Monday, October 25, 2010

From the weird wilds



Anza Borrega shots with some color correx.

Oll Korrex!


FYF Entrance
Originally uploaded by joshsteich
Finally did an edit and a color correction on the set I took at FYF (or FYFest or FYF Fest or Fuck Yeah Fest or whatever they're calling it), and I think they look better cropped and balanced.

Monday Mix!

Monday Mix!

The combination of having an mp3-radio thingy in the kitchen, so I can play music while I wash dishes, and needing random playlists for writing more (I'm writing more, can you tell? Every time there's a new blog entry, I'm slacking off from applying for jobs or writing!) has led me to toss together some stuff. I'll keep putting them up here until I get another job (even if I start selling more writing, that won't cut down on the slacking).

Meant to be listened to on shuffle (so no particular order):


Dur dur—Alex & Les Lézards—Dur Dur single

Things goin' on—Lynyrd Skynyrd—Lynyrd Skynyrd

Love Bones—Johnnie Taylor—Stax-Volt Soul Singles Vol. 2 (68-71)

Cowboy—Jon Spencer Blues Explosion—Orange

Yes My Skin Is Black—Jonny Clarke—Girl I Love You

Humrush—KMD—Mr. Hood

Your heavy dream (won't fly)—Alec Bathgate—Gold Lame

My Friend Joel—Lem Jay—Sonido Uzumaki

Temple of the Mental—Material ft. Killah Priest—Intonarumori

Togetherness—A-frames—2

Hoja De Trebol—Los Grimm—Hoja De Trebol single

Big Science—Laurie Anderson—Big Science

Tell Me—Lesbians on Ecstasy—Tell Me single

Can't Play Around (Larry Levan Mix)—Lace—Atlantic Records (0-89927a)

Dub Revolution (Part 1)—Lee Perry & The Upsetters—Scratch: Lee Scratch Perry Arkology - Reel I

No Limitations—L*Roneous—Imaginarium

Mama Marimba—Jarman, Joseph & Don Moye—Black Paladins

Crippled Child—A Certain Ratio—The Graveyard & The Ballroom

A Vague Sense of Order (Bloody Miles Mix)—Anton Fier—Dreamspeed/Blindlight

You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve—Johnny Boy—You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve single

If you enjoy it, lemme know!

Angry dad confronts abortion protesters


You tell 'em, Aaron. I stutter.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Might be too heavy for Superman to lift

After Meg Whitman's campaign literature has extolled the documentary "Waiting for Superman," and repeatedly slammed Jerry Brown for being in the pockets (or on the strings) of the teacher's union, the NY Review of Books takedown of the movie is worth reading. It's a bit long, but basically skewers the idea that charter schools are a panacea, something that I saw in Michigan back when I was working on the Ann Arbor Guide for SGI. We ended up running a sidebar (now lost to the sands of time) based largely on a couple reports that came out reporting that charter schools were by and large unstable money-sucks with terrible academic records, mired in terrible real estate deals and often tainted by insane religious indoctrination.

Sorry, guys, while public schools are fucked up, charters aren't a magic bullet. And I say this as someone who got lucky enough to go to the alternative schools in Ann Arbor.

I will also take this brief moment to stump for James Herndon's The Way It Spozed To Be and How To Survive In Your Native Land, both great, funny books about teaching and education.

Calbeercitas

This sounds pretty tasty and I would like to remember to try it. That is all.

Proof positive


I have been loving this Proof Positive album. With rhymes from my friend Matt G, and fantastic soulful production, I've been meaning to write up a review for a while. That'll have to wait, because it's too good not to just share it now. It's free too, all you bootleggers out there!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Zuke alorz!

Rachel, from LA, makes zukes with dill.

Alas, when I made 'em, kinda soggy and meh. (Is it weird that I don't want to badmouth bloggers in town, on the off chance I meet them?)

