordered seven courses of lemming pie
I smashed pantalooon circus helmets with an appreciative giggle
Wine flowed in a canal again.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Yacht Rock (ok so it's a bandwagon)
I must spread the word of this very very funny
internet-based series of videos.
See Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald, Toto, Hall and Oates
and more as you never imagined before.
Laugh your head off as the history of the smoothest music
ever put to tape is lovingly revealed.
If you're a bit of a dumbass, remember to start with episode
one at the bottom of the page
Yacht Rock at Channel 101
internet-based series of videos.
See Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald, Toto, Hall and Oates
and more as you never imagined before.
Laugh your head off as the history of the smoothest music
ever put to tape is lovingly revealed.
If you're a bit of a dumbass, remember to start with episode
one at the bottom of the page
Yacht Rock at Channel 101
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
say these phrases out loud and change your life
Here is the deal.
I want YOU, dear reader, to choose one or more of these
phrases writ here below.
I want you to go out and drop one of them into
a conversation or just blurt it out randomly
in the bus queue or wherever.
Try to add a little expresiveness when you say it.
Why, you may ask, should I want to do a daft thing like that?
Well, I would reply, because it could crack a hole in the mundane
shell and allow Blakean reveries safe passage into our realm
where they can practice great Karmic magic, help to raise
conciousness of our higher purpose , that being
to feed our collective godhead through sublime fits of ecstatic hysteria.
This is the antidote to war.
Come on do it!!
You might have fun too ;-)
1. I couldn't give a nun's crispy cunt what you think.
2. I'd rather eat a wet sandwich.
3. Would you like to see my collection of butchers hooks?
4. I'd trot a pony up Highbury Fields for ha'penny.
5. We sent blind Alf Hang-gliding.
6. Twenny kilo of copper bolts for the pressure cooker please luv.
7. Howz about a drizzling o' hot suet in yer furry leotard?
8. I'd swap a dozen hairlip albinos for a cucumber.
9. I'd slide a fiver through the gates of Timbuktu for that.
I want YOU, dear reader, to choose one or more of these
phrases writ here below.
I want you to go out and drop one of them into
a conversation or just blurt it out randomly
in the bus queue or wherever.
Try to add a little expresiveness when you say it.
Why, you may ask, should I want to do a daft thing like that?
Well, I would reply, because it could crack a hole in the mundane
shell and allow Blakean reveries safe passage into our realm
where they can practice great Karmic magic, help to raise
conciousness of our higher purpose , that being
to feed our collective godhead through sublime fits of ecstatic hysteria.
This is the antidote to war.
Come on do it!!
You might have fun too ;-)
1. I couldn't give a nun's crispy cunt what you think.
2. I'd rather eat a wet sandwich.
3. Would you like to see my collection of butchers hooks?
4. I'd trot a pony up Highbury Fields for ha'penny.
5. We sent blind Alf Hang-gliding.
6. Twenny kilo of copper bolts for the pressure cooker please luv.
7. Howz about a drizzling o' hot suet in yer furry leotard?
8. I'd swap a dozen hairlip albinos for a cucumber.
9. I'd slide a fiver through the gates of Timbuktu for that.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Def Jam
Def Jam,
Here is my Rap I am writing on the spot,
Universal lines spreading from the one dot,
Clean out your cupboards lads I can't stand the grot,
If you turn around I find your hips quite hot,
Or do you have the shapely thighs your mother lent you
Do you have the laddered tights your aunty dreamt you
Do you have the bits of apple clinging to your teeth
Do you have an old marks and sparks voucher from 1981
In your mother's leather purse in that tray of old papers,
Smells of stale consulate and solicitors office dust,
Claim I never knew whats happening
Claim I never knew whats happening,
Dirty dirty filth slag hate bitch whine,
Your arse their cunt all in the passage of time,.
I remember the days of Earth Wind and Fire,
Nasty gold costumes and the music was so dire,
But even then the clogs of kellogs boxes in the bins,
Read the back and listen to Wogan mornings of hidden sin,
The throat is quiet words are notably absent,
All the lies are stacking up and telepathy gates are opened,
A child has an eye to replace the ears that cannot comprehend,
But now this child he has no eye for it let far too much in,
Switch out the sun what do you expect a pleasant dawning?
Get real ya monkeys,
its a crackerjack cabbage in your hands forever!!!!!!!
Here is my Rap I am writing on the spot,
Universal lines spreading from the one dot,
Clean out your cupboards lads I can't stand the grot,
If you turn around I find your hips quite hot,
Or do you have the shapely thighs your mother lent you
Do you have the laddered tights your aunty dreamt you
Do you have the bits of apple clinging to your teeth
Do you have an old marks and sparks voucher from 1981
In your mother's leather purse in that tray of old papers,
Smells of stale consulate and solicitors office dust,
Claim I never knew whats happening
Claim I never knew whats happening,
Dirty dirty filth slag hate bitch whine,
Your arse their cunt all in the passage of time,.
I remember the days of Earth Wind and Fire,
Nasty gold costumes and the music was so dire,
But even then the clogs of kellogs boxes in the bins,
Read the back and listen to Wogan mornings of hidden sin,
The throat is quiet words are notably absent,
All the lies are stacking up and telepathy gates are opened,
A child has an eye to replace the ears that cannot comprehend,
But now this child he has no eye for it let far too much in,
Switch out the sun what do you expect a pleasant dawning?
Get real ya monkeys,
its a crackerjack cabbage in your hands forever!!!!!!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
26 miles in a high speed wheelchair
I just met this guy Shaho Qadir at work today.
His is an amazing story.
He had his legs blown off after a chemical attack by Saddam Hussein's forces in Kurdish Iraq when he was 13 years old.
Later on he managed to escape his troubled homeland and
made it to the UK in the back of a truck.
He has worked with disabled children,
as a volunteer mentor for a blind refugee and
he has raced in the London marathon in his wheelchair.
He is training to race this April in both the Paris and London
marathons.
Read more about his story here
watch a video of him in action here
His latest ambition is to work to develop British Disability Gymnastics, helping to build it into
a sport that could eventually be accepted in the paralympic games.
