January 31, 2003

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Posted by dean at 03:17 PM

January 30, 2003

TCS, Page 43.

"When god wants to reward a man, she first deprives him of all his reason."

Posted by dean at 11:39 PM

70% of Chinese Teenagers Get Their Sex Info From Pornography.

Mosquitos.
Judas Priest.
10" vaginas.

Posted by dean at 09:19 PM

Micro-Reviews (Reloaded).

CDs
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis

Postmodern folk-jazz post-rock without
the rock. Talk Talk's genius goes very
very quiet.

by Paul Harrison
Word Of Mouth

Posted by dean at 08:06 PM

Search Engine Query Of January 2003.

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Posted by dean at 02:54 PM

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    Posted by dean at 01:46 PM

    January 29, 2003

    Neu! Telescope.

    The world's first neutrino telescope is up and running, UCI scientists say.

    The detector, a massive array of light-sensitive globes buried in the crystal clear Antarctic ice, has had its first test run, Barwick reported in a scientific paper last week.

    For scientists, it will be like switching from grainy black-and-white television with rabbit ear antennas to a crisp Sony Trinitron with cable.

    They could watch the births or the death throes of stars as if they were happening next door.

    A continual rain of microscopic black holes in our atmosphere.

    It would be solid proof of the existence of other dimensions. That would mean that gravity is actually a strong force, as strong as the others, but a shadow of itself when measured only in our familiar set of four dimensions.

    The rest of it could be "leaking" into the other dimensions.
    Orange County Register

    Posted by dean at 11:57 PM

    Calculated The Distortions Of The Day On A Blackboard.

    Posted by dean at 07:11 PM

    Rodney Partridge.

    The guys were about four inches tall and wore short pants, green jackets, and pointed caps. For half an hour they had been parading around on top of the curtain rod, making obscene gestures and throwing multicolored caterpillars onto Rodney's bed. When he was asked to subtract seven from 100, he responded: "Ah, 93 ... 80 ... um ... there's a purple one."

    Posted by dean at 01:55 PM

    January 28, 2003

    Man, The Manipulator.

    Today, right now, the government can search your home without telling you, and without a warrant.

    Today, the government can find out what you've read at the library and what you've bought at the bookstore, again without a warrant.

    Today, the government can arrest the local librarian for telling you the government asked about your reading habits.

    Today, the government can listen in on conversations between you and your attorney and use the information against you.

    Today, the government can declare an emergency and forcefully vaccinate you and your family, without exception, using both approved and experimental drugs. And if you, as a civilian, get sick from the shots, as thousands of Gulf War veterans did, you won't have any legal recourse.
    AlterNet

    Posted by dean at 08:47 AM

    January 27, 2003

    MS, Page 253.

    "Memory has replaced history -- and this is not bad news. On the contrary, it's excellent news because it means we're no longer doomed to repeat our mistakes; we can edit ourselves as we go along, like an on-screen document. The transition from history at the center to memory on the periphery may prove to be initially bumpy as people shed their intellectual inertia on the issue, but the transition is an inevitability, and thank heavens we have changed the nature of change itself -- the prospect of cyclical wars and darks ages and golden ages has never particularly appealed to me."

    Posted by dean at 08:12 PM

    We Have Really Smart People Who Are Always Thinking Up Totally Cool Shit.

    We have a meeting room with a big, round, expensive table. When you hire us to do something, we spend lots of time sitting around the table having meetings.

    Sometimes, at the meetings, we'll roll up our sleeves like they did in that Century21 commercial, to make it look like we're professional, but still hard-working, and when someone has an idea, the rest of us look at him or her with serious expressions and write stuff down on paper. Unless it's hot and we're wearing short-sleeve shirts. Then there's really nothing to roll up. But we still write stuff on paper anyway.

    Posted by dean at 02:20 PM

    January 26, 2003

    Brains/Refrigerator.

    Posted by dean at 08:19 PM

    Pornography & Punk.

    I'm patiently holding a metal circular light fixture, extending my arm to position it just only a few feet above a naked, young woman. The blue light emanating from the bulb slightly illuminates the pronounced tattoos on the pale, unclothed body. The photographer instructs my movements; he paces the area with a small digital camera, calculatingly, artfully striving for the best light and presentation of the female subject. The feelings of all involved are jovial, mocking the postures deemed vital to conventional pornography. Absent are the stereotypical porno features; the shoot was devoid of cowboy hats, mustaches, and any sexist banter. However, despite the lack of said stereotypes, there was still much need for close-ups of the female genitalia.
    Get Underground

    Posted by dean at 01:10 AM

    January 25, 2003

    Trillian's Rhyme.

    Simple: (h)
    Simple: X'D
    Simple: (monkey)
    Simple: (tired)
    Simple: (sick)
    Simple: :-U(cowboy)(g).

    Posted by dean at 01:46 AM

    January 24, 2003

    Post-Britpop Near-Obscurity.

    "Did i ever tell you how ravishing you looked that night in the italian restuarant just off stokes croft when we all drank far too much wine? No? That was cos you didn't. You vain tart."