Zucchini remains a generally meh food for me. I made good tacos with them once, and would like to try Rick Bayless's

Digital imperfections



Consumed on Digital Imperfections.

To which I say, don't blame me, man, I shoot a Holga. It's interesting how this movement exists at the same time as the over-saturated hypercontrast images that you see in art shows, like the consumers finally got this hard-on for pictorialism.

For the fellas

Remember, if your girlfriend won't have sex with you because you haven't taken out the trash after telling her you would, That's witchcraft!

We Want a Better World, Mo



Maureen Tucker, drummer for the Velvet Underground, just granted an interview about her political views and her relationship to the Tea Party.

In it, she mostly comes across confused and cynical, railing against "socialism" in nearly the same breath as complaining about the lack of increases in social security.

But she articulates a view that I think is emblematic of a lot of the conservative discourse, and that I think can't be answered by simply snarking on her.

Tucker starts out by saying that the government can't and shouldn't provide all things to all people, which is a fair, if not exactly full, statement to make. She talks about how when she was growing up poor, she didn't have TVs or Levis, a sidelong attack on what she sees as the entitlement of the younger generation.

Part of that can be understood just by noting that she's old, and that this is a complaint made by old people throughout history, that young people don't know how good they have it, that they're decadent and demand more and more. Monty Python riffed on this, as did Dana Carvey. It's a complaint that's been around since Plato, with Socrates declaring that the grasping nature of the young will always corrupt governments from generation to generation.

But to acknowledge that as a complaint, Tucker should also acknowledge that when she was younger, she wanted TVs and Levis. And also that the country is a better place for having enough of a surplus to provide TVs and Levis for the poor (and that's leaving off the fact that when she was young, TVs and Levis were the new hotness; it's not like the majority of welfare recipients have flatscreens). She says she survived, but survival is the barest measure of a society. We're better off with TVs and Levis, and companies that make TVs and jeans are better off for us having them down to the lower income brackets. You can live without them, and maybe should, but most people choose not to and we are better off economically for that.

Tucker then moves on to a litany that's got at its core an ignorance and distrust of government. Which is understandable, given that idealistic Democrats are disappointed with Obama, from his handling of health care to his continued privacy violations and failures on LGBT issues, and that Republicans are livid over attacks on their privilege and have an established media apparatus that's the very definition of sophistry. The Republicans have retreated to the same rhetoric they used to fight against Roosevelt and the New Deal, but Obama's no Roosevelt — there are no fireside chats to reassure the nation — and the American people have, by and large, forgotten that Republicans were wrong about the Great Depression and wrong about the recovery and that their positions remain wrong today.

Progressives are also hobbled by a generally disengaged populace, especially on the part of the poor. The shift toward suburbanization has meant that people are alienated from each other and harder to organize, and the very availability of the TVs Tucker complains about means that more leisure time is spent with entertainment than with organizing for solutions. This isn't a novel statement to make — the California Supreme Court decided in Pruneyard v. Robbins that the modern suburban anomie and alienation required a diminishment of private property rights for the health of democracy. (It goes without saying that property owners detest the decision.)

Rather than trying to explain to Tucker that there's no such thing as a donkey museum, at least not in the US, that the TARP bailouts actually started under Bush, that no one is saying that you can't fly a flag or sing the national anthem, or that many of her other complaints are based on nonsense, misinformation and ignorance, and that taxes for most folks have actually gone down since Obama's taken office, or that you can't decry name-calling in one breath while calling all politicians cheats and liars in the next without being at least a little hypocritical, it's worth making the case (again, I know, it seems to never be enough) that we are working for a more egalitarian and more free country and world.

The health care reform isn't perfect — I would have preferred a public option — but it's a good start, and without an organized, coherent left (which only seems to come from dire crises), it wasn't going to happen. But the health care reform we got despite the best efforts of the insurance lobby will still save billions of dollars and thousands of lives. The banking reform was also a good start, and the bailouts of the auto companies not only saved thousands of jobs, but have now essentially paid for themselves. These were real successes, and there's a real danger in allowing the narrative from the left to be one of dissatisfaction with all things, rather than recognizing the incremental nature of progress.