Good Luck Shaho!!!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
fun fun fun on the autobahn
so little chiclets,
pieces of gum,
hands on the tum,
expand and contracts,
wave and swerve,
bang your chi gong,
splash the toilet bowl,
and ring its chiming chinese porcelain neck,
lyon barcelona auf der autobahn
ga gag agag budapest hamburg
autobahn autobahn
ba ba ba ba ba ba abba ba aba bba
tra lal atra latrat later
take the turkey train next the line is straight,
fill the lake fill it up,
where the tiny pieces of rainbow coloured mosaic,
lie beneath the drowned land ,
take the turkey train train train,
hold the hose,
let the water out and washing away the silty sand,
the pictures appear, in colours all rainbow colours,
move the hose around , here they come the shining
bright floors of yore,
now go goodbye, pack up your home,
this hosing cleanse has become a dangerous flood,
take the turkey train,
your home just died, pack it up in your little bag,
and get on the train....
pieces of gum,
hands on the tum,
expand and contracts,
wave and swerve,
bang your chi gong,
splash the toilet bowl,
and ring its chiming chinese porcelain neck,
lyon barcelona auf der autobahn
ga gag agag budapest hamburg
autobahn autobahn
ba ba ba ba ba ba abba ba aba bba
tra lal atra latrat later
take the turkey train next the line is straight,
fill the lake fill it up,
where the tiny pieces of rainbow coloured mosaic,
lie beneath the drowned land ,
take the turkey train train train,
hold the hose,
let the water out and washing away the silty sand,
the pictures appear, in colours all rainbow colours,
move the hose around , here they come the shining
bright floors of yore,
now go goodbye, pack up your home,
this hosing cleanse has become a dangerous flood,
take the turkey train,
your home just died, pack it up in your little bag,
and get on the train....
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Venturer 40GB bargain iPod killer
I didn't want to pay for an overpriced iPod,
but I needed a high storage capacity mp3 player.
Trust Argos to come to the rescue.
It may be as ugly as sin, but this baby set me back
£89 for 40GB of memory.
Plug it into USB and you see a removable harddisk,
drag and drop files as you will.
Okay so it doesn't have a good playlist facility and
its functionality is basic. Sometimes it skips past certain tracks and there is the odd bug or two.
But it didn't cost much,
it fits in my pocket, just about, and I don't have to look
like an iPod sheep on the bus.
So there we go.
Take my advice, if you are not fussy, go and get one.
They're great.
Venturer 40GB mp3 player.
Available from Argos. £89.00
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Big Up Ye Turnips
Yah Yah Yah
Woo Ha
Woo Ha
Yah Yah yAH
Sniff me and pass out.
Stiff Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Raw , I'm Raw, can you feel my Raw?
Well actually, Mr Digby, I'm not quite sure what you're getting at.
Would you like another French Fancy?
Ah tash and darn and crimple it MaryBethJoAnn Juniper benchpress
turtle polish wood enamel fridge.
I wanna BEIGE you up.
Father Brown I'm in love with your toga,
yeah the one that you wear in the windmill.
Course she always said that I'd be the lucky one.
The old luck always shone on me.,
Like blessings from a duck
golden nuggets of luck plopping in my
garden pond, growing a tail, legs and arms
whoops there it goes just jumped off that lily leaf.
Catch the pidgeon Giles, there may be a message strapped to
its leg.
Now where was eye, thats right , pancake mixture,
just get some old popeye paste, you know kneed in some of
the old Olive Oyle, ooooo errrrr ooooooo eerrrrrrr
thats yr basic pancake batter sorted ,
then to add the mixture, scratch those bits of flakes
out of yr eyelashes, these are made out of mindreading
eyelash mite droppings. Completely harmless, but full of
protein and quite tasty when fried.
so the pasty paste is mixed up and oh sod it
I made it all up. I dunno how to make pancakes.
Give me a turnip and I'll carve a shit face into it.
That's as much as I can do.
What you have Pumpkins at Halloween?
We use turnips mate, yeah , you fuckin ponce,
little turnips are what you need.
Much spookier and all.
Woo Ha
Woo Ha
Yah Yah yAH
Sniff me and pass out.
Stiff Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Raw , I'm Raw, can you feel my Raw?
Well actually, Mr Digby, I'm not quite sure what you're getting at.
Would you like another French Fancy?
Ah tash and darn and crimple it MaryBethJoAnn Juniper benchpress
turtle polish wood enamel fridge.
I wanna BEIGE you up.
Father Brown I'm in love with your toga,
yeah the one that you wear in the windmill.
Course she always said that I'd be the lucky one.
The old luck always shone on me.,
Like blessings from a duck
golden nuggets of luck plopping in my
garden pond, growing a tail, legs and arms
whoops there it goes just jumped off that lily leaf.
Catch the pidgeon Giles, there may be a message strapped to
its leg.
Now where was eye, thats right , pancake mixture,
just get some old popeye paste, you know kneed in some of
the old Olive Oyle, ooooo errrrr ooooooo eerrrrrrr
thats yr basic pancake batter sorted ,
then to add the mixture, scratch those bits of flakes
out of yr eyelashes, these are made out of mindreading
eyelash mite droppings. Completely harmless, but full of
protein and quite tasty when fried.
so the pasty paste is mixed up and oh sod it
I made it all up. I dunno how to make pancakes.
Give me a turnip and I'll carve a shit face into it.
That's as much as I can do.
What you have Pumpkins at Halloween?
We use turnips mate, yeah , you fuckin ponce,
little turnips are what you need.
Much spookier and all.
the continental cafe
the continental cafe
Get a coffee, a soft drink, some food.
Cigarettes out
Quiet boys mope on a table of their own
Why are you reading a newspaper?
It's too early to absorb boring news.
Some Soft Metal fan had stuck several pounds in the jukebox.
LIVING MARXISM Why IS politics so boring?
I'm tired I need another coffee
Go on mate roll yourself a fag
It looks really good
The Food Factory in red neon
What a crap roll up
May he forever swallow tobbacco
I wish I was that bloke next to me
Asleep in his folded arms.
Why is he sleeping?
Did he have a late night?
Or does that Daily Express laid out neatly before him hold the
answer?
KLF now playing
Long haired guy with leather jacket is doing the nervous knee tap.
These Scots don't tan very well,
They've had 4 consecutive days of sun.
I have to leave soon.
The clouds of smoke are irritating my nose.
I also need to take the most enourmous shit.
early 90s Queen Margaret Student Union, Glasgow.
Get a coffee, a soft drink, some food.
Cigarettes out
Quiet boys mope on a table of their own
Why are you reading a newspaper?
It's too early to absorb boring news.
Some Soft Metal fan had stuck several pounds in the jukebox.
LIVING MARXISM Why IS politics so boring?
I'm tired I need another coffee
Go on mate roll yourself a fag
It looks really good
The Food Factory in red neon
What a crap roll up
May he forever swallow tobbacco
I wish I was that bloke next to me
Asleep in his folded arms.
Why is he sleeping?
Did he have a late night?
Or does that Daily Express laid out neatly before him hold the
answer?
KLF now playing
Long haired guy with leather jacket is doing the nervous knee tap.
These Scots don't tan very well,
They've had 4 consecutive days of sun.
I have to leave soon.
The clouds of smoke are irritating my nose.
