February 27, 2003

Killing Joke : "$0.36".

One man limited room to think
Move with the lines in soft fat red
Phase one environment experiment
This is your city with miracles spent

Crime of flesh control is joyless
Blue white shells will not grow to trees
Phase one environment experiment
The smoke on the city with miracles spent

So dead.

Posted by dean at 11:15 PM

A, Page 100.

"When I was in the chair, I saw and felt stuff I don't fully recall. But I know we're all, every one of us here, ghosts in embryo. Pre-demons, I guess it is. And that's a real flowery way of saying, this here world's gonna end in fire and brimstone, ladies and gentlemen. Fire and brimstone for sure."

Posted by dean at 11:05 PM

Saving Humans W/ Scotland Glop.

Several types of bacteria found by the five-person team produce an antibiotic that acts against the notorious hospital superbug, MRSA (Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus.)

MRSA, which has swept through hospitals in the UK over the past decade, is impervious to most antibiotics and poses the greatest threat to patients who have undergone surgery.

AquaPharm is keeping the identity of its MRSA-killing bacteria a closely guarded secret, and taken out patents on how they can be cultivated and used.

The bacteria produce a natural powerful antibiotic to fight off other bugs that might want to invade their colony sites.

They are collected by scraping off the surface slime from rocks, plants and invertebrates such as sea anemones.

"It's essentially beachcombing," said Dr David.
CNN Europe

Posted by dean at 07:51 PM

Experiments In Gravity, Dimensions, Diving Boards.

Gravity has been tested over a shorter distance than ever before. Using a delicate apparatus to measure gravitational forces over just a tenth of a millimetre, a team of physicists has found that they are roughly as Newton's laws predict.

The result narrows down the possible nature of hidden extra dimensions, which would boost gravity over small scales.

The most sensitive previous experiment tested the attraction between two masses 0.2 millimetres apart, and found that gravity was no stronger than expected. But what it might be like over smaller scales remained a mystery.

Now Joshua Long and his colleagues at the University of Colorado, Boulder, have cut that distance in half. Their source of gravity is a metal strip about 20 millimetres long and 0.3 millimetres thick.

"It's like a tungsten diving board that vibrates up and down," says Long, now at the Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico. Just 0.1 millimetres below the strip is a second wafer-thin tungsten spring, the "test mass."

The test mass is tuned to vibrate at the same frequency as the source mass above, so even the faint pull of gravity between the two is enough to set it vibrating in sympathy.

The Colorado group found that the resulting vibrations in the test mass were roughly what you would expect from ordinary gravity, just as Newton would have predicted.

This rules out theories that say gravity should be much stronger over such small scales.
New Scientist

Posted by dean at 01:22 AM

February 26, 2003

Wanda Pittsinger

Sometimes, if she was looking into a mirror, she seemed to see herself melting. This didn't bother her. "I walked into the auditorium just before the main feature. I saw myself on the screen, first all in green, and then sort of sparkly. Then my image seemed to sort of dissolve, and I saw that it was only a trailer for a Woody Allen film that would be playing in two weeks."

Posted by dean at 12:07 AM

February 24, 2003

Bulgarian Pimps Shipping In Reinforcements For US Troops.

Hundreds of girls are being bussed across Bulgaria in an operation carried out with military style efficiency to ensure the off-duty needs of the soldiers are fully catered for.

In the north Bulgarian town of Rousse more than four busloads have already set out for Bourgas in the southeast which the government is to allow US troops to use as a base for any attack on Iraq.

The Sarafovo airport in Bourgas has been opened for US planes.

One pimp was reported as saying that the women would "give a worthy welcome" to the soldiers.
Ananova

Posted by dean at 10:26 PM

MST3K 4x23.

"Hey, I'm following me."

Posted by dean at 03:27 AM

February 22, 2003

Hope For Waste.

"At 4 a.m. I had just masturbated twice into a bucket and was now sitting on the floor of my kitchen, naked, with my wife's credit card in hand, talking with a sleazy telephone actress and telling her about all of my pain and suffering."

Posted by dean at 04:30 PM

February 20, 2003

Cartoon Network.

Posted by dean at 02:18 PM

February 19, 2003

TCS, Page 107.