That's how we beat the Mo Tuckers, by articulating the better world we want and showing real progress toward it. People are scared now, people are scared over their health and money and the changes to their culture, but pretending it's worse now than in the 1970s or 1930s or 1890s or even 1840s is ahistorical nonsense and shows a naive view of history. It's better now, and it's better because some politicians really do want to make things better, and those politicians are the ones who we largely elected in 2008, and we're better for it.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Join in the snack


Album Tacos via John Wyatt

No replicators, huh?

Why the Singularity isn't going to happen from Io9.

Yes, that is John C. Reilly



Drunk History covers Nicolai Tesla.

You know you want it, even if you don't want it



The 15 Most Sexually Suggestive Katy Perry GIFs.

Which, really, you are a sad, sad person if you get off on in any way (because anyone's fetishes that don't line up with mine EXACTLY are pathetic losers who deserve their frustration and loneliness), but I love because I love animated gifs that allow me to stare at them for hours rather than getting more work done.

Also, I should be killing ants and this counts somehow, I'm pretty sure.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Intruder "Death Scenes" 1989 unrated Slasher



Scott Speigel's Intruder, featuring Sam and Ted Raimi.

Also seen in Skinny Puppy's Worlock:

Hose! Hose! Hose that house!

After seeing that fire fighting was included in the Olympics of 1900, and searching for the reputed "full page" of Spaulding Almanac that described it, I found this instead, a Spaulding guide from 1910 that includes then-current records for hopping, sack races, and something called "stone gathering," which I've only been able to find references to either as a set of results and records or as "the now-defunct sport of stone gathering."

But what the hell was it?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Created by a league of extraordinary gentlemen



Parts one, two, and three of why the stories in Echo Bazaar are so enthralling.

The mind makes pictures from points


Constellation Records has been kind/wise enough to start putting nearly all their albums up on the web, streaming, for free. I've been writing a lot lately, and have been enjoying an album that I bought but can't seem to find, the ol' This is Our Punk Rock from Thee Silver Mount Zion Orchestra and Doo-Dah Band or whatever the hell their full name is. I'm a fair-weather fan of a lot of the Constellation stuff, where sprawling post-rock can also mean aimless noodling post-rock (though I bet it's pretty fucking tits live), but this I like, and they're encouraging me to amble my way through their catalog in a way that I would never have done without being able to just play whatever I wanted.

I may even end up buying the album again. Or maybe buying it for someone else. Cheers, Constellation, you win the internet music business!

More tab-closing cruft

Eugene Field's Tribune Primer sent me down the Wikipedia hole.

A reference to a printer playing Pedro for beer money led me to Three-card Brag.

I had no idea what a Herdic was, but it's a kind of cab.

And I don't know how I got to Ptolemy VIII, Land of Punt or The Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor, but they're all fascinating. (Of course, I'm the type of person who can while away an hour reading Indo-Roman Trade Relations.

I'm sure it'll all end up in a tasty stew sooner or later.

One hundred million sunflower seeds


Ai Weiwei's Sunflower Seeds looks positively sumptuous.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Rasberry Bulbs!



Rasberry Bulbs are a Bone Awl side-project and also pretty great.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

"Jesus made God, not Adam and Steve"

I was trying to remember what some earnest skate punk told me down in Long Beach, but couldn't exactly and hoped I'd written it somewhere online. Searching led me to this, which is either sublime parody, mental illness or prodigious stupidity, but hilarious no matter what.

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

No hands!



Bolivian president Evo Morales got gashed in a foul from a member of the opposite political party during an exhibition match.

He then drove a "penalty knee" into the guy's nuts. POW!

Who says soccer is boring?

Monday, October 04, 2010

Ned sed 90s rock

Ned Raggett's Top 136 albums of the '90s.