I also need to take the most enourmous shit.
early 90s Queen Margaret Student Union, Glasgow.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
a message from Johnny Anger
"'...after I came back from the show I rolled a huge doob,went into the bathroom and smoked it while I dropped major man-turds into the shitbowl.Wow! The sensation of being high while I eliminated wastes from my fucking body was the shit(pardon the pun!).I looked at my 3 thick messy shitrolls in the toilet and thought 'wow that came out of me,its part of me.I know its shit,but if it came out of me then how could it be bad?' I understood how a woman must feel after shes given birth.Would you flush your child down the toilet? No. And I vowed to never flush my waste down the toilet again! So I filled up my bathtub with my 'children',I would play with them,talk with them and just be there for them.Soon, I realized that our relationship wasn't that of father and child, it was beyond all conventional relationships...I was in love with my own feces.Often when one is in love,one does not feel complete without consummating the relationship...I took my shit and shaped and molded it into a crude lower half of a female.A few cuts and slashes with a knife and soon I had carved a pussy(vagina) into my 'shitwoman' and we had our honeymoon...please remember that you have no right to judge me.You have the right to kill me but not to judge me."
Monday, December 12, 2005
Ecstacy Song
I've seen you swimming
and I want to fake it
but it was a reflection
and I know I can make it
we are all just visitors
nice to be here twice
I'm teasin'
the kick is pleasin'
but administer to the lack lustre
coz my brain buster
is shining from beyond
a dazzling moonlit pond
its the answer to a question
"how can I dance forever?"
written 1997
and I want to fake it
but it was a reflection
and I know I can make it
we are all just visitors
nice to be here twice
I'm teasin'
the kick is pleasin'
but administer to the lack lustre
coz my brain buster
is shining from beyond
a dazzling moonlit pond
its the answer to a question
"how can I dance forever?"
written 1997
Intro/For me/For you
INTRO
Conduct the dropout phase print
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold
FOR ME
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold
FOR ME
When your finger is on hold
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace
FOR YOU
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace
FOR YOU
Magnetic ecstacy at the headstrong portal
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers
written 1997
In the sequence of time and motion
In the sequence of time and motion
a stone is cast
And crevasse cracks a benign field form rips
Rent across and an eyelash back
Elephantine memory of the protein valve
The thorax squeaks cheery waves to a man
And moon dust thrives when the door knocks come
Grinning faces and a wide spectacle slips the tag
Collapse ashes Oh to stack more on
A nerve quake and quivering bleached bones
Remembering reveries Tree stump forever
Do or die the cry of my psychic whiplash
Enigma speech and I'm thrilled to wake weary
Voodoo trench coat cats tail wander
Tree branch owl on a back flight prey hunt megamission
The bones of mice in its shit
Television mist breakdown
Tulips from...
A spoon full of.....
Brown girl in the.
Tra la la la la
written 1997
a stone is cast
And crevasse cracks a benign field form rips
Rent across and an eyelash back
Elephantine memory of the protein valve
The thorax squeaks cheery waves to a man
And moon dust thrives when the door knocks come
Grinning faces and a wide spectacle slips the tag
Collapse ashes Oh to stack more on
A nerve quake and quivering bleached bones
Remembering reveries Tree stump forever
Do or die the cry of my psychic whiplash
Enigma speech and I'm thrilled to wake weary
Voodoo trench coat cats tail wander
Tree branch owl on a back flight prey hunt megamission
The bones of mice in its shit
Television mist breakdown
Tulips from...
A spoon full of.....
Brown girl in the.
Tra la la la la
written 1997
hello dere
Hallo Joseph Tonmore,
I trust ye are keepin' well,
with yr goode womane beside ye at all thymes.
I frankenly be incensed by the mardy myrhhh.
And be driven almost to blindnesse in whipping the
stonybridge milestone.
Thanking numerous incandescent heavenly bodies
that predicaments are not further seriousnessed for all
of usses and our otherses.
May paths ways crossed by sunshine ingottes be.
Adieu dear frende and tille we have sightinges bold and berry.
Quickening thyme does not allowe the pleasures of ages,
thoughe crackes of light and the glow of splendour can
be sighted and pursued wherever they are ablest.
Beste be to yrs and yr neighbours.
James Kinge.
I trust ye are keepin' well,
with yr goode womane beside ye at all thymes.
I frankenly be incensed by the mardy myrhhh.
And be driven almost to blindnesse in whipping the
stonybridge milestone.
Thanking numerous incandescent heavenly bodies
that predicaments are not further seriousnessed for all
of usses and our otherses.
May paths ways crossed by sunshine ingottes be.
Adieu dear frende and tille we have sightinges bold and berry.
Quickening thyme does not allowe the pleasures of ages,
thoughe crackes of light and the glow of splendour can
be sighted and pursued wherever they are ablest.
Beste be to yrs and yr neighbours.
James Kinge.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
give me back my money
So you work silly hours for silly money do you?
Something in digital arts tech print management marketing
fashion finance
Well, I don't believe in superfluous unneccessary jobs like that.
I think it is obscene that this city gives money to these purposeless timewasting nothing jobs.
And a lot of you bastards drink to excess.
I know, I've met you.
You are uncomfortable deep inside,
why are you being paid so well and working so hard for something
completely ephemeral and pointless.
You will pass the south american cleaners in the office corridor.
You will take the cappuccino from the guy who smiles and is
always friendly in that cool little coffee bar. He's been there since 4 in the morning and he hates you, but you wouldn't know it.
This city is a joke, its a tower of champagne glasses,
all the booze is drunk and only the piss trickles down to be cleaned up by those below.
But hey, you're doing a trendy job in a fucking hard working
hard playing environ, its such a BUZZ.
Keep rambling on, keep the tone of your voice high energy
positive and deeply insensitive.
Cut off from accepting the disordered world your choice of career is engendering and the society your actions help to justify, you
waddle around, with your bunch of pissed up cunt mates.
You don't even read anything intelligent anymore, no time.
Don't think about things that might get you down.
Keep it happy, keep saying your happy, this is like when I was
younger, this is how it was always gonna be, yeah it's all good
It's all good.
Fallen , you've fallen, everyones fallen.
For the stanaic trickster , the merry prankster,
the laughing dancing skeleton,
the hip bones connected to the thigh bone.
Eat up, it's another lunchtime,
yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy
But your shoulders are hunched,
the diving trip, aren't those colourful fish wonderful.
Diving and skiing, little worlds away from
facing it, facing it all the uncomfortable truth.
You are a slave and a master.
You help to complete and perpetuate the chain.
MASTER AND SERVANT
It is all around us.
NOT LOVE, ACTUALLY
Something in digital arts tech print management marketing
fashion finance
Well, I don't believe in superfluous unneccessary jobs like that.
I think it is obscene that this city gives money to these purposeless timewasting nothing jobs.
And a lot of you bastards drink to excess.
I know, I've met you.
You are uncomfortable deep inside,
why are you being paid so well and working so hard for something
completely ephemeral and pointless.
