Thelonius Sphere Monk, Pepper's Pizza, Chapel Hill, NC

New social linking site

send URLs through sendreader and it creates a score based on how many people see it, how close you are to the center of the network. craigslist design. takes a little work to get into, but valuable for people who send out a lot of links. also creates high scores to see who is best at sending links and what is most popular.

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Giorgio Moroder - Tears -- used in dj shadow's organ donor


Milk Poster

I liked this movie okay but not this poster. Viewing it at full size at my local independent theater, it struck me that this is Sean Penn's "Jewish" face, which is intended as a smile and registers somewhere between a grimace and a sneer.

Happy Holidays

Ill Pixils


"I dreamt that it was night and that I was lying in bed. (My bed stood with its foot towards the window; in front of the window there was a row of old walnut trees. I know it was winter when I had the dream, and night-time.) Suddenly the window opened of its own accord, and I was terrified to see that some white wolves were sitting on the big walnut tree in front of the window. There were six or seven of them. The wolves were quite white, and looked more like foxes or sheep-dogs, for they had big tails like foxes and they had their ears pricked like dogs when they pay attention to something. In great terror, evidently of being eaten up by the wolves, I screamed and woke up. My nurse hurried to my bed, to see what had happened to me. It took quite a long while before I was convinced that it had only been a dream; I had had such a clear and life-like picture of the window opening and the wolves sitting on the tree. At last I grew quieter, felt as though I had escaped from some danger, and went to sleep again." (Freud 1918)




Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of
traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat
breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled
lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is
breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have
been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone,
and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody
Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage,
bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a
quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key
lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…. Right, and
there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a
notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good
music…. All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and
preferably stone naked.

hunter s thompson

Woolf on Ulysses

Woolf’s 6 September 1922 Diary entry:

“I finished Ulysses, & think it a misfire. Genius it has I think; but of the inferior water. The book is diffuse. It is brackish. It is pretentious. It is underbred, not only in the obvious sense, but in the literary sense.”


1. fuckshow

The highest level of absolute fiasco. An event or process where NOTHING goes right.

The war in Iraq is a total fuckshow.


Heavy Barrel -- circa 1987

This one I spent hours on and never beat. I found it miraculous that this was one of the few games that I had both seen in the arcades and was available for the Apple II. In the days before home-brewed porting of NES games, kids like me had to dream about what it would be like to play Super Mario Brothers at home. In Heavy Barrel, you had to collect pieces of this ultimate weapon, the Heavy Barrel, that you would need to defeat the final boss (your progress in picking up those pieces is depicted in the lower right corner of the video below). i never made it far enough to complete the Heavy Barrel, but i see from the clip (~10:11) that it was not quite as awesome as my 9-year self fantasized.

Heavy Barrel - Cabinet Image


I spent many hours playing this game on my Apple IIC back in the day.



The song ("Nas is Like") also contains scratched samples from Nas' 1994 song "It Ain't Hard to Tell". In the 14 Deadly Secrets by DJ Premier, Primo said:

This shit is crazy : the day I made this record, I was at my house in Long Island, and I found this old record that I was gonna throw away. It was a ten inch record from a Lutheran church. And it was pink with a black fish on it. And I was gonna throw it in the garbage, 'cuz it didn't look like it had anything hot on it. But somethin' told me "before you throw it away, put it on the turntable, see if you can find something on it".

And I found that sample of Nas is like, and I broke it into 3 parts, scratched it live to the drumbeat that I already had, with the little chirpin' birds and from there, nas is like was born, man...



Adorno / Lazarsfeld

As Rolf Wiggershaus recounts in The Frankfurt School, Its History, Theories and Political Significance (MIT 1995):

Lazarsfeld was the director of a project, funded and inspired by David Sarnoff (the head of RCA), to discover both the sort of music that listeners of radio liked and ways to improve their "taste", so that RCA could profitably air more classical music...Sarnoff was, it appears, genuinely concerned with the low level of taste in this era of "Especially for You" and other forgotten hits, but needed assurance that RCA could viably air opera on Saturday afternoons. Lazarsfeld, however, had trouble both with the prose style of the work Adorno handed in and what Lazarsfeld thought was Adorno's habit of "jumping to conclusions" without being willing to do the scut work of collecting data.

Bruce LaBruce spotted on campus.