Raggett, a longtime contributor to AMG, is one of my favorite music writers by far. I don't always agree with him, like I actually enjoy rough and rootsy music and find a lot of the fey utopianism of Britrock embarrassingly naive, but his opinions are always well-considered, illuminating and coherent. He has a very well-articulated aesthetic of what he likes, and where that aligns with mine, I've learned a tremendous amount by reading his writing. Also, he mailed me a couple of Disco Inferno discs and I should probably take him out to dinner here in LA.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

"Bikes" starts with "B," "blue helmets" starts with "B."

This is the Republican candidate for governor in Colorado alleging that bicycles are a threat to the American way of life.

This is the sort of conspiracy theory the Amish would dream up.

Just imagine me shouting "Victoria!" along with Ray Davies



A collection of Victorian documentation for the enterprising and canny.

And a blog from the same.

Hallelujah

David Bazan of Pedro The Lion used to be the only good Christian rocker. Now he's not really Christian.

Music here.

Ride it, link dump!



Amy made the shirt but neither of us wants to actually pay real money for it. It's better to find it at a thrift store and imagine what the person who died in it's life was like.

My friend Malcolm's beats. He was my best bud from, like, fourth grade through middle school — his early claims to fame were that he could play an endless boogie vamp on the piano, and that he could sing in a deep voice, like Clarence "Frogmouth" Henry.

Computer scientists seem to rather miss the point of the philosophical term "Ontology," but it's a neat article nonetheless.

Aedui is the only druid we know by name. And he was likely a total douche.

Marc Augé wrote that book about non-places that I want to read.

When you bringin' the Phrygian Cap back, hipsters?

Stooges Wax Museum.

Hrm. I don't think this is exactly what I want, but maybe I'll want it later. I want an English language catalog of all the works at the first Salon de Refuse. I could muddle through a German one. French does me fuck all. Shame it happened in France.

Dictaphone parcel

The sounds of shipping.

(Please don't let this be a viral FedEx ad.)

Poster art


1880-1918 poster art archive, hi res

More from before

WaPo analyzes Republican platform.

The astute reader

In One: The Republicans claim that they can simultaneously spend more money on inane bullshit like a missile shield and cut taxes for the wealthiest, and that this will magically increase jobs. Their mendacity is matched by their brazenness.

In Two: A professor stumping for these policies makes swift habit of lying for his benefit, and to the detriment of you. His mendacity is…

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Tomorrow - Juba Dance

How many states?

Lost State catches conservatives clueless on number of states.

I guess maybe they count Puerto Rico already?

I think I passed that once

The story of Zzyzxx.

A fellow MetaFilter member also made the film mentioned in the article and sent me a copy. I don't remember it that well, (there was another movie around the same time with a similar name — honest! — and I always get them confused) but I think I still have the DVD around here somewhere.

We don't have to be like they are

Japandroid's Heavenward Grand Prix. That "We don't have to be like they are" is ripped from something else just outside of my memory box.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

So I can find it later without a lot of clicking around.

Advanced archive search.

To live and die a little bit outside LA



America's most dangerous forest is just a couple miles from here.

Just Google It

Making Future Magic

Making Future Magic: iPad light painting from Dentsu London on Vimeo.



My mother often refers to the mechanism of photography as "magic." She knows, at least intellectually, that it's silver halide ions filling their electron shells with photons, but that kind of explanation just doesn't do anything for her. "Magic" fits how she thinks better.

This is a fun little proof-of-concept video for Making Future Magic, who use the iPad to create animated light images. I do wish that they'd branched out a little further from just tossing their logo into different situations, but there's a tremendous potential here for someone who can take this technology and use it in an evocative way. The form recalls hallucinations, spirits, sprites, the whole panoply of late 19th and early 20th century occult experimentation with photography.

It's really quite magical.

He of the creepy Nanocomics

Rustin's creepy/funny "Bromance."