You will pass the south american cleaners in the office corridor.
You will take the cappuccino from the guy who smiles and is
always friendly in that cool little coffee bar. He's been there since 4 in the morning and he hates you, but you wouldn't know it.
This city is a joke, its a tower of champagne glasses,
all the booze is drunk and only the piss trickles down to be cleaned up by those below.
But hey, you're doing a trendy job in a fucking hard working
hard playing environ, its such a BUZZ.
Keep rambling on, keep the tone of your voice high energy
positive and deeply insensitive.
Cut off from accepting the disordered world your choice of career is engendering and the society your actions help to justify, you
waddle around, with your bunch of pissed up cunt mates.
You don't even read anything intelligent anymore, no time.
Don't think about things that might get you down.
Keep it happy, keep saying your happy, this is like when I was
younger, this is how it was always gonna be, yeah it's all good
It's all good.
Fallen , you've fallen, everyones fallen.
For the stanaic trickster , the merry prankster,
the laughing dancing skeleton,
the hip bones connected to the thigh bone.
Eat up, it's another lunchtime,
yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy
But your shoulders are hunched,
the diving trip, aren't those colourful fish wonderful.
Diving and skiing, little worlds away from
facing it, facing it all the uncomfortable truth.
You are a slave and a master.
You help to complete and perpetuate the chain.
MASTER AND SERVANT
It is all around us.
NOT LOVE, ACTUALLY
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Snowy Farr
Happy Brithday Mum
If there was one number for each of your years,
there'd be fifty.
Stay away from the rocking chair and you'll be fine.
Love Matt.
(mum died aged 57)
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Gener's Lament
Gene’s Lament
Transcript of the end of a Ween gig
Ft. Lauderdale
7/17/00
……..after Poopship…..
Gener:
I’m gonna lick your pussy tonight, ohh-aaaahhhhaa
Oooooooo – Oooooooo – Oooooooo – yeaaaah
Dean: “Got something to say Gener?”
Oooooo – OOOooooo…….
Claude: “Talking ‘bout the Poopship, talking ‘bout the Poopship”
Gene: Destroyer
Poopy poopy dooo
Poopship
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – Ooooooo – yeah yeah yeaaaaah
Claude: Riiiiiiiide on the Poopship
Gener: Smoke some crack, and lick a some pussy tonight
Tonight I’m gonna smoke a little crack, and I’m gonna eat a little
pussy tonight
Give it to me
I want to eat some pussyyyyyyy
Ooooo – ooooo – oooooo
Girl, you know, I appreciate you commin out to the Ween show. And I
like the fact that you’re into Ween.
Yeah, maybe I wrote that song, Baby Bitch. But you know, I wrote it
for you.
Listen, I’ve been on tour for a long time. I’ve been on tour for a
long, long, long, long time. And tonight, I think I’d like to take
your panties down, go home for a little while, you know what I’m
saying? After I smoke a little crack…..
Can you guys give it to me?
Oooooo- oooooo – yeah
You know, ‘cause for Gener, it’s very tough being on the road
sometimes. I’m a very complicated man
Claude: Complicated baby (sung in falsetto)
Sometimes I get so strung up in my own thing, I don’t know where I am
any more. And it sucks.
You know I’m a Pisces. I was born on St. Patrick’s Day. And you know,
sometimes that’s hard, being a Jew, ‘cause that’s what I am. I go to
the Irish bar and I don’t got nothin’. They fuckin’ kick me out.
Claude: You can’t get no loooove
You can’t get no lovin. But sometimes, somehow, I get some love. I
get some love somehow. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe from
God above. Thank God for the woman who loves me…….I love you to. You
see ‘cause the woman is a very special thing. She feels beyond the
realm of dreams. She feels, she feels things than no man can
understand.
Don’t you be booing my ass, you bitch!
I know, I know it’s a pain in the ass. Believe me, nobody knows better
than I.
Give me some!
Ooooooo – ooooo – yeaaaaaah
Fuck that.
But when I’m in Ft. Lauderdale, I see all these fine people, all these
beautiful people, and I love each and every one of you. You know
‘cause sometimes it’s hard being Gene Ween. It is. It’s tough.
‘Cause, I just wanted, I just wanted to go back home, you know?
But I realized that I’ve got a job to do.
Claude: Man’s got work to do, man’s got work to do
Hey Mick, give me that fuckin’ Jack Daniels. Yeah. And I want to play
for you. And you know, I’s a professional.
Give me one more, give me one more
Claude: Brother wants to testify, brother wants to testify to the
people
Oooooo – ooooo
And you know when I see you fuckin’ people, it makes it all worth
while, ‘cause I’m just a man, I’m just a man, and I love you so much.
Thank you. I love you so much.
When I go back to the tour bus tonight and smoke a little more crack,
I’m gonna think about you people. And I’m gonna think about how good
you were to me tonight. Hanging out with me.
Give me a little somethin’
Oooooo-oooooo-yeaaaaahaaaa
It’s not easy, it’s not easy being green. And I am green. And I love
you for that, I love you for that. Because I think you’re green too.
My brothers and my sisters, thank you.
Claude: I want to tell you ahhh yeah
I’m gonna let my friend Glen, Glen MeCeland, speak for me for a little
while. He smoked a lot of crack, but I think he’s coming down, I think
he’s alright.
Basically, what I’m tryin to say is that I just love you people so
much. Hey Glenn, give me a little somethin’. It’s a brand new day. A
brand new day.
Glenn: I feel the full moon
The sun is risin’. The sun is risin’ up. The sun is RISIN’ UP!
Give it to me! Give something to the people.
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – oooooooo
This man’s got the love. If one man’s got the love, it’s Glenn.
Now Glenn just smoked a lot of crack.
Claude: I want to give it to my brother Geneeeer, yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaa
Glenn: He’s got the feelin’ Papa Gene, that was beautiful. I know
you were tryin. I know you feeling it. You’re wonderful
Claude: Brother Gene was testifying.
Glenn: Everybody Gene Ween tonight , Gene Ween. Gene Ween on lead
vocals. Gene Ween. Testifying for you all night long tonight. Pouring
his heart and soul into the show just Ft. Lauderdale. Dean Ween, after
seeing the Perfect Storm with me, we had a tear in our eye after the
move, and we managed to pull the show off. And it’s a beautiful thing
everybody. We love you.
Gene: Thank you guys tonight. We’re out of here. We’re gonna go
party back stage. Thank you.
Transcript of the end of a Ween gig
Ft. Lauderdale
7/17/00
……..after Poopship…..
Gener:
I’m gonna lick your pussy tonight, ohh-aaaahhhhaa
Oooooooo – Oooooooo – Oooooooo – yeaaaah
Dean: “Got something to say Gener?”
Oooooo – OOOooooo…….