    Posted by dean at 07:15 PM

    MS, Page 124.

    "Never think of money in terms of numbers. Only think of money in terms of other things. For example: two weeks of bug-checking equals a Y-class ticket to Boston. That sort of thing. If you think of money simply as numbers then you're doomed."

    Posted by dean at 03:39 PM

    January 23, 2003

    Miles Drentell : The Animated Series.

    Posted by dean at 11:43 PM

    Life Cage.

    "The chief black eunuch, the sultan's personal representative in administration of the Harem and other important affairs of state, was the third-most powerful official in the empire, after the grand vizier and the supreme Islamic judge."

    Posted by dean at 04:01 PM

    Battle Of Hoth By Ken Burns.

    Exactly what it is.

    Posted by dean at 02:30 PM

    January 22, 2003

    Attitudes Night.

    "It's not a question I have for them. Rather, it's a bunch of mystical
    events and experiences that I've had happen to me throughout my life,
    even before I came into the world, and which seem to (strangely) fit
    together with certain people and (objective) materials so as to highly
    indicate that there's a certain satanic conspiracy going on under
    everyone's noses!

    It's been my desire to piece together this puzzle for someone that
    has lots of personal integrity (because my life goes on the line each
    time I name the names...) and whom has some degree of financial wherewithal
    (because part of my desire is to conduct a certain little experiement...that
    if done correctly, will embolden my credibility, especially with respect
    to those things I claim to have been witness to but lack objective
    proof or evidence to lend support).

    It's all very strange and complicated to say the least. If I wasn't
    saddled with having to work a full-time job that drains my energy,
    I'd write it all out in book form if necessary. And yet, because I'm
    at my wits end to even get so much as one person to take me seriously,
    I'd have to question if anyone would even bother to read what I'd
    lay-out in a full disclosure if I somehow were able to find the time
    and energy to do that much writing!

    But as much as I am frustrated about being in a world (seemingly)
    full of mindless clowns out of a Green Acres movie script, I do take
    consolation from the fact that God has told me twice during my life
    that I'm the one that's going to make things known."

    Posted by dean at 11:01 PM

    MS, Page 112.

    "The Alameda Mountains were seemingly lit from the inside, like beef-colored patio lanterns, and we even saw a glint front he observatory atop Mount Hamilton. And the dirigible hangar at Moffett Naval Air Station looked as if the Stay-Puft marshmallow giant was lying down to die. It was so grand."

    Posted by dean at 09:03 PM

    "X-Men = Human = No."

    In her chambers at the U.S. Court of International Trade, in New York, the judge examined Prof. X and the rest of his band of X-Men, all of them little plastic figures at the heart of a six-year tariff battle between their owner, Marvel Enterprises Inc., and the U.S. Customs Service.

    Her ruling thundered through the world of Marvel Comics fans. The famed X-Men, those fighters of prejudice sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are not human, she decreed Jan. 3. Nor are many of the villains who do battle with Spiderman and the Fantastic Four. They're all "nonhuman creatures," concluded Judge Barzilay.

    Chuck Austen, current author of Marvel's "Uncanny X-Men" comic-book series, is also incredulous. He has worked hard for a year, he says, to emphasize the X-Men's humanity, to show "that they're just another strand in the evolutionary chain."
    Wall Street Journal

    Posted by dean at 08:27 PM

    January 21, 2003

    Head.

    Posted by dean at 07:17 PM

    217.

    "Nah, i just work with chinese hamster ovaries."

    "Separated by many layers of garment from my two sperm factories."

    Posted by dean at 03:38 PM

    January 20, 2003

    Ripped-Up Psychological Sidewalk.

    I don't like how you look in droves.

    Posted by dean at 11:59 PM

    Tim Booth : Transcript

    The first gigs that we played were in Blackpool, and I remember when we got to the lines, "After 30 years..." the audience sang it back to me, punching the air with joy, and I remember being completely done in by it, completely devastated by it. They'd taken something that I'd written as self-abuse and dark, and turned it into a celebration, and I thought, that's healing. And they did that on all those songs that night. And I suddenly realised that was what being in a band was all partly doing for me.
    One Of The Three

    Posted by dean at 09:04 PM

    Hopped Up On Sagan, NASA Shoots For Martians.

    The United States was hoping to send an astronaut to Mars in a nuclear-powered rocket within eight years, said a senior NASA official.

    Under the space agency's ambitious plan, the project would involve a two-month journey to Mars in a spaceship travelling at three times the present speed of space travel.

    The first voyage could be as early as 2010.
    The Age

    Posted by dean at 05:51 PM

    Http://www.livejournal.com/users/themindfuck.

    4] i want a gun turret on top of my car, complete with a black market midget. he will be adorned with a sparkly jumpsuit and helmet with the decal of "let's roll!"...on this helmet there also needs to be [somewhere] stars + stripes, and preferably, a bald eagle. this plan is imminent.

    Posted by dean at 03:09 PM

    January 19, 2003

    Lullaby.