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Mister Band


Goddamn, I love some Achewood

Ten More Ways To Die In Canada

Posted by Corbin in "Travel Tips," Ten Ways To Die In Canada is a decent, if lackluster, start.

Bears? Sure. Rattlesnakes? Maybe… West Nile Virus? Aren't we pushing this a bit just to make ten?

Ten more ways to die in Canada:

1) Hockey fight.

Likely a pick-up game where the lone Wings fan keeps riding the lone Habs fan about the Richard Riots and gets shirted. To avoid this, you must concede that the last Wings season was pretty disappointing and that Guy Lafleur might be able to take Yzerman.

2) Drunk on mickeys and two-fors.

Chasing Alberta rye with Moosehead seems like a quaint local custom, but then you're being wheeled out of some basement in Surrey and dumped in the Serpentine Fen. It's like, whoa, slow down der den.

3) Brained with a Juno.

They're like the Canadian Grammy's, thus guaranteeing that the only place you will ever run the risk of an irate wife driving the glass head of the Tragically Hip's Junie (or whatever they call them) into your temple is Canada.

4) Ennui

Looking out over the plains of south Ontario just, you know, gets to you, especially in February, when you haven't seen the sun in months and everything is just gray…

5) Trapped on a burning bus with William Shatner, Michael J. Fox, Paul Shaffer and Ryan Reynolds.

This one pretty much explains itself, but it's one of the best reasons to avoid public transit while in Canada.

6) Contaminated homemade poutine.

Spoiled turkey gravy kills more people than scurvy in Canada, especially when ladled from an uncovered can left out on the counter. While it's often so cold that you have to wear three sweaters indoors, this is not a food safe temperature.

7) Killed for tire money.

Canadians are so confused by their looneys and their tooneys and their throonies and their foonies that they've retreated to the only common currency: Canadian Tire Money (CTM). Avoid being jacked by violent criminals that stray over the border from America at will, simply by keeping your CTM on a card or in convenient tire form.

8) Gored at a rodeo.

For some reason, Alberta has these huge rodeos that are full of ways to die, which you might as well, being at a rodeo in Alberta.

9) Choke to death on Timbits.

There's a dutchie Timbit lodged in your throat, and you're slapping the table, knocking over the other 17 from your pity pack onto the floor, and everyone's just politely ignoring you. They know you are an American, and thus not allowed to be helped by their socialist Heimlich maneuver.

10) In French.

Zut allors! Je suis mort! Au Québec!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Kibitz a bit

Canter's inspires font; Canter's finds font; Font designer wraps truck.

Couple of cool things in this, like finding out who actually makes the gourmet food trucks around town, as well as a pretty cool font.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Yo dog Greg Nog



On prompting from The Whelk, Greg Nog battered two slices of cheese, then used those as bread in a grilled-chese-cheese-cheese sandwich. While it's too much dairy for me personally, this is the type of attitude that gets science done, and I salute it.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Six months on a leaky boat

Bruise Cruise Launch! from BRUISE CRUISE FEST on Vimeo.



On the one hand, I totally want this—the idea of cruising around, listening to sweet-ass rock bands, and enjoying the Bahamas in winter (even if it'll still be pretty balmy here in LA). On the other hand, fuck this "In order to create a highly coveted experience" elitist bullshit. It just goes to underline the fact that the majority of indie rock is created by the privileged for the privileged. I know it may not be feasible to have a cheap cruise or many cruises so that anyone who wants to go could, but still, this language of exclusivity and elitism pisses me off.

If this is Hobbes, what's Rousseau?

Chris Thorne writes about how fast zombies subvert the horror paradigm.

Not Mythical



Someday, I will own this, preferably on a t-shirt.

OH NO ITS THE TOKEMONSTER



Comin' to smoke you up!

More fun vinyl weirdness from Cousin's Vinyl.

What Brown has done to them

I clicked on a Google Ad asking me to help stop the "Brown Bailout". I'd never heard of it, and I assumed it was something that Scott Brown (R-Mass.) was pushing.