Claude: “Talking ‘bout the Poopship, talking ‘bout the Poopship”
Gene: Destroyer
Poopy poopy dooo
Poopship
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – Ooooooo – yeah yeah yeaaaaah
Claude: Riiiiiiiide on the Poopship
Gener: Smoke some crack, and lick a some pussy tonight
Tonight I’m gonna smoke a little crack, and I’m gonna eat a little
pussy tonight
Give it to me
I want to eat some pussyyyyyyy
Ooooo – ooooo – oooooo
Girl, you know, I appreciate you commin out to the Ween show. And I
like the fact that you’re into Ween.
Yeah, maybe I wrote that song, Baby Bitch. But you know, I wrote it
for you.
Listen, I’ve been on tour for a long time. I’ve been on tour for a
long, long, long, long time. And tonight, I think I’d like to take
your panties down, go home for a little while, you know what I’m
saying? After I smoke a little crack…..
Can you guys give it to me?
Oooooo- oooooo – yeah
You know, ‘cause for Gener, it’s very tough being on the road
sometimes. I’m a very complicated man
Claude: Complicated baby (sung in falsetto)
Sometimes I get so strung up in my own thing, I don’t know where I am
any more. And it sucks.
You know I’m a Pisces. I was born on St. Patrick’s Day. And you know,
sometimes that’s hard, being a Jew, ‘cause that’s what I am. I go to
the Irish bar and I don’t got nothin’. They fuckin’ kick me out.
Claude: You can’t get no loooove
You can’t get no lovin. But sometimes, somehow, I get some love. I
get some love somehow. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe from
God above. Thank God for the woman who loves me…….I love you to. You
see ‘cause the woman is a very special thing. She feels beyond the
realm of dreams. She feels, she feels things than no man can
understand.
Don’t you be booing my ass, you bitch!
I know, I know it’s a pain in the ass. Believe me, nobody knows better
than I.
Give me some!
Ooooooo – ooooo – yeaaaaaah
Fuck that.
But when I’m in Ft. Lauderdale, I see all these fine people, all these
beautiful people, and I love each and every one of you. You know
‘cause sometimes it’s hard being Gene Ween. It is. It’s tough.
‘Cause, I just wanted, I just wanted to go back home, you know?
But I realized that I’ve got a job to do.
Claude: Man’s got work to do, man’s got work to do
Hey Mick, give me that fuckin’ Jack Daniels. Yeah. And I want to play
for you. And you know, I’s a professional.
Give me one more, give me one more
Claude: Brother wants to testify, brother wants to testify to the
people
Oooooo – ooooo
And you know when I see you fuckin’ people, it makes it all worth
while, ‘cause I’m just a man, I’m just a man, and I love you so much.
Thank you. I love you so much.
When I go back to the tour bus tonight and smoke a little more crack,
I’m gonna think about you people. And I’m gonna think about how good
you were to me tonight. Hanging out with me.
Give me a little somethin’
Oooooo-oooooo-yeaaaaahaaaa
It’s not easy, it’s not easy being green. And I am green. And I love
you for that, I love you for that. Because I think you’re green too.
My brothers and my sisters, thank you.
Claude: I want to tell you ahhh yeah
I’m gonna let my friend Glen, Glen MeCeland, speak for me for a little
while. He smoked a lot of crack, but I think he’s coming down, I think
he’s alright.
Basically, what I’m tryin to say is that I just love you people so
much. Hey Glenn, give me a little somethin’. It’s a brand new day. A
brand new day.
Glenn: I feel the full moon
The sun is risin’. The sun is risin’ up. The sun is RISIN’ UP!
Give it to me! Give something to the people.
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – oooooooo
This man’s got the love. If one man’s got the love, it’s Glenn.
Now Glenn just smoked a lot of crack.
Claude: I want to give it to my brother Geneeeer, yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaa
Glenn: He’s got the feelin’ Papa Gene, that was beautiful. I know
you were tryin. I know you feeling it. You’re wonderful
Claude: Brother Gene was testifying.
Glenn: Everybody Gene Ween tonight , Gene Ween. Gene Ween on lead
vocals. Gene Ween. Testifying for you all night long tonight. Pouring
his heart and soul into the show just Ft. Lauderdale. Dean Ween, after
seeing the Perfect Storm with me, we had a tear in our eye after the
move, and we managed to pull the show off. And it’s a beautiful thing
everybody. We love you.
Gene: Thank you guys tonight. We’re out of here. We’re gonna go
party back stage. Thank you.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
so much thing to say right now
is that a bob marley wig
u are wearing
or are you just
police to see me.
Yes yet again you stumble here
expecting nuggets of blogger wisdom,
flashes of joyous cheeky wit,
palmfuls of fluffy wanking spanner growth,
teary thimbles trembling on a stack of pickled spam jelly
You stumble in here,
your eyes on their red veiny stalks
they see past the glow and they
aim to focus on the irritatingly small typeface,
and do they read this far,
or do they shuffle off for the next hit,
this time I know it's for real
god knows I've got to break freeeeeee.
But that next page you look at will
be an empty shell, all flashing lights and
robot shit for brains, a life fed on a steady
diet of showing off.
Insecure Wilmas calling their menfolk in for din dins.
Ripped gayboy with his dumb dolces and ordered othodoxy.
So just stay where you are right now, tap the screen with
the nail of your left little finger and repeat after me
"I am not an internet Sheep"
Did you do it?
Good, I knew you were'nt an internet sheep.
Ok
here's a picture for all you
attention deficit surfers
u are wearing
or are you just
police to see me.
Yes yet again you stumble here
expecting nuggets of blogger wisdom,
flashes of joyous cheeky wit,
palmfuls of fluffy wanking spanner growth,
teary thimbles trembling on a stack of pickled spam jelly
You stumble in here,
your eyes on their red veiny stalks
they see past the glow and they
aim to focus on the irritatingly small typeface,
and do they read this far,
or do they shuffle off for the next hit,
this time I know it's for real
god knows I've got to break freeeeeee.
But that next page you look at will
be an empty shell, all flashing lights and
robot shit for brains, a life fed on a steady
diet of showing off.
Insecure Wilmas calling their menfolk in for din dins.
Ripped gayboy with his dumb dolces and ordered othodoxy.
So just stay where you are right now, tap the screen with
the nail of your left little finger and repeat after me
"I am not an internet Sheep"
Did you do it?
Good, I knew you were'nt an internet sheep.