    Posted by dean at 10:00 PM

    January 18, 2003

    Barbara Marciniak Elaborates On The Holographic Technology Employed By The World Management Team Hiding In Another Dimension.

    The ultimate tyranny in a society is the psychological manipulation of consciousness, through which reality is defined so that those who exist within it do not even realize that they are in prison.

    Posted by dean at 07:51 PM

    Descendents : "Suburban Home".

    I want to be stereotyped
    I want to be classified
    I want to be a clone
    I want a suburban home

    I want to be masochistic
    I want to be a statistic
    I want to be a clone
    I want a suburban home

    I don't want no hippie pad
    I want a house just
    Like mom and dad

    I want to be stereotyped
    I want to be classified
    I want to be masochistic
    I want to be a statistic
    I want to be a clone
    I want a suburban home.

    Posted by dean at 02:30 PM

    January 17, 2003

    U.S. National Debt Clock.

    Posted by dean at 06:52 PM

    Back To Normal, And It's Terrifying.

    "Nevertheless, she prepared for the part by reading up on bipolar disorder, also known as manic depression, and spending time in a local psychiatric hospital with women who were about to go home. Although a few scenes call for Ms. Stengade to behave in grotesque, even painfully comic ways, she mostly plays Kira in a state of acute loneliness, with hyperintelligent eyes that see both too much and too little."
    NY Times

    Posted by dean at 03:32 PM

    Formed In 2000 By The Script Writer And Director Ivan Shapovalov.

    Subject: Re: Tatu.........oh
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    Since "half Russia are lesbians now," one would imagine it to be an intrinsic impossibility for the ingenuously provocative to titillate their way to the top without at least their sapphic tendencies being real. To find yet another man pulling the strings ruins everything.

    On the other hand, this Russian revelation gives hope to inadequate, domineering, abusive (homicidal) American women who have always envied their male counterparts' access to attractive domestic help. Even better than Alaska, baby!

    I'd like to see Tatu's producer contrive a phallically-enhanced duo to wear knee pads and underwear at their shows (and suffer a severe beatdown). I hope that you'd still mention the fact to me then.

    It's probably about time to worry about mama's plans for the littlest Spears.

    blip.............

    Posted by dean at 01:03 PM

    January 16, 2003

    Fatigue.

    Posted by dean at 09:28 PM

    MS, Page 61.

    "You exist not only as a member of a family or a company or a country, but as a member of a species -- you are human. You are part of humanity. Our species currently has major problems and we're trying to dream our way out of these problems and we're using computers to do it. The construction of hardware and software is where the species is investing its very survival, and this construction requires zones of peace, children born of peace, and the absence of code-interfering distractions. We may not achieve transcendence through computation, but we will keep ourselves out of the gutter with them. What you perceive of as a vacuum is an earthly paradise -- the freedom to, quite literally, line-by-line, prevent humanity from going nonlinear."

    Posted by dean at 08:03 PM

    Star Wars Fan : Sharp-Eyed; Inconsolable.

    In some cases, such the visual allusions to Leni Riefenstahl's Triumph of the Will that cap the concluding medal ceremony of A New Hope, the reference could only become clear in the context of the saga as a whole. In that case, the allusion to the Rebel victory as a quasi-fascist one suggested the moral hollowness of their victory achieved by military force, while setting the stage for their defeat at the start of the second film.

    The failure of many critics to understand this point -- the interior rather than exterior nature of moral conflict in the Star Wars saga -- probably explains why so many seem oblivious to the extremely literate qualities of the latest film. Yet once these are recognized, it becomes hard not to admire Lucas for his audacity in building such a complex six-part drama, and his willingness to face critical and popular scorn for pushing it through to its logical end.

    Deliberately reversing the logic of the opening Hoth sequence from Empire, the closing battle in Attack is filled with cross-cutting visuals of an evacuating rebel base and an invading army of proto-stormtroopers. The presence of such early Imperial technologies as squat walkers invites further doubt as to the moral virtue of the Republican assault, as does the generally right-to-left direction of their attack (the positive direction in film being of course left-to-right) and the reddish-brown haze that masks the battlescape.

    The most obvious way Lucas condemns violence continues to be by showing on the narrative level that aggression is the surest road to defeat. Obi Wan's assault on Jango Fett leaves him hanging below the city in a clear parallel to Luke's defeat in Empire. Attacking Count Dooku at the climax, Obi Wan and Anakin also assure themselves of a terrible loss at his hands. The tide of this battle does not turn until the arrival of Yoda, whose appearance significantly marks Dooku's shift from a defensive to an offensive strategy and in turn triggers his own loss. The pursuit of would-be assassin Zam Wessel provides a more subtle case in point: it succeeds only when the hunters allow themselves to become the hunted.

    Attacks on Lucas as elitist and anti-democratic are equally puzzling. Far from the embrace of authoritarianism that some otherwise perceptive reviewers including David Brin insist on reading into his work, Lucas actually offers a more nuanced claim: every democracy is part Republic and part Empire.
    Defense Of The Clones

    Posted by dean at 02:52 PM

    January 15, 2003

    MST3K 10x06.