Actually, it's an astroturf campaign run by FedEx, over changes to labor law in the FAA re-authorization bill. I scoured the site, but I couldn't find out anything about what the bill would actually do, except, you know, be good for UPS and bad for FedEx. It'd theoretically take away the ability of FedEx to provide reliable air service for packages, which does sound bad. It relies repeatedly on descriptions of FedEx and UPS as wholly different, and includes things like unsourced quotes labeling UPS the “biggest giver to U.S. lawmakers,” which seemed pretty fishy. Call your legislators?

No, not really. What the bill would actually do is shift FedEx ground employees to the labor regulations used for all other ground employees save railways, making them able to discourage local organizing—the RLA explicitly requires national votes. That's pretty far afield from the "Brown Bailout" claims:
Since the company’s founding in 1971, FedEx has worked hard to be a great place to work and build a career, as thousands and thousands have done, and some FedEx Express employees have chosen to be represented by a union, others haven’t. Unionization is still a matter of personal choice in America. Most FedEx employees like our existing partnership and open-door relationship, and want to keep things as they are. Under current rules that apply to both UPS and FedEx, employees can choose to join a union and unionized employees can leave their union based on the majority decision of the workforce. That’s America. So it’s clear that the labor argument is only a smokescreen for UPS’ true worries.


It's no secret that FedEx and most corporations are anti-union (to be fair, it's no real secret that I'm generally pro-union). But that's a pretty slick gloss on the systems that make union organizing possible. And the consistent drumbeat from FedEx is that they're entirely different in form than UPS (because UPS is slow and trucks and yucky and FedEx is fast and planes and awesome), but given the BusinessWeek article (hardly from a liberal source), the FAA Reauthorization Act wouldn't apply to people like pilots, but rather workers in local depots and trucks. Which are, sorry to say, exactly like the trucks and depots that UPS runs, though in a kickier color scheme.

So, I'm off to write my legislators (something I can do lying here on the ground with a bad back), asking them to ignore FedEx and their astroturfing and to broaden the protections for the American worker. I'm doing this for two reasons: first, I don't think that a 1927 law forced through by railroad barons should be the default for labor in America, and second, I really hate misrepresentation and faux-populist smear jobs, and I'm afraid that my legislators don't have the time or inclination to distinguish real concerns from sculpted, well, brown.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Trenchcoat robbers

The wistful story of the two robbers who pulled off the biggest heist in US history.

Where my grant money at?



On one wall of an otherwise bare white room, a mounted speaker plays Prince's "Soft and Wet." Diametrically opposed, a synchronized speaker plays MC Hammer's "She's Soft and Wet." Visitors are instructed by placard to stick a pin/pom-pom/tassel on the floor or wall where they feel the mix of sound best describes their irony preference. A whiteboard will be provided so visitors can clarify their positioning.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Really, my blog is just how I remember to close tabs in my browser

Andrew WK's wife, Cherie Lily, has "invented" Houserobics. If Lily weren't obviously a different person from WK, I'd suspect this of being his ironic conceptual counterpart to WK's presentations of masculinity in rock, with the same values being funneled into a presentation of femininity in dance music. As it stands, they seem lucky to have found each other. Wish 'em the best.

For the Time Travel Blog I am now rapidly discarding ideas for (luckily, it's a group thing, so my stupidity and laziness won't inherently be fatal), this looks invaluable—a way to overlay historical maps over google's current ones. Crazy geo-cool.

And this Youtube search is how I've been reliving the weekend while I moan on the ground with back pain. If it hurts to much to really sleep, maybe Sleep's doom-metal stylings can numb me into a restful coma.

Low fiber foods?

Got a pal who needs food brought, but low-fiber food, which is, come to find out, about the opposite of how I eat.