Ok
here's a picture for all you
attention deficit surfers
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
child without an iPod
this is the name of my new
blog which will be the repository of
ultra cool podcasts or mp3s as they're more
usefully known.
this is the link to the blog
this is the link to the inaugural
downloadable dj set named folking hell
here are the tunes you can hear therein
ween - stacey
arbol - son todas putas
ween - belvedine
cosmic cretins - reggae junkie jew
duncan browne - in a mist
ewan macoll - van dieman's land
mae west - a guy what takes his time
pierre henry - breath
rhythm and sound - mash down version
simon finn - jerusalem
stereolab - soup groove #1
television personalities - seasons in the sun
ween - boys club
ween - tuffy mufffy
the drum club - u make me feel so good
vashti bunyan - against the sky
blog which will be the repository of
ultra cool podcasts or mp3s as they're more
usefully known.
this is the link to the blog
this is the link to the inaugural
downloadable dj set named folking hell
here are the tunes you can hear therein
ween - stacey
arbol - son todas putas
ween - belvedine
cosmic cretins - reggae junkie jew
duncan browne - in a mist
ewan macoll - van dieman's land
mae west - a guy what takes his time
pierre henry - breath
rhythm and sound - mash down version
simon finn - jerusalem
stereolab - soup groove #1
television personalities - seasons in the sun
ween - boys club
ween - tuffy mufffy
the drum club - u make me feel so good
vashti bunyan - against the sky
Saturday, October 29, 2005
if i needed someone
you're the one that I'd be thinking of
so sir,
yes sir,
thankyou boss,
drat and double drat
clinker the rig master
youngsters in circle master haystack
ol' scarecrow hour is at hand
dark doom and rotten apples on the lawn
sniff runny nosed
listen to the elastic band
doiiiiinnnnngggggg
arrrrr me hearties
Tintin is afraid and his little
Snowie is all matted and piss-soaked.
Great Gigs is disguise
girl on girl
boy on boy
beast on beast
the firey sky
the crackling sulphur
dark deeds,
gunshot kilburn car window.
all in aid of
black pride.
ya get me
dja get me
peace brah
stab im up
stab im up
dja get me
asians sellin us illegal skin bleacher
dja get me
oh I get you against a brick wall,
deejays shadows, enoughs enuff
I want to lie down with
your beauty
Black Beauty
hearing sirens in my sleep
not a peep or a wink
but the sound of the man
interferes and demands
give up your dreams and
share them with the world.
From your tower high perch,
you are a slave to all you survey.
so sir,
yes sir,
thankyou boss,
drat and double drat
clinker the rig master
youngsters in circle master haystack
ol' scarecrow hour is at hand
dark doom and rotten apples on the lawn
sniff runny nosed
listen to the elastic band
doiiiiinnnnngggggg
arrrrr me hearties
Tintin is afraid and his little
Snowie is all matted and piss-soaked.
Great Gigs is disguise
girl on girl
boy on boy
beast on beast
the firey sky
the crackling sulphur
dark deeds,
gunshot kilburn car window.
all in aid of
black pride.
ya get me
dja get me
peace brah
stab im up
stab im up
dja get me
asians sellin us illegal skin bleacher
dja get me
oh I get you against a brick wall,
deejays shadows, enoughs enuff
I want to lie down with
your beauty
Black Beauty
hearing sirens in my sleep
not a peep or a wink
but the sound of the man
interferes and demands
give up your dreams and
share them with the world.
From your tower high perch,
you are a slave to all you survey.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
this post kills pigs
yeah baby yeah,
sugar and spice and
all things nice,
flowers and peacocks too
shells and bells
penguins and butterflies
too sharp to last
the Jamies are deadly
momma knows best
can you give me a bunk up
over that wall?
sugar and spice and
all things nice,
flowers and peacocks too
shells and bells
penguins and butterflies
too sharp to last
the Jamies are deadly
momma knows best
can you give me a bunk up
over that wall?
Monday, October 17, 2005
This man came down the road
This man came down the road and thought that he was an idiot when the complicated reasons for his existence never worked out that well, and there was absolutely nothing that he could possibly do about it. After a while he dedcided to embarrass the others by serving time on a ship and cooking all the food and cleaning up afterwards that was extremely kind of him and I wonder if there was ever anyone quite like him in the world before. So anyway , eventually the robots saw what was happening to the other young beings of light and they substituted the necklace for the pearls and split the frequencies up just when they were becoming most dangerous to the system. However a plan had already been hatched to counteract this terrible setup and so the young frankensteins were not able to foresee this eventuality and could neither predict what was going to happen next nor stop it. The gang waited until the beatings and interrogations were over.
This is the feature film
This is the feature film,
Starring harry fintknapper
The screw turning modulation controller
With extra fine sheen tights and invisible plastic panties over the prickly blotched meat
Off turt club lahk
Vizualize the freekin’ cold wet night#
But I feel hot and shivery , fuckin voddy and redbull that,
Dressed like a slapper, thed never know oo I was
Me Harry Flintknapper
Screw turning modular arranger extroadinaire.
So…..
Starring harry fintknapper
The screw turning modulation controller
With extra fine sheen tights and invisible plastic panties over the prickly blotched meat
Off turt club lahk
Vizualize the freekin’ cold wet night#
But I feel hot and shivery , fuckin voddy and redbull that,
Dressed like a slapper, thed never know oo I was
Me Harry Flintknapper
Screw turning modular arranger extroadinaire.
So…..
Thursday, October 13, 2005
buenos tardes amigo
( this is a classic tale of Mexican Justice 2002 stylee)
Mexican village buries both the crime and the criminal
In the remote Mexican village of Dios Rios, justice is meted
out by the town elders. When one resident killed his cousin,
he was delivered a truly gruesome punishment
Teofilo Gonzalez Cano stabbed his cousin to death with two
quick jabs to the heart. They had been the best of friends,
growing up together in the same mud brick house in this tiny
village in southern Mexico. But one night they drank
themselves nearly blind on homemade grain alcohol. An
argument about nothing got out of hand, and soon Vicente
Gonzalez Santiago lay dead in the dirt
Teofilo ran. They found him at dawn, sitting in a forest
clutching his empty bottle. The local farmer who served as
village constable, another cousin of Teofilo's, bound his
hands behind his back and brought him in. The whole village
was waiting, more than 300 people. They forced Teofilo to he
facedown next to Vicente's corpse. They shouted at him,
called him a murderer. His mother sat in the dirt next to
her son, pleading for mercy.
The nearest police were more than two hours' drive away and
there was no telephone in Dos Rios, hidden in rugged
mountains 180 miles southwest of Mexico City. Justice in
this backwater belongs to a half a dozen town elders, who
stood over the two cousins in their early 30s, one dead and
one accused, and debated the punishment that day in 1999.
Finally they agreed.
"They said the two of them. Should be buried together," said
Catarina Cano Santiago, Teofilo's mother.
According to Cano, other Dos Rios residents and human rights
investigators, the elders enlisted villagers to carry out
the sentence. Some of the men hacked a grave in the rocky
soil of the village cemetery. Someone banged together a
flimsy wooden coffin, and the villagers put Vicente's body
in it. They hoisted the box and began a procession down a
narrow cow path to the graveyard. Others dragged Teofilo
by the arms. Women and children followed, marching under a
hot sun past fields of dead corn.