    "Next time I'm going to have a car chase in my flashback."

    Posted by dean at 11:01 PM

    War-Rat Neuropsychology.

    Medical researchers seeking ways to restore muscle control to paralyzed humans have implanted electrodes in the brains of laboratory rats and use them like remote-controlled robots.

    When the group's experiments with rats showed success, the Pentagon's Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency began funding the work through its research program on Controlled Biological Systems. That program funds other researchers for a variety of projects including learning how geckos can climb walls with their adhesive feet and how bees and wasps might be trained to detect biological warfare agents.
    SF Gate

    Posted by dean at 07:04 PM

    Aaron Delwiche.

    The Institute for Propaganda Analysis, founded in 1937 to educate the public about the nature of propaganda, identified "seven basic propaganda devices: Name-Calling, Glittering Generality, Transfer, Testimonial, Plain Folks, Card Stacking, and Band Wagon."

    Posted by dean at 03:14 PM

    Passionoia.

    Black Box Recorder comprise the uniquely beautiful singer Sarah Nixey accompanied by the dashingly suave songwriters John Moore and Luke Haines.

    The enigmatic three-piece have released two albums to date, England Made Me and The Facts Of Life, the latter spawning the Top Twenty smash title track as a single.

    2003 sees the release of Black Box Recorder's third album Passionoia, a masterpiece of electronic trickery and a significant step forward from the band's previous works. Significant uptempo manoeuvres clash with classic balladering and sloganeering to create an album that beats up recent pretenders and classes Black Box Recorder as a genuine urbane pop phenomenon.

    Examining such subjects as school, mating and dating, fast cars, pop stardom, revolution and (gasp) Andrew Ridgley, Black Box Recorder are unique, sophisticated, classy and, as ever, totally on the button.

    PASSIONOIA will be released early in 2003.

    Posted by dean at 02:01 AM

    January 14, 2003

    Pre-Altered States : The Film.

    MAESTRO is a feature film documentary, 3.5 years in the making, it captures the intense experiences of the people who were responsible for underground dance music that influenced the world.

    MAESTRO takes you into the world of Larry Levan, Paradise Garage; David Mancuso, The Loft, as they formed the center piece within the underground culture as it evolved into dance music of today.

    Most film documents of this movement have fallen short of its true story and impact to the world, providing us with a glossed over account of the time. Opting for a more personal and candid approach, MAESTRO shows the true history of its individuals. Tracing the underground's dance origin, MAESTRO brings out a true, candid and tragic understanding of this intense lifestyle, and the lives they lived and died for.
    Official Site

    Posted by dean at 07:51 PM

    Hook Or By Crook.

    Subject: [ROSES] Compromise and Apology
    From: FrsideChap@aol.com
    To: roses-list@lists.freestyle.com
    Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 00:05:01 EST
    Reply-To: roses-list@lists.freestyle.com

    What I did was no good, I apologize for all those times. Why don't you come
    back and start with me again with the band. compromise and apology, we wrote
    that together. I'm in cold storage craving for a raw love like you used to..
    Remember? Do you remember how you used to be? What the fuck happened to
    you? You'll hide longing for a fresh meat by hook or by crook you'll be
    first in his book for an impaled affair by hook or by crook you'll be last in
    his book of flesh oh so rare

    We are better than every single one of these shit bands out there. I won't
    ever say playing americana country music is bad again. i understand that you
    didn't want to incorporate that into the music, that you just wanted to play
    it. I just didn't understand that you got into country music and hung out
    with texans. It just sounded so stupid at the time. But I understand now.
    You've written too many good things to me to let me go away or resist you.

    Posted by dean at 01:48 PM

    January 13, 2003

    The Sixth Extinction.

    There is no question that technological growth trends in science and industry are increasing exponentially. There is, however, a growing debate about what this runaway acceleration of ingenuity may bring. A number of respected scientists and futurists now are predicting that technological progress is driving the world toward a "Singularity" -- a point at which technology and nature will have become one.

    "We are on the edge of change comparable to the rise of human life on Earth," San Diego University Professor of Computer Science Vernor Vinge first warned the scientific community in 1993. "Within 30 years, we will have the technological means to create superhuman intelligence. Shortly after, the human era will end."

    Some scientists and philosophers have theorized that the very purpose of life is to bring about the Singularity.

    The true believers call themselves "extropians," "post-humans" and "transhumanists" and are actively organizing not just to bring the Singularity about, but to counter what they call "techno-phobes" and "neo-luddites" -- critics like Greenpeace, Earth First!, and the Rainforest Action Network.

    In April 2000, a wrench was thrown into the arrival of the Singularity by an unlikely source -- Sun Microsystems' Chief Scientist Bill Joy. Joy co-founded Sun Microsystems, helped create the UNIX computer operating system, and developed the Java and Jini software systems -- systems that helped give the Internet "life."

