Russell Hoban (Riddley Walker author)’s son Wieland is one year younger than me, is a composer famous in his own right (though I suspect he writes music which is hard to listen to), and has written an article about phone ringtones which references that goddamn Theodor Adorno piece about jazz which makes everyone hate Adorno?
Or did you know that the Muppet special Emmett Otter’s Jug Band Christmas was also based on a book by Hoban?
You didn’t know, but Wikipedia did. Yay Wikipedia!
Also: How many degrees of separation between Russell Hoban and Espen Aarseth on Wikipedia? Two counting the Riddley Walker page, but there’s no indication Aarseth is aware of the novel. I wonder who’s aware of both Riddley Walker and Espen Aarseth? I can’t figure it out from the Wikipedia history page.
Why did this suddenly come up? I’m not far from Canterbury, that’s why.
And now, back to something that was doubtless less obscure to you than this blog post. (Go ahead. No, really.)
Precious Roommate made me a tasty drink of his own invention tonight. It involves more alcohol than juice, which is less my style, but it is a complicated drink and involves Hendricks’ Gin, the only kind of gin I ever want to drink from here on. I commented that the sage makes it taste like the San Gabriels. Hence the name. (I’m flattered he let me name it.)
So I haven’t written in forever, and that’s for various reasons not the least of which is that I forgot the URL to my effing blog again (LOSE.) But I thought I should indicate to all concerned that some really excellent pictures of me were taken at a pre-Burning Man party. There’s a whole bunch with light sabers — that’s me on the right, and I provided the blacklight paint causing that guy’s face to glow. (It got kind of sick, actually — the possibility of groovy light effects pulled a raft of photographers, and as they stood there clicking away at us I got uncomfortable, thinking both of DeLillo’s “world’s most photographed barn” and of the time at a protest when there were nearly more photographers than there were police.)
Then there was our Photoboof strip. That’s Precious Roommate on the left, his gal Laura on the right.
And the best photo, as it happens, was chosen by Laughing Squid to lead their wrap-up. Dad and Jon Brier, you must check out that photo! It involves steam-powered vehicles.
Am still enjoying myself but as it happens am looking for employment at the end of this month. Any leads?
I had been about to post a number of theorist lolmemes I found by accident at KSCakes’s lolcat builder, but as it turns out someone beat me to it. There are some missing, though: people (including myself) were doing some on Chomsky (dammit I lost mine!), Henry Jenkins, and McLuhan; and there are some Feynman ones that didn’t get in either, though he’s been kind of done to death. Look for the Freud and Buddhist ones; they’re so cheap, but so satisfying. So many of these theorists brought this on themselves 
I bet these would make good teaching aids in a low-level theory class…
ALSO: See LOLHistory.
O hai,
As you can see, I’ve made some changes. Kellan and a couple of other people kept telling me the last layout was really hard to read, and they were absolutely right; I forgot and broke the cardinal rule NOBODY EVER SCROLLS DOWN. It’s not you, it’s not me, it’s natural baby just go with it. Hence it’s back to a more traditional descending-chronological single-column format.
At the moment, the best way to see EVERY new post is to follow the Archives page, or else subscribe to my RSS; click on the disco sausage icon in the new navigation bar at the top of the screen for the archives page. Otherwise you can just follow academic posts (buck-and-wing sausage), more personal/informal essays (flamenco sausage), or ephemera from my Internet curation (breakdancing sausage).
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So I’ve been cruising around looking for signs of good ol’ Bellis Music Camp on the web for what has got to be ages now, and the pickings have been slim. But thank god for the way Web 2.0 has smashed down the barriers to entry — looks like someone (Richard Meyer’s daughters? is it really them? names seem right) has started a Bellis group on Facebook, and one of the kiddos who’s gonna be a counselor this year posted a link to a newish Official Bellis Website. NexactlySFW as it starts a goddamn SOUND FILE on load — jesus people this is THE AUGHTS — but that sound file is Wildwood Flower, and it sounds like it’s played by a bunch of campers. Awwwwww.
Just in case you didn’t know. I mean, we all knew Patrick Stewart was cool. But from a political perspective, he’s very, very cool.
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Today’s link is a British science-TV spoof Look Around You, which has been archived lovingly by fans on YouTube. Their show on video games is particularly funny. In a world where loud, fast Will Farrell comedies are produced at an apparent rate of one a month, finding a show whose timing is so completely different — intentionally calculated to mimic 70s news magazines — is really refreshing.
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and we’re all doomed. DOOMED to never finish anything ever again. DOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!
Just about the last thing I ever thought would happen to me was being mentioned in some Michael-Musto-like celebrity party wrap-up article, but somehow the unthinkable has happened… San Francisco is a strange place where the fabric of social networks warps and the fact that I can operate a computer puts me a degree or two closer to the limelight.
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