They placed Vicente's coffin in the hole, then threw Teofilo
in on top, with his arms and legs tied together. He screamed
and begged for his life, calling out to his mother, "Please
don't let them do this to me!" She tried to help him, but
her neighbours and friends held her back. The law had
spoken, and no one would stand in its way..
Twenty men started throwing dirt into the hole with shovels
and sticks. Teofilo, screaming, tried to climb out His
14yearold son, Felipe, ran to him and tried to hug him and
pull him up. Someone tossed a lasso around Teofilo's neck
and jerked him back into the grave, ripping him from his
boy's embrace. They pulled the crying youth away from his
father as the dirt piled higher and higher on top of him,
until he disappeared into the ground.
'When they finished," said his mother, "you could still hear
him screaming under the ground ..."
Fewer than 400 people live in Dos Rios, in a cluster of
softbrick huts baked by a close, heavy sun. There is no
electricity, not a light bulb in town. A priest comes once a
year to say Mass in the crumbling Roman Catholic church. It
has been months since a police patrol passed through
There is no formal accounting of how many people are killed
in Mexico's rough rural justice every year. But human rights
groups estimate that hundreds have been killed and hundreds
more beaten over the years in punishments meted out beyond
official scrutiny. Barrera said at least 10 people a year
are killed in the region around Dos Rios in a form of local
justice ...
Francisco Estrada Rojas, who teaches at the elementary
school, said the elders ordered Teofilo to he buried alive
to "teach a big lesson".
Estrada said that when the police arrived a day after the
murders, they wanted to dig up the men to see for themselves
what had happened, and to put the two men in separate
graves. But local officials told the police that no one in
town would help them ... There is a widespread belief here
that the officers were paid a bribe forget about the whole
thing.
They didn't arrest anybody," Estrada said. 'Because they
would have had to arrest the whole community."
Kevin Sullivan In the Washington Post March 15
Mexican village buries both the crime and the criminal
In the remote Mexican village of Dios Rios, justice is meted
out by the town elders. When one resident killed his cousin,
he was delivered a truly gruesome punishment
Teofilo Gonzalez Cano stabbed his cousin to death with two
quick jabs to the heart. They had been the best of friends,
growing up together in the same mud brick house in this tiny
village in southern Mexico. But one night they drank
themselves nearly blind on homemade grain alcohol. An
argument about nothing got out of hand, and soon Vicente
Gonzalez Santiago lay dead in the dirt
Teofilo ran. They found him at dawn, sitting in a forest
clutching his empty bottle. The local farmer who served as
village constable, another cousin of Teofilo's, bound his
hands behind his back and brought him in. The whole village
was waiting, more than 300 people. They forced Teofilo to he
facedown next to Vicente's corpse. They shouted at him,
called him a murderer. His mother sat in the dirt next to
her son, pleading for mercy.
The nearest police were more than two hours' drive away and
there was no telephone in Dos Rios, hidden in rugged
mountains 180 miles southwest of Mexico City. Justice in
this backwater belongs to a half a dozen town elders, who
stood over the two cousins in their early 30s, one dead and
one accused, and debated the punishment that day in 1999.
Finally they agreed.
"They said the two of them. Should be buried together," said
Catarina Cano Santiago, Teofilo's mother.
According to Cano, other Dos Rios residents and human rights
investigators, the elders enlisted villagers to carry out
the sentence. Some of the men hacked a grave in the rocky
soil of the village cemetery. Someone banged together a
flimsy wooden coffin, and the villagers put Vicente's body
in it. They hoisted the box and began a procession down a
narrow cow path to the graveyard. Others dragged Teofilo
by the arms. Women and children followed, marching under a
hot sun past fields of dead corn.
They placed Vicente's coffin in the hole, then threw Teofilo
in on top, with his arms and legs tied together. He screamed
and begged for his life, calling out to his mother, "Please
don't let them do this to me!" She tried to help him, but
her neighbours and friends held her back. The law had
spoken, and no one would stand in its way..
Twenty men started throwing dirt into the hole with shovels
and sticks. Teofilo, screaming, tried to climb out His
14yearold son, Felipe, ran to him and tried to hug him and
pull him up. Someone tossed a lasso around Teofilo's neck
and jerked him back into the grave, ripping him from his
boy's embrace. They pulled the crying youth away from his
father as the dirt piled higher and higher on top of him,
until he disappeared into the ground.
'When they finished," said his mother, "you could still hear
him screaming under the ground ..."
Fewer than 400 people live in Dos Rios, in a cluster of
softbrick huts baked by a close, heavy sun. There is no
electricity, not a light bulb in town. A priest comes once a
year to say Mass in the crumbling Roman Catholic church. It
has been months since a police patrol passed through
There is no formal accounting of how many people are killed
in Mexico's rough rural justice every year. But human rights
groups estimate that hundreds have been killed and hundreds
more beaten over the years in punishments meted out beyond
official scrutiny. Barrera said at least 10 people a year
are killed in the region around Dos Rios in a form of local
justice ...
Francisco Estrada Rojas, who teaches at the elementary
school, said the elders ordered Teofilo to he buried alive
to "teach a big lesson".
Estrada said that when the police arrived a day after the
murders, they wanted to dig up the men to see for themselves
what had happened, and to put the two men in separate
graves. But local officials told the police that no one in
town would help them ... There is a widespread belief here
that the officers were paid a bribe forget about the whole
thing.
They didn't arrest anybody," Estrada said. 'Because they
would have had to arrest the whole community."
Kevin Sullivan In the Washington Post March 15
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
TV Personalities
I'm going to see the TVPs.
After all these years.
Last year we heard bad news about
Dan Treacy
Thought he was gone for good,
now he spends time in the public library.
Not the one I work in.
They're gonna play in Kilburn,
There hasn't been gigs there
since the National got turned into
an evangelist church.
Out of all the wonderful songs
that Mr Treacy has written
the one that catches me in the
back of my throat
transports me to some time
in Glasgow in a sunny wind of
memories is The Dream Inspires,
I just have to think of that song in my head
and I can hear the chorus
and I feel this feeling
that they managed to put into that recording.
Very powerful stuff, unbelievable.
When Dan first sings "dreaming spires"
I feel tears well up and just want to abandon
myself.
An all encompassing transcendent emotion.
More than 8 miles high.
"Stand amid the dreaming spires,
see the dream go higher and higher"
After all these years.
Last year we heard bad news about
Dan Treacy
Thought he was gone for good,
now he spends time in the public library.
Not the one I work in.
They're gonna play in Kilburn,
There hasn't been gigs there
since the National got turned into
an evangelist church.