    In a now-infamous cover story in Wired magazine, "Why the Future Doesn't Need Us," Joy warned of the dangers posed by developments in genetics, nanotechnology, and robotics. Joy's warning of the impacts of exponential technologic progress run amok gave new credence to the coming Singularity. Unless things change, Joy predicted, "We could be the last generation of humans." Joy has warned that "knowledge alone will enable mass destruction" and termed this phenomenon "knowledge-enabled mass destruction" (KMD).

    Joy understands that the greatest dangers we face ultimately stem from a world where global corporations dominate -- a future where much of the world has no voice in how the world is run. The 21st century GNR technologies, he writes, "are being developed almost exclusively by corporate enterprises. We are aggressively pursuing the promises of these new technologies within the now-unchallenged system of global capitalism and its manifold financial incentives and competitive pressures."

    In his 1972 speech "The Android and the Human," science fiction visionary Philip K. Dick told his audience "machines are becoming more human. Our environment, and I mean our manmade world of machines, is becoming alive in ways specifically and fundamentally analogous to ourselves." In the near future, Dick prophesied, a human might shoot a robot only to see it bleed from its wound. When the robot shoots back, it may be surprised to find the human gush smoke. "It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them," Dick added.

    A 1998 Harris poll of the 5,000 members of the American Institute of Biological Sciences found 70 percent believed that what has been termed "the sixth extinction" is now underway.

    A simultaneous Harris poll found that 60 percent of the public was totally unaware of the impending biological collapse.
    Clamor Magazine

    Posted by dean at 01:58 PM

    January 12, 2003

    Underwear & Knee-Pads.

    Yulia had to leave the group after she was accused of "obscene behavior and corrupting other singers."

    Posted by dean at 06:43 PM

    January 11, 2003

    ERRB, Page 427 + 428.

    "He decided to bring things to a head by pulling a stunt called the Russian Death Chair, at an art happening at the Big-H Speedway outside Houston. Suffering from DTs and hallucinations, he stripped off his clothes and disappeared into the jungle. After he punched a Mexican detective, the film company put him on a flight back to the States."

    Posted by dean at 06:44 PM

    Ill-Conceived Anti-Milk Campaign As Accidental Child Pornography.

    Posted by dean at 02:31 PM

    January 10, 2003

    Kurt Vonnegut, One.

    They really don't give a fuck what happens -- not even to themselves. But this is a serious defect and, no, we haven't been invaded and conquered by Martians. We have been conquered by psychopathic personalities who are attractive.

    Posted by dean at 07:41 PM

    "I'm An Expert In Tits, And Peanut Butter."

    Posted by dean at 06:34 PM

    Bus-Sex.

    KINGSTON, Mass. (AP) Two students face charges after engaging in a sex act on a school bus while other students cheered, police said.

    The alleged incident happened on Dec. 12 as the bus was en route to Silver Lake Regional High School in Kingston and Silver Lake Regional Junior High School in Pembroke, said police Lt. David Griffiths.

    ''We're not exactly sure what we're charging them with,'' he told the Patriot Ledger of Quincy.
    Boston.com

    Posted by dean at 01:34 PM

    January 08, 2003

    Midnight Oil.

    Oils Stand Tall
    Noel Mengel

    MIDNIGHT Oil: Australia's greatest rock band. For anyone who witnessed the Oils on a stage, in some super-heated pub, in a stadium, at an outdoor festival, on the back of a truck in the desert, there was no question.

    A night with Midnight Oil was about as good as rock 'n' roll can get.

    Early memory: standing in a packed campus bar waiting to see my first Oils' gig, circa 1979.

    Three microphone stands across the front of the stage, and the one in the middle towering way . . . up . . . there. Geez, this guy is going to be tall.

    He was. The band played a long, teasing intro, then Garrett was there, always moving, striking shapes, grinning, sweat flying from that shaven head in the days when no one had a shaven head.

    And there was something in that sound ­ dynamic, kicking, spitting, soaring ­ that sounded like . . . Australia. Sunburn. Sweat. Dust. Surf.

    They didn't sound like The Clash, the Sex Pistols, The Byrds, The Stones, The Who, The Beatles, like prog or punk or plod or pop.

    They just sounded like themselves, even before they had clearly defined their sound on record.

    Driving it relentlessly along was drummer Rob Hirst, part Charlie Watts, part Keith Moon.

    He splashed water on his floor tom, attacked it relentlessly, bouncing sticks into the ceiling, audience, as spraying water was captured by the spotlight.

    Another memory: an Oils show at the old Surfair, Marcoola, in 1981, observing from close quarters while playing in the support band. No sign of Garrett at soundcheck or backstage. Cheeseclothed surfies roared: "Oils, Oils, Oils." We just played harder.

    Just before showtime Garrett drove his hire car into the car park, calmly walked backstage. No Origin-style pep-talk from the coach or anything like that. But the moment the lights hit him on that stage, he became that other Peter Garrett.