We're thinking mac and cheese or potato soup or… uh, some kinda goddamn quiche thing. At least I know she won't look on with horror when I suggest that maybe, just maybe, beer for calories and gin for vitamins is a balanced diet.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

I learned a word

Litfaßsäulen. I stayed home from work because my back was sore, but I learned what they call those columns on the quad, for reals.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The party

"If there are kids there, they can touch the wires in my arm for a quarter. That's how I'll make people like me."
"I hope there aren't any kids there. We'll have to smoke pot in another room, like derelicts."
"'No, kids, we're just going off into the other room to have a circle jerk. It's an adult thing, you wouldn't like it.'"
"'That's why we'll all be laughing and there will be a towel under the door.'"
"'No, kids, you can't come with. We're all going into the room to cry.'"
""Yeah, cry over our lost innocence. You wouldn't understand.'"

With honey, obvs!



Wait 'til I tell her that the rule of being a fly hunter is that you have to eat what you catch.

Bike Cookin'; Farmers Market and back!

So, after getting up on my bike last weekend, found out that my rear wheel was bent. OH NO! BIKE FUCKED?

Yesterday, rode it down to the Bike Kitchen, met some volunteer named Matt who was really cool and shepherded me through replacing two spokes, then doing some general maintenance. I I cleaned my chain, fixed my derailleur and my brakes (too loose, I found out, since I couldn't really get a feel for how they reacted without riding), then found similar enough tools at home to fix them again. I gotta figure out how to actually reconnect my saddle cable, but as the quick release hasn't been opened in years, and takes more than my casual weight to move the little lever, I'm not as worried. Still, Amanda did get her seat stolen out here… 

Today, rode the bike down to the farmers' market on Hollywood and Ivar. Three point eight miles each way, but totally doable. Do need to figure out a way to balance my backpack better because it was totally wonky on my back.

Also, word-nerds? Can I get a ruling on punctuatin' the farmer's/farmers/farmers' market? Attorneys general, right? So, if they owned something, attorneys' general? Or attorneys general's? None of it looks right. Don't get high and edit, I guess.

Friday, August 27, 2010

The reason I can't trust Google

It's always good to remind yourself that the internet is fallible.

I'm pretty sure that George Washfington University doesn't exist.

At least, not yet.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

COUGAR SHARKS!

The mix.

So, Brodie's always driving me around, and he's got this New Wave Bowie fixation, though he doesn't know it. He's always got The National on, or some other band that sounds like "Let's Dance." And because I'm a goddamn nerd who can't keep his mouth shut, I'm all like, "You might like the Comsat Angels."

Anyway, I made this mix for him. I enjoy it, it's pretty good. It's a lot of stuff that I like but don't listen to all that often on here, plus Sparks, who I try to work into every conversation. "You also feel pants-Angst? The Sparks happen to have a very lovely tune about that."

It's got the playlist in there, but here it is again (also with the times).

Troubled Son 2:50 Businessmen & Ghosts Working For A Nuclear Free City
Rollercoaster 7:50 Sound Of Confusion Spacemen 3
(Do The) Empty House 3:31 Sleep No More Comsat Angels
Heat-Fire 3:28 Me And You Cherry Red Vampire Hands
07 Never Turn Your Back on Mother … 2:28 Propaganda Sparks
The Affectionate Punch 4:20 The Affectionate Punch The Associates
Swing 6:24 Gentlemen Take Polaroids Japan
Man Who Dies Every Day 4:13 Ha! Ha! Ha! Ultravox
dolly mixture - new look baby 2:05 Baby, It's You Dolly Mixture
4_He's_On_Drugs_Again 4:26 Presents Sardina
mess up your hair 4:49 Workout Holiday White Denim
High Numbers 4:51 Sangre Libre Viva L'American Death Ray Music
zombie love 3:06 the gift of music the jazz butcher
S.P.Q.R. 3:29 Deceit This Heat
If JFA Were Still Together 4:44 Sans Muscles Majesty Crush
Souvlaki Space Station 5:59 Souvlaki Slowdive

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Kidneys, man, kidneys

I made absolutely fantastic kidney beans on Saturday for Annette, Chris, Carson, Amy and myself, and I keep talking about them, in part because they were just bafflingly good, and in part because the dish was mostly improv and with ADD, either you keep it in the front of the mind or you lose it.

