yes, it’s the song about dildoes

the dildo song

now THAT’s useful

the weekly world news have a break­ing news rss feed: http://interglacial.com/rss/weekly_world_news.rss

this is why i stopped reading the paper

when calvin + hobbes went bye-bye in the end of 1995, i kinda stopped pay­ing atten­tion to news­pa­pers and the news and so on. i didn’t really see the point in it any­more, as the most intel­li­gent and engag­ing part of the paper was gone (the far side had already left at the begin­ning of the same year). appar­ently it is the 10-year anniver­sary of its depar­ture this week… this slate slideshow is a good tribute.

http://www.slate.com/id/2129373/fr/rss/

to this day, the last strip always gives me a cou­ple of goose­bumps and a warm, bit­ter­sweet feeling.

luomo, vladislav delay, and i

(i can keep this brief because there’s prob­a­bly about three peo­ple on my friends list that would give a damn)

date­line: last sat­ur­day night
place: rothko (a trendy “under­ground” club)
live: luomo

this was yet another of the best elec­tronic live sets i’ve ever seen. every­thing was excel­lent — sound, per­for­mance, crowd, etc. great for the danc­ing. high­light of the set was a luomo-style remix of jacko’s “beat it”. yeah! it worked, it was awe­some. the bassline was amaz­ing. the vocals were all chopped-up and skit­ter­ing about like you’d expect from luomo. high­light two was going from a blis­ter­ing ver­sion of “tes­sio” into “what good”. “tes­sio” had the intense bassline of the moon­boot­ica remix and lots of the acoustic gui­tar, and “what good” went back and forth between the spo­ken male vocal sec­tion and the big chord-y DROP into the female vocal cho­rus. amazing.

date line: last night
place: rothko (a trendy “under­ground” club)
live: vladislav delay

not as good as luomo, but it’s the kind of mate­r­ial that doesn’t play as well live. it sounded like anima with a lot more environmental-ambiance: i.e. ping pong, things being dropped, doors slam­ming, creak­ing of chairs, some kind of metal­lic scrap­ing. heavy on the dub delay stylee. the pads were thick and gor­geous, the bass res­o­nant and rolling, the per­cus­sion ran­dom and off-kilter. it was vladislav delay.

i’m glad i got to end this nyc adven­ture with two amaz­ing shows.

how to get kenny loggins into the rock’n’roll hall of fame

high­way to the dan­ger zone

don’t look at this before a meal…or after, for that matter

steve, don’t eat it!

the way things work

y’see, the thing about death is, is that it’s not uni­ver­sal. it may be the great equaliser, but it is by no means uni­ver­sal. if some­one close to you dies, and you walk down the street, you see peo­ple going about their daily rou­tines and you won­der how they can do it. don’t they under­stand? don’t they know? of course they don’t know. so you won­der, if i walk up to one of these peo­ple, and grab them, and shake them, and say, “what’s wrong with you? don’t you know chris died? don’t you care?” they won’t, and they don’t. and why should they? they’re not your friends, they’re not fam­ily, they’re just peo­ple like you, but, in this case, not like you. so you look back on your life, and think about the times some­one you know has had some­one close to them die, and you attempted to show sym­pa­thy. maybe you hon­estly felt bad for this per­son, maybe you didn’t. at any rate, it’s not the same. we all might be the same, and we all end up the same way, but when we die, the peo­ple who sur­round the one who was lost are dif­fer­ent than every­one else on the planet at that instant. and that’s what makes death so hard to han­dle - at the time when you feel clos­est to human­ity, when you are under­go­ing the one thing we all will expe­ri­ence, you’re dif­fer­ent because of what you’ve lost, and nobody can change that.

good­bye chris, , bizza, my dear dear friend. you were nearer and dearer to me than i imag­ined, and i am quite lucky for hav­ing had you in my life for five years. you lived a full life, and while it was cut short in an unkind fash­ion (is there any other way?), you should feel good about all the peo­ple you touched and made happy. you were truly one of the most humane and kind souls on the planet (and that’s not just post-mortem hyper­bole). i’m glad you’re with your father again, as i know how much he meant to you and how much you missed him. and, you’re still with me, with us, those you’ve left behind. you will remain unforgettable.

song of the day


ajam lives in the steppe
he loves the rolling hills
the warm dry winds
but his wife’s love touches
his heart the most
her grace sur­passes even
the bright­ness of the stars
her gen­tle voice soothes his mind

pure love

then came the sad day
rid­ers raped his wife
he lost his face
the elders decided
that she must go
through tear­full eyes
he watched her leave
should i renounce my pride
and fol­low her into death
he decides and never smiles again

adam lives in a big town
he loves his job
his car and his life-style
but most of all he loves his wife
her end­less energy
her beauty her wit and charm

then came the sad day
her test was pos­i­tive
he watched her lose her strength
he decides to can­cel his job
for the rest of her life
he’ll stay by her side
when the end came
he held her hand
and he told her that he always loved her and always will

i love you too

canada, on the cutting edge of legal defence

penis size used as defence in trial

this is pretty effin’ sweet

http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=7794&display=photoshop#entries

my, a long link. well, just to give you an idea of what you’d be look­ing at -

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