Out of all the wonderful songs
that Mr Treacy has written
the one that catches me in the
back of my throat
transports me to some time
in Glasgow in a sunny wind of
memories is The Dream Inspires,
I just have to think of that song in my head
and I can hear the chorus
and I feel this feeling
that they managed to put into that recording.
Very powerful stuff, unbelievable.
When Dan first sings "dreaming spires"
I feel tears well up and just want to abandon
myself.
An all encompassing transcendent emotion.
More than 8 miles high.
"Stand amid the dreaming spires,
see the dream go higher and higher"
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
my good friends
blessed be the reader
for she shall see in the bean of coffee
the mind that is withering
for who would have thought that kind hearted
sweet bird and badger watcher himself Bill Oddie
would suffer from the black soul apocalypse that is
known as depression.
alas and alack,
sometimes it is the misfortune of those
soul soothers out there to absorb the pain of
others out of the ether.
I'm sure our billy oddie (a goodie mang)
is built of strong absorbent material and
a few splashes of bird shit from on high
won't knock him off the path to glory,.
so I sit and plastic rots and rays collide and
the subtle jelly of my eye lenses residing beneath the protective
cornea are bent and battered and dried out once again.
ah sweet murderous keyboard,
deliver me from nature
deliver me from the ability to exist
deliver me from the right to a life,
for tis my role as the Oddie
to simply abash and abate as the
immensity of the collective human conciousness
with the force of all the Earths oceans
renders me helpless and lost in its confused selfish tides.
I was away for ten days
in sunny Sicily
where the ice creams make all
other ice creams taste like shit until death.
Until death the ordinary pleasure of life
will taste like shit for me,
for I have tasted the worldly ice cream that
is mortal sin.
Shall I never truly be again?
for she shall see in the bean of coffee
the mind that is withering
for who would have thought that kind hearted
sweet bird and badger watcher himself Bill Oddie
would suffer from the black soul apocalypse that is
known as depression.
alas and alack,
sometimes it is the misfortune of those
soul soothers out there to absorb the pain of
others out of the ether.
I'm sure our billy oddie (a goodie mang)
is built of strong absorbent material and
a few splashes of bird shit from on high
won't knock him off the path to glory,.
so I sit and plastic rots and rays collide and
the subtle jelly of my eye lenses residing beneath the protective
cornea are bent and battered and dried out once again.
ah sweet murderous keyboard,
deliver me from nature
deliver me from the ability to exist
deliver me from the right to a life,
for tis my role as the Oddie
to simply abash and abate as the
immensity of the collective human conciousness
with the force of all the Earths oceans
renders me helpless and lost in its confused selfish tides.
I was away for ten days
in sunny Sicily
where the ice creams make all
other ice creams taste like shit until death.
Until death the ordinary pleasure of life
will taste like shit for me,
for I have tasted the worldly ice cream that
is mortal sin.
Shall I never truly be again?
Thursday, September 15, 2005
hello hell o o o o o o o o o oo o o oo o o
yooo hooooooooooo
yoooo hoooooooooooo
sprechen sie Deutsch?
SPrecht deutsch nein oder ja?
nur ein bisschen
nur ein bisschen
donde estan los allemagnes?
yyooooo hooooooo
yoooooo hooooooooooo
vielen dank
feeling dank
turkish bath
are you having?
the painted tiles crack
grout all rusty crusty and
luke warm
getup offa that thing
work infronta the screen
I have a cup of tea
another cup of tea
another flick of the key
and gaze into the scree
tv was never like this
it never took your whole soul in this way
it never felt so bad
it never destroyed the heart so bad
at work at home at night in the day
before after and instead of meals
your routine will die
your routine is anew
follow me follow
down to the hollow
what is here
unshareable everything
Pandora's unbottleable fart
the news the latest
read up comment
describe
show off
but you are the fool
succubi feed off you
the never ending feeding frenzy
and you feel like you suck and drink
and nourish yourself,
but no IT drinks you IT sucks YOU dry.
you are left without the power to be
the one you were before.
Your speed, your vibration
is all altered,
you ain't the same
you ain't the same.
so what are you gonna do?
give it up?
wha wha wha?
nah? no way yr gonna do that.
Anyhow where would my readers be and
hey my page would have no more posts.
So stay around awhile,
but don't be fooled.
This is shortening your life,
as bad as radiation,
you're now a much less interesting person,
even if you feel you know more.
You have experienced less.
THIS is not experience.
*
COIL
yoooo hoooooooooooo
sprechen sie Deutsch?
SPrecht deutsch nein oder ja?
nur ein bisschen
nur ein bisschen
donde estan los allemagnes?
yyooooo hooooooo
yoooooo hooooooooooo
vielen dank
feeling dank
turkish bath
are you having?
the painted tiles crack
grout all rusty crusty and
luke warm
getup offa that thing
work infronta the screen
I have a cup of tea
another cup of tea
another flick of the key
and gaze into the scree
tv was never like this
it never took your whole soul in this way
it never felt so bad
it never destroyed the heart so bad
at work at home at night in the day
before after and instead of meals
your routine will die
your routine is anew
follow me follow
down to the hollow
what is here
unshareable everything
Pandora's unbottleable fart
the news the latest
read up comment
describe
show off
but you are the fool
succubi feed off you
the never ending feeding frenzy
and you feel like you suck and drink
and nourish yourself,
but no IT drinks you IT sucks YOU dry.
you are left without the power to be
the one you were before.
Your speed, your vibration
is all altered,
you ain't the same
you ain't the same.
so what are you gonna do?
give it up?
wha wha wha?
nah? no way yr gonna do that.
Anyhow where would my readers be and
hey my page would have no more posts.
So stay around awhile,
but don't be fooled.
This is shortening your life,
as bad as radiation,
you're now a much less interesting person,
even if you feel you know more.
You have experienced less.
THIS is not experience.
*
COIL
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
years and yaughter
leers and farters
clears a shafter
ray a light
madonnas peach
nightlight gold
wine cellars of dry clay
bays of dark stone shelves
in shadows rest the barrels
the palette is all mango lassied
feelin' nauseous
was that the cricket match,
the emptiness of all within and out me,
or the stale rose wine?
gobbling mints to freshen the tongue,
but the glutinous beige sensation will not be budged,
fooking shite eh?
Where's fookin Uncle Sam when yer need 'im eh?
clears a shafter
ray a light
madonnas peach
nightlight gold
wine cellars of dry clay
bays of dark stone shelves
in shadows rest the barrels
the palette is all mango lassied
feelin' nauseous
was that the cricket match,
the emptiness of all within and out me,
or the stale rose wine?
gobbling mints to freshen the tongue,
but the glutinous beige sensation will not be budged,
fooking shite eh?
Where's fookin Uncle Sam when yer need 'im eh?
Thursday, September 08, 2005
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