"With an ego small enough to pass easily through a monofilament gill net, he had relied so much on others' perception of him that his own life was semi-autobiographical."

Posted by dean at 06:24 PM

A, Page 86.

"Fools will assure you they take no sides -- wise men that they do. Both lie."

Posted by dean at 02:54 PM

Simon Reynolds : Garage Rap.

With its raucousness and Englishness and sometimes sheer malevolence, garage rap is comparable to another music of the embattled ego: punk. The Englishness comes through in the delivery: Mic chat has always been fast in Black British sound system culture, but there's also a tightness-in-the-throat, a dainty crispness of diction, that is distinctly un-American. As for the nastiness, you only have to look at garage's current lexicon of superlatives -- "gutter," "stinking," "disgusting," "thugsy"-- to see where it's coming from. There's even a character called MC Vicious! Sometimes it's closer to the original '60s garage punk: lots of sexual malice and second-person hostility. But when MCs drop lines like "there's a lot of anger that's been building up inside," there's a sense of pre-political rage and social frustration that feels very 1977. As it happens, the state of the nation in 2002 uncannily mirrors the mid-'70s U.K. context that fueled punk's ire: a fatally compromised Labour government, recession, public service workers on strike, and resurging racial tension reflected in both electoral success for far-right political parties and a revived Anti-Nazi League. As far as U.K. garage's underclass audience is concerned, though, collective struggle is a sentimental, distant memory, strictly for suckers. And so it bypasses the failed realm of politics altogether, expressing its rage-to-live through individualistic fantasies of stardom or crime: Staggerlee transplanted to Sarf Lundun.

Garage rap isn't all crime-pays false consciousness, though. Like punk, the nu-garage upheaval has opened things up for all sorts of quirky voices: Skinner obviously, but also honey-dripping Barrington Levy-like charmers such as Laid Blak's MC Joe Peng. On "Scream & Shout" (Moist import), he describes himself as "a nice and decent fellow," gently chides "the ladies dressed in black" ("those are the colors of a funeral"), and even pulls off a non-cloying plea to build a better world for our children. Judging by their name, Heartless Crew ought to be peddling more Social Darwinist ruthlessness, but "Heartless Theme" verges on positivity, talking about how hard they've worked for their success, and claiming that they're only heartless "cos our hearts are in the music." Then there's the geniality of Genius Kru, whose "Course Bruv" revives the amiable (if insanitary) rave-era ritual of sharing your drink. The insanely addictive chorus goes: Male Voice: "Can I 'ave a sip of that?" Genius Kru: "Course bruv!" Sexy Female: "Can I 'ave a sip of that?" Genius Kru: "Course luv!!"

Your best chance of hearing "Heartless Theme" and "Course Bruv" is on (groan!) Crews Control, a Warnerdance U.K. compilation you might find in Tower or Virgin. Somewhat patchy, this double-CD justifies the import price by containing around eight certified classics, including Purple Haze's "Messy" and More Fire Crew's "Oi!" Early in 2002, the latter became the most avant-garde U.K. Top 10 hit since the Prodigy's "Firestarter," its dead-eyed drum machine beats sourced in Schoolly D and "Sleng Teng," its patois-tinged jabber equal parts Cockney Rejects and "Cockney Translation" (Smiley Culture's 1985 dancehall classic). Garage Rap, Vol 1 (Eastside import) is more consistent and up-to-date, ranging from the quasi-orchestral grandeur of Wiley & Rolldeep's "Terrible" to the thunderdrone rampage of GK Allstars' "Garage Feeling."

The trouble with comps, even superior ones like this, is they inevitably lag behind where the scene is at right this minute. With 2step's crossover bubble long popped, it's like the "real musicians" (MJ Cole, et al.) have fled to more prosperous climes, leaving the genre in the hands of barbarian teenagers who don't give a shit about things being in key, who break the rules 'cos they don't know the rules.
Village Voice

Posted by dean at 01:55 AM

February 18, 2003

Do You Like Techno Music? If So, What Kind.

No Loafing!

Posted by dean at 03:05 PM

February 17, 2003

Update: French Man With A Russian Accent Driving To A Four-Way Stop In Prague.