I was serving them with a crunchy kale/dandelion greens saute under the idea that collards and beans were pretty tasty and why not? We'd made chard or kale and paired it with boil-in-a-bag Indian before, so that was what I was thinking of. Some panchejeon (sp? Korean pancakes) and pow, crazy world food.

2 big cans Kidney Beans (Trader Joe size, y'all know it. Hold on to the cans).

Two medium yellow onions
1/2 tsp. cumin seeds, ground
1/4 tsp. yellow mustard seed ground
1/4 tsp. tumeric
dash brown sugar
one whole dry New Mexico chile, chopped
pinch Korean red pepper flakes
Bay leaf

Saute onions with bay leaf, cumin, mustard, add rinsed beans. Add tumeric, 1/4 can water, let cook off. Add chile, repeat water. Add sugar, Korean pepper flakes, repeat water. Serve moderately wet.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Red, the blood of angry men!



Trichromie uses RGB filters on three B/W images, then runs them through a software overlay to create a composite color image.

Back on the bike!




Got a new helmet and tooled around!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Misogyny? In my comics?



The new Scott Pilgrim movie opened near me, and I was trying to get Amy to see it. Sorry, she says, looks too misogynist. I take a moment to think about the plot—a guy wins his girlfriend by defeating her seven exes—and went, Hmm, yeah, I can see that. I think I heard that the comic book dealt with that well, but her point of not wanting to pay $9.25 to find out whether the movie did was pretty convincing.

I googled around some, and it looks like Amy's right. Probably not gonna see it.

Maybe I should just buy the book. I remember liking the issues I read, and that a pal of mine had a t-shirt with Pilgrim on it, but that's about it (so it's probably time for a reread).

Then again… Debbie Schlussel somehow makes me want to really see not only Scott Pilgrim, but also The Expendables and Eat, Pray, Love, though I'm not sure whether the four Marxes EPL gets makes it better or worse than the three Marxes for Scott Pilgrim. (I'm also confused as to why she uses all Karls—I'd love to see a movie rated Groucho, Chico, Harpo or even three and a half Zeppos).

Stolen from MeFi comments again

Do Prop 8 proponents have standing to appeal?

Signs point to no, which is kind of a shame, because an appeal and loss from the chuckleheads behind 8 would be a huge win for same-sex marriage.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Mmm… Savory

Carson wanted a savory drink the other night, and given the ever-eclectic cabinet I keep, I decided to play off of the Sazerac recipe.

A Savory Carson:

1/4 oz. Absinthe
1 1/2 oz. Gin
Dash Angostura bitters
Splash Cointreau.

Tasty stuff, the citrus and liquorish plays well together.

Ninjas and zombies!



White Ninja's Zombie Town.

Baseline shifting

Baseline shifting: Property and the Statutory Licence is a nice mini-essay on how real property is already intellectual property and the consequences thereof.

Friday, August 06, 2010

I can't hear CSA without thinking Jefferson Davis

We got our first CSA share today. Along with the BEST MELON EVER, we got a buncha hippy produce that we have limited repertoires with.

Fuck I know from golden beets.

We got 'em.

We also got: Collard greens, dandelion greens, yellow beans and rainbow chard.

The greens, usually we saute them, either going with chiles or nutmeg as dominant spice. But I dunno if that'll work for dandelion.

Ideas?

(I should probably cross-post this to a contentious MeTa thread).

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Progressive Campaigns Inc.

Progressive Campaigns Inc. or Progressive Hucksters?

An old article that I had to find using the wayback machine. I have a feeling that Grassroots Campaigns is similar, though not obviously as shady. Oh, moral clarity, where are you?