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Today’s link is a British science-TV spoof Look Around You, which has been archived lovingly by fans on YouTube.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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I neglected to note that I posted all my (camera, not cel phone) pictures from Thanksgiving through Christmas over on Flickr, including the rather bizarre details of picking out our Christmas tree among bears and angry turkeys. Please to visit!
Google Ads has now officially earned its keep, in my opinion. It’s now delivering me 100% more certified, pure-grade crazy than Memepool does, straight to the links by my mail. Witness: The Internet Band, an all-initial-caps proposition made by a 42-year-old who has been writing and not producing songs for two decades, and now wants 24-to-26-year-olds to sing them for him, because “Songwriters Are Like Athletes, When They Hit Like 35-38 Years Old. They Lose Their Songwriting Ability. They Really Can’t Write Great Anymore. If, It Is Something Good, Its Just A Ballad.[…] When You Email Me, You Gotta Tell Me Everything You Can And Can’t Do Concerning Music. If You Are Married Or Have Children. Sorry, There’s No Chance With This Project.”
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Saturday, December 30, 2006
So by now probably everyone who’s paying some attention knows or has seen the videos of young girls grinding on YouTube for attention… but have you found the girl performing for a f00t fet!sh!st? I find myself feeling some concern for the gal in the video — she sounds awful young — but then, that’s doubtless part of the appeal, and it sounds like she’s old hat at this business. All I wonder is where she found him… particularly if it was before the advent of YouTube. This suggests the outline of a story.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
As y’all know, I do love me some of the serendipitous things which show up in Google Ads next to my Gmail account. Attached to a note from an educator friend in Australia was an ad for motivational speakers for school assemblies. Thought about those lately? Me neither, but the Internet has them, and I thought they were worth a quick review.
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