"I am frog."

"I go first."

Posted by dean at 10:52 PM

BBS Twenty-Five Ye@R$ Old.

Ward Christensen, mainframe programmer and home computer hobbyist, was stuck at home behind drifts too thick to dig. He'd been in the habit of swapping progams with Randy Suess, a fellow hacker -- in the old sense of someone who did smart things with dumb electronics -- by recording them onto cassettes and posting them. They'd invented the hardware and software to do that, but in that same chilly month of 1978 someone called Bill Hayes came up with a neat circuit called the Hayes MicroModem 100. Ward called Randy, complained about the weather, and said wouldn't it be a smart idea to have a computer on the phone line where people could leave messages. "I'll do the hardware. When will the software be ready?" said Randy.

The answer was two weeks later, when the Computerised Bulletin Board System first spun its disk, picked up the line and took a message. February 16th, 1978 was the official birthday: another two weeks after it really came to life, says Christensen, because nobody would believe they did it in a fortnight.

For the first time, people could converse with others independently of social, temporal or spatial connections. People made the comparison at the time with the great epistolatory conversations of the Victorians, where men and women of letters sent long hand-written notes to each other two or three times a day, but BBS life was much more anarchic than that. You didn't know with whom you were swapping messages, but you could quickly find out if they were worth it. At first envisioned as local meeting places where people who knew each other in real life could get together from home, BBSs rapidly became entrepots for complete strangers -- the virtual community had arrived, with its joys, flamewars and intense emotions.

Ten years later, bulletin boards had evolved into a cooperative mesh of considerable complexity, A system called Fidonet linked them together, so mail from one could be forwarded to another anywhere in the world via a tortuous skein of late night automated phone calls. File-transfer protocols, graphics, interactive games and far too much politics had all transformed that first box of bits and chips beyond recognition.

Then came that world's own extinction-level event, as the asteroid of the Internet came smashing through the stratosphere and changed the ecosystem for good. That we were ready for the Net, and that every country had its own set of local experts who'd been there, done that and knew what to do next, is in large part due to the great Chicago snowstorm of 1978 and two people who rolled up their sleeves to make a good idea happen.
ZDNet UK

Posted by dean at 02:49 PM

February 14, 2003

Echo.

Posted by dean at 02:00 AM

February 11, 2003

The Boo Radleys : "Lazarus".

I must be losing my mind
I keep on trying to find a way out
but it's ok you don't lock the door anymore

You know I never go out
and you know I start to forget things
but it's ok they weren't essential anyway

And when I start to look back
I feel like I've spent my whole life just kicking round
and not getting in the way

And now, and maybe now I should change
because I'm starting to lose all my faith
while those around me are beaten down each day.

Posted by dean at 12:54 AM

February 10, 2003

The Personals.

I SAW YOU INSTALLING LETTERS ON 145 ST.
Shoreline. You are so attractive that
you caused an accident. I can
understand that because I'm the
one that gets to wake up next to
you every day, forever.

Posted by dean at 07:53 PM

TCS, Page 98.

"Billy told me he'd seen Louie coming out of a manhole on Deal with a tub of ice cream. That's the kind of thing I'm talking about. Louie missed whole weeks by walking behind them like they were a facade of a movie set. He claimed he could detect tiny pastoral scenes in his saliva. He robbed a drugstore disguised as a giant wren. He walked down the street while manifestly asleep. He spent every evening projecting The Magnificent Ambersons onto his own face."

Posted by dean at 03:40 PM

February 09, 2003

Drink Every Time The Camera Angle Changes. If I Was Watching It, That's About How Often I'd Be Drinking.

Peace. Apparently all you need to achieve it is sandwiches, Scotch, and six years since you dropped your last bomb. Or so say the former TV comedy troupe ''The Kids in the Hall'' -- Dave Foley, Kevin McDonald, Mark McKinney, Scott Thompson, and Bruce McCulloch -- who saw their disastrous big-screen debut, ''Brain Candy,'' implode at the box office in 1996. Now, after performing 31 largely sold-out shows on last year's Tour of Duty -- captured in a pay-per-view special airing Feb. 8 -- the gang has a new mission: a second movie, tentatively titled ''Not Brain Candy 2.''
Entertainment Weekly

Posted by dean at 08:45 PM

February 08, 2003

Woke Up : Written On Hand, Palm Down.