    In more than 20 years of seeing their shows, I can never remember them playing at anything less than their blazing best. No off nights, no Oasis-style dummy spits. If ever there was something amiss behind the scenes, they never let you see it.

    What's more, they said things that mattered, planted ideas and never pandered to the lowest common denominator.

    They emerged from the northern beaches of Sydney in a band called Farm.

    At the end of 1976, Garrett completed his law degree at ANU and concentrated on the band, with the line-up firming around Hirst, guitarists Jim Moginie and Martin Rotsey: the core line-up that would still be with them until the end, a chemistry later completed with bassist Bones Hillman.

    Right from the start, Midnight Oil did it their way.

    They refused to play on Countdown and retained artistic control in a game where record companies, promoters and agents were used to winning every battle.

    A political streak floated to the surface in their lyrics but was fully formed on their 1982 breakthrough album 10 . . . 1, a clear-eyed rethink of their sound and vision, less strident, more focused.

    "I see sunburnt faces around with skin so brown/Smiling zinc cream and crowds," Garrett sang on The Power and the Passion. "Flat chat. Pine Gap. In every home a Big Mac/And no one goes out back, that's that."

    And Short Memory: "Smallish man Afghanistan/A watchdog in a nervous land/They're only there to lend a hand." And the closing line: "In the tents new rifles, hey, short memory."

    Tim Winton said it best in his "Kiss No Bum, Tug No Forelock" essay with the 20,000 Watt RSL compilation: "The music contained an unmistakable atmosphere of the suburban Australian life . . . a jerky agitation, an itch I recognised.

    "Australia seemed about to stop thinking and just go shopping and here was a band anxious about our communal future.

    "This wasn't mere teen angst or personal teething trouble . . . At last there was an Australian band with something on its mind."

    And they made you want to jump and dance and shout.

    They were more interested in the Australia outside the capital cities than any other band, too. In the '80s they went bush with the Blackfella/Whitefella tour of the outback. Beds Are Burning, their Aboriginal land-rights anthem, might be the most important Australian rock song ever written.

    They wrote songs called Maralinga, Kosciuszko, Truganini, Dreamworld, Surf's Up Tonight.

    Their last major Australian tour took them from Alice Springs to Darwin, Cairns, Mt Isa and Capella.

    Their last album, Capricornia, takes its name from Xavier Herbert's epic novel set in the country's north.

    "Have you ever built your house in a town called Pissitaway?" Garrett sings.

    "Well we do the same things that we always do/Nothing changes but the channel changes view."

    The song, by Jim Moginie, is called Too Much Sunshine. Still trying to scratch that itch.

    Unlike most albums by bands in their third decade, Capricornia is a great record.

    At the time of its release, I wrote: "No Australian band has lifted up so many people, delivered so many consistent albums, played so many great shows, kept finding ways to revitalise themselves and keep their audience challenged and entertained."

    Back on the northern beaches in 1976, I think they would have settled for that.
    Courier Mail

    Posted by dean at 06:02 PM

    January 07, 2003

    Insomnia.

    Posted by dean at 07:02 PM

    David Looks At Goliath, Says Something Sneeringly, Is Given Crumb.

    This Web site was established to provide information about a proposed Settlement of lawsuits brought by Attorneys General of 43 states, Commonwealths and Territories, and by counsel for the Plaintiff Settlement Class entitled In re: Compact Disc Minimum Advertised Price Antitrust Litigation.

    The lawsuits, which are currently pending in the United States District Court for the District of Maine, relate to the retail pricing of prerecorded music compact discs, cassettes or vinyl albums (collectively known as prerecorded Music Products).

    You may be a member of the Settlement Group and your rights against Defendants may be affected if you are a person or entity that purchased these prerecorded Music Products from a retail store during the period of January 1, 1995 through December 22, 2000.

    If you are a member of the Settlement Group, you do not need to take action, although to share in the Settlement Fund you must file a Claim Form as discussed below. If the Court approves the proposed Settlement you will receive the benefits of the proposed Settlement and you will be bound by all orders and judgments of the Court and your claims against the Defendants for the conduct alleged in these actions will be resolved and released.
    CD Map Settlement

    Posted by dean at 02:24 PM

    ERRB, Page 337.

    "We never got to sleep before seven, eight A.M., for six months. Outside of watching movies and doing drugs, Marty's only relaxation was playing with his collection of toy soldiers."

    Posted by dean at 01:10 AM

    January 06, 2003

    William Gibson Starts Blog.

    The thread about the bridge in Virtual Light had me remembering where that all came from: a random glance out a window in The Clift, where I was staying during the tour for the previous book. Up early, on one of the upper floors, I happened to look out into thick, classic San Francisco fog and see, magically, just the top of that first cable-tower, suspended/isolated there in a field of gray. I suppose it became for me, at that point, a place.

    But if you wanted it to be a place where you could be, where you could sleep, you'd need a floor and walls and a roof… Tree-houses, the forts that children build, secret places of childhood… Somehow, before I'd turned away from that window, I had the floor: it was made of two-by-fours, set on edge, making the deck a comfortingly solid four inches thick.

