I recently stumbled across the “Musically Oblivious Eighth-Grader” meme. The top picture on that entry in Know Your Meme is this:
This pleaseth me mightily. Listening for the line “I listen to everything except country and rap” has always been my favorite way to weed out potential dating material, because as far as I can tell, it translates to this: (Continued)
After four flights and two check-ins, my final leg of travel in nine days finally confronted me with a millimeter-wave scanner. At Detroit, every passenger who had put their bag on the scanner was waved into the line for the millimeter-wave scanner (and, I should note, this meant we did not go through the metal detectors.) Passenger after passenger went into the booth and put their hands on their heads. I opted out.
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As I’ve been following the movement to resist the use of backscatter scanners at airports, and people are being encouraged to report their experiences to the ACLU as well as the general public, I thought I should report my experience with the TSA this morning:
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Hi everybody! We are YMO, from Tokyo, Japan! Now, Tighten Up was very popular in Houston, Texas? With Archie Bell, and the Drells? Now, tighten up! Takahashi! Sakamoto! Yo La Tengo! Lynda Barry! Come on, everybody! Sock it to me, Sakamoto! JAPANESE GENTLEMEN, STAND UP PLEASE!
I stumbled across the most amazing costume site. (yes “stumbled” closeted furry tendencies hushed up shhh SHUT IT YOU) It would appear that somewhere in China, a factory owner discovered the lucrative nature of cosplay and its related arts in the furry fandom, and began to belabor his poorly-paid workers into cranking out a ludicrous array of animal costumes (along with some Japanese fetish wear that is better left unlinked-to). I give you: COSPLAYGATE. (Someone has apparently planned their branding for the future day on which Obama is discovered to be dressing as a loli on his days off?)
The Kinky Bird
Kinky Sea Monster (The site is filled with outfits bearing strategically-placed zippers, but these do not appear to be that kind of “kinky”)
Obediently Tiger
Round Mouth Bear (also violates truth-in-advertising laws somewhere)
Etiquette Bear
Skirt Blame Bear (Good, because we can’t have the bear blaming the skirt, that just perpetuates victimization?)
Pink Ear Polar Bear (Continued)
Last Sunday was moving day.
I should describe my new apartment before I explain what happened. My new place is in a building where I lived for the past two years in another unit. The building is excellent: renovated in 2008, no roaches, no bedbugs, laundry on premises, elevators, a guy who sits in the lobby for evening security, and a super who is highly attentive. The unit itself is, in the words of the super, “chulo” (sweet). Third floor, interesting and not-too-annoying layout, excellent amount of sky view. The tawny brick of the building and the brand new bamboo floors combine with the excellent amount of western and southern sunlight to reflect, giving the apartment’s interior pink and golden hues.
Let’s just keep that lovely image in mind as I describe how Sunday went down.
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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.