B
SC
A-P
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Posted by dean at 04:15 PM

February 07, 2003

Double Feature W/ Snatch.

"Jism is not ashamed to address emotions that have been suppressed over the years in an attempt to present a fairy tale image of love… and in that sense speaks a completely new tongue!"

Jism was born from only that! Audacity and belief!

Jism does not conform!

A great experience to shoot Jism as one's first film!"
Official Site

Posted by dean at 03:18 PM

February 06, 2003

Skybreach.

Posted by dean at 10:16 PM

Lewis Black : Eye. Ear. Big Fuck Difference.

"If you get a vision in your head after you listen to some music, and you go home and turn on MTV, and the video they show is the vision you had -- kill yourself."

Posted by dean at 03:52 PM

Brink Chipman Is Clearly A Fake "Comedy" Name.

Early birds watching the KSL television morning news got a bit of a shock to start their Wednesday: a peek at a risque comedy sketch about a phone sex company.

About 6:30 a.m., video -- possibly from the off-color HBO comedy program, "Mr. Show with Bob and David" -- inexplicably interrupted anchor Terry Wood on the "Eyewitness News Today."

At least that is the best explanation KSL executives have after receiving more than 60 phone calls and e-mails Wednesday from puzzled viewers about the on-air faux pas, which apparently included video of a man wearing a "Hooters" shirt with his hands down his pants.

"Some people said it looked like an adult game show. Some said there were bare-breasted women. Some said the close-captioned system had some weird stuff on it," said KSL news director Brink Chipman. "We have no idea what happened."

No one at KSL's studio knew it was happening during the newscast and saw no rogue video. And the recording they make of the broadcast every morning showed nothing out of the ordinary.

But callers insisted the video was playing with Wood's voice coming through. Some said it was from the HBO show, which sometimes has mature-rated comedy sketches.

KSL officials believe only AT&T cable customers in Utah got the erroneous video feed, which could have lasted anywhere from minutes to a half-hour. No viewers from other cable and satellite systems complained of receiving the video, said KSL general manager, Jim Yorgason.
The Salt Lake Tribune

Posted by dean at 01:52 PM

February 04, 2003

MS, Page 329.

"I was looking at the in-flight magazine, and at the end they had this map showing where the airline flies and it looked like a science-fiction map of how a virus transmits from one place to another. All these parabolic arches from city to city to city to city. If the Marburg virus ever does mutate and go airborne, we're DOOMED."

Posted by dean at 11:56 PM

Sticky/Jason Kaye Int.

"This is too urban -- think of the kids -- go suburban."

Posted by dean at 10:59 PM

Parasomnia.

Mahowald, a neurology professor at the University of Minnesota and director of the Minnesota Regional Sleep Disorders Center, likes to say to his students, ''We study the strange and the beautiful.''

Here are people in the midst of ''partial'' arousals who spring from bed and rip off the electrodes glued to their heads, removing patches of their scalps as well; people who box the air, flail at imaginary snakes, twitch, jerk, groan, rub their genitals, bloody their hands on nightstands or rock and tremble like bobble-head dolls. People who by day are wry, levelheaded paragons of mental health but who at night find themselves locked in life-and-death struggles with intruders.

Mel Abel, for instance. He's a droll, mild-mannered man who grew up on a farm in Minnesota, owned a tavern for a while and sold real estate. A taped snippet of one of his nights in the sleep lab is part of a parasomnia training video. At 4:24 a.m., Mel begins sleep-talking: ''Quit using the goddamn bowl for banging like that -- quit it now! Get the hell out of here! Go on! That's about four times this morning that I have told you. I don't know if you're that deaf or that dumb, which . . . goddamn continuously. . . . What the hell are you looking for, a walleye?''

''We are at the dawn of the golden age of sleep research,'' says David Dinges.
New York Times

Posted by dean at 01:37 AM

February 03, 2003

Crude.

She liked him, but got bored a lot.

She'd terraform his mind every day after work.

It was all she could think of.

Posted by dean at 03:50 PM

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