    So, really, the world below, the bridge and its culture, all grew down from that, called into literary being to support what would become Skinner's room, Chevette's home, and the core of three novels.
    WilliamGibsonBooks

    Posted by dean at 09:01 PM

    Hollywood Negotiates W/ King Monkey.

    HARRY POTTER & THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004) Directed by Alphonso Cuaron. Written by Steve Kloves. Early word coming in here at the Moriarty Labs is that Cuaron is shaking up this franchise, and in a good way. He's evidently questioning everything that's come before, determined to retain what's good and improve everything else. I got in a rumor over the weekend that Ian Brown (of the Stone Roses) has signed on for a small part in the film, and that casting efforts continue on characters like Sirius Black.
    AICN

    Posted by dean at 07:51 PM

    January 05, 2003

    Who Speaks The Loudest When The End Is Near?

    Posted by dean at 05:09 PM

    U.S. Sold Iraq Targeted Weapons.

    Reports by the US Senate's committee on banking, housing and urban affairs -- which oversees American exports policy -- reveal that the US, under the successive administrations of Ronald Reagan and George Bush Snr, sold materials including anthrax, VX nerve gas, West Nile fever germs and botulism to Iraq right up until March 1992, as well as germs similar to tuberculosis and pneumonia. Other bacteria sold included brucella melitensis, which damages major organs, and clostridium perfringens, which causes gas gangrene.

    The shipments to Iraq went on even after Saddam Hussein ordered the gassing of the Kurdish town of Halabja, in which at least 5000 men, women and children died. The atrocity, which shocked the world, took place in March 1988, but a month later the components and materials of weapons of mass destruction were continuing to arrive in Baghdad from the US.
    Sunday Herald

    Posted by dean at 11:43 AM

    January 04, 2003

    David Cross : Dipshit Dressed In A Beekeeper's Outfit.

    Every once in a while you see or experience something that jolts you from your narcoleptic existence of useless pleasures and missed opportunities. And you are simultaneously reminded of: A) what can be, and B) just how lame we are as a people, as a culture. Maybe it's an "art car" where someone has done something like nailed a couple hundred bloody Barbie heads all over it, or you see some lady wearing a dress made up entirely of "Have You Seen Me?" missing-kid things from the backs of milk cartons. You see that and you're reminded, "Oh… right, that's possible." And I don't mean in an "Oh yeah, I guess there could be black Chinese people, I never thought of that" way. More like, "Oh that's right, you can do that… I forgot."

    Well, I'll tell you what, next time you see something like that, check out little kids' reactions to it. They fucking freak out. They start a contemplative journey that, if they're not excessively Christian and thus too far-gone, can only end one way: "My parents are lame and boring. They have absolutely no sense of visual adventure, much less any sense of any adventure at all. Good God, please don't let me end up like them, with their Mary Higgins Clark book-reading, Will and Grace-chuckling, 'Doctor Caruthers Smart Popcorn Infused with Ginkgo Biloba' evenings. I know I'm only four years old, God, but if you save me from that life, I will fuck you forever when I get to heaven, deal?"

    Here's a good example of what I'm talking about: There is a musical act that I saw at the Bumbershoot Festival last year in Seattle (who have subsequently moved to New York City, where they are currently performing) called the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players. They are brilliant (in both the English and American usage of the word "brilliant"). They are nothing if not love itself. They are the embodiment of everything I just wrote about. They are a father and a mother in their thirties, and a daughter, about eight. They tour the country in their mini-van (which is hand-painted in many colors... why not?) They put on shows. They go to estate sales and buy the old slides of various strangers and then write songs using the slides, in random order, as a guide. One of their songs is called, "Mountain Trip to Japan, 1959," and that's exactly what the slides and lyrics represent. The father plays guitar or piano. The mom runs the slide projector. The daughter plays drums. Father and daughter sing the funny lyrics. And they kick ass. Jesus, the closest I ever got to something like that was when my sister and I turned off the lights, stuck flashlights under our chins, and read "The Tell-Tale Heart" to our humoring mom.

    "This is great!" I thought, but hadn't yet figured out how to articulate what was great about it. It wasn't that it was "cute" or "funny" or "adorable" or "precious," it was what I've been talking about this entire time you fucking moron. I was envious of that family. Now that's a way to raise a family and conduct your life that most of us either haven't thought of or simply lack the imagination and courage to carry out. They make every nutty home-schooling advocate look like shit. And I'm not against the idea of home schooling. I went to several (nine) different public schools up and down the East and South, and the only things I remember from textbooks are that America is the greatest country the universe has ever seen and Abe Lincoln invented the tequila lollipop. I'm just a little wary of most home-schooling advocates, because they are most likely doing it not because of a lack of faith in public education, but because, really, they're racists or religious nuts who don't want their precious little lambs exposed to reality.

    I hope when kids see them perform, they have that same reaction as they do when they pass by the sculpture-strewn front yard of a house that has been altered to resemble a huge whale. You know, where they turn to their mom and dad and say, "Mom, Dad, look at that cool house!" and then when mom and dad, smiling, happily listening to Sting ("Something we can all agree on!") as their SUV drives past the house, turn to the kid and reply, "Wow, look at that." The kid will say, "Can we do that to our house?" And when mom or dad says, "No," then the kid will say, "Why not?" But this time, when neither parent comes up with a satisfactory explanation and ultimately resorts to the time-tested "Because I said so, that's why," that the kid will turn to them and say, "Pull over. I'm out of here. If I want any kind of halfway decent shot at not living the rest of my life in mind-numbing boredom, I gotta take off now while the gettin's good. See ya later, losers!" Then, when that kid's older, I'll read his book.
    Vice

    Posted by dean at 02:15 PM

    January 03, 2003

    ERRB, Page 233.

    "You looked at Bertolucci, it was just like he took Godard and Antonioni, put them in bed together, held a gun to their heads, and said, 'You guys fuck or I'll shoot you.'"

    Posted by dean at 11:04 PM

    Betting On A Lot Of Minnows.

    Posted by dean at 06:09 PM

    Multi-Brawl Recall.

    It was all about the clicking on/off of flashlights and timing jumps off bridges.

    Posted by dean at 02:29 PM

    Popping The Vote.

    When I've been involved in compiling critics polls at UK titles it's been quite revealing - one magazine editor (mentioning no names) insisted that I "edit" the writers' poll as they would make the "wrong" album AOTY that year. And another year, at another title, the No 1 album of the year didn't appear at No 1 in any one of the 40-odd writers' lists, but because it was in the top 5 of more or less everybody's, it came out on top. If you're talking about 1000 people, I expect something that appeared somewhere in maybe 300 lists would storm the top 10, and something that got more than 20 No 1s would be No 1. Especially in a year like this one, where there seems to have been no clear-cut favourite.
    Music Writers

    Posted by dean at 12:02 PM

    January 02, 2003

    Better Than Your Job.

    Posted by dean at 07:11 PM

    ERRB, Page 179.

    "Hi my name is Jerry Ayres, and I'm an alcoholic bisexual."

    Posted by dean at 12:42 PM

    A Mind-Bending Meditation On The Transcendent Power Of Digital Computation.

    He elaborated: "Every it -- every particle, every field of force, even the space-time continuum itself -- derives its function, its meaning, its very existence entirely from binary choices, bits. What we call reality arises in the last analysis from the posing of yes/no questions."

    If this sounds like a simulation of physics, then you understand perfectly, because in a world made up of bits, physics is exactly the same as a simulation of physics. There's no difference in kind, just in degree of exactness. In a universe run on bits, everything is a simulation.

    An ultimate simulation needs an ultimate computer, and the new science of digitalism says that the universe itself is the ultimate computer -- actually the only computer.
    Wired

    Posted by dean at 01:42 AM

    January 01, 2003

    The Streets : "Stay Positive".

    Cos this world swallows souls
    And when the blues unfold
    It gets cold silence burns holes
    You're going mad
    Perhaps you always were
    But when things was good you just didn't care
    This is called irony
    When you most need to get up you got no energy
    Time and time shit'll happen
    The dark shit's unwrapping
    But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
    Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
    Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
    So smoke another draw
    It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
    Rain taps on your window
    Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
    You're on your own now
    Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
    Weed becomes a chore
    You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack

    Just trying to stay positive

    Feels nice and still
    Good thing about brown is it always will
    It's easy, no-one blames you
    It's that world out there that's fucked you
    You're no less of a person and if God exists
    He still loves you
    Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink
    Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
    But who's picking?
    Searching for yourself you find demons
    Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
    Cos you're the same as I am
    We all need our fellow man
    We all need our Samaritan.
    Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
    Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier, no.
    Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
    And your happiness will uncurl

    Just trying to stay positive

    Stop dreaming
    People who say that are blaspheming
    They're doing nine to five and moaning
    And they don't want you succeeding when they've blown it
    And your idols - who are they?
    They too dreamt about their day
    Positive steps will see your goals.
    Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
    I ain't helping you climb the ladder
    I'm busy climbing mine.
    That's how it's been since the dawn of time
    If you reach a cul-de-sac
    The world turns its back
    This is your zone, it's like blackjack
    He might get the ace or the top one
    So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him son
    And for that you'll be the better one
    One last thing before you go though
    When you feel better tomorrow you'll be a hero
    But never forget today, you could be back here
    Things can stray
    What if you see me in that window?
    You won't help me I know.
    That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
    Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you ain't lightweight
    And go see your mates
    And when they don't look happy
    Play them this tape

    Just trying to stay positive

    I hope you understand me
    Just trying to stay positive
    I ain't no preaching fucker and I ain't no do-goody-goody either
    This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
    And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world
    But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
    Your bird might fuck off or you might lose your job
    It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you
    So if you ain't feeling it, just be thankful that everything's cool in your world
    Respect to BC
    Positivity
    Positivity

    Just trying to stay positive.

    Posted by dean at 01:47 PM

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