Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
ONE WONDERS
Today is all the ones. 11.11.11. And also all the elevens. But I wonder what to do with this piece of numerology.
Click here for Three Dog Night (I can’t believe I actually wrote that.)
The secret word is Singularity
Thursday, November 10, 2011
SOME IMAGES ARE TOO GOOD NOT TO SHARE
As my convalesence continues this came from Some Girl…
"Black rhinos are bulky, earthbound animals—but lately, the lumbering pachyderms have taken part in some pretty impressive aerial acrobatics. Nineteen of the endangered rhinos have taken thousand-mile trips across South Africa while dangling upside down from helicopters." (Click here for the whole story and video)
Click here for Elvis
The secret word is Choppered
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
EVEN WHILE RECUPERATING FROM MY ALMOST NEARLY NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE I CAN’T HELP BUT REFLECT (Episode 3)…
I have been noticing the marked media reluctance to cover the Occupy movement, but this – from our local Brighton SchNEWS – is a winner…
“For a mainstream American TV network showing live aerial feed from a breaking news event, running out of helicopter fuel moments before it all finally kicks off may be regarded a misfortune. For two network choppers to run out simultaneously – well that looks like more than mere carelessness (apols. to Oscar Wilde). This strange turn of events is just what happened this week as two separate blind-eyes-in-the-sky, previously circling over the Occupy Oakland protests for ABC and CBS news, both suddenly cut transmissions and returned to base - citing a lack of gas. Minutes later the cops moved in and attacked the protesters with batons and teargas, from which reports of much unsavoury police brutality emerged. Americans were spared Arab Spring-style scenes of protest repression and only short clips later appeared on news broadcasts. Huge coincidence or state forces at work – you decide! Occupy’ers should always hold on to another Wilde-ism: “An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”
Click here for Marc
The secret word is Watching
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Thursday, November 03, 2011
EVEN WHILE RECUPERATING FROM MY ALMOST NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE I CAN’T HELP BUT REFLECT…
…how the banks and the stockbrokers and those who believe themselves our corporate masters threw a monumental and very expensive hissy fit when the Greek PM suggested actually consulting his people about what was going to be done to them.
Click here for Marilyn Manson
The secret word is Thinking
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I'M NOT DEAD
I posted this Facebook earlier this evening…
“Oh my friends and oh my foes (and the multitude between) I just spent ten days in the Royal Sussex Hospital with a collapsed lung and a mighty appreciation of socialized medicine. I’m back home now, taking fistfuls of meds and gradually recovering but I fear it will be a few more days before the ancient delinquent is back on the Doc40/Facebook hamster wheel.”
Click here for Adam Faith
The secret word is Soon
Friday, October 07, 2011
HOW GODZILLA SUNK THE TITANIC
I fear this is one of those days when I need to resort to visual images – but this is one hell of an image.
Click here for Bob
The secret words are Abandon and Ship
THE FROZDICK FAMILY
The efforts of Nefertiti Frozdick to integrate the principles of Nicola Tesla with those of Amon Ra were, to say the least, odd.
IN PLAIN TERMS
Since we’re saddled with a Blogger offensive content warning anyway, we might as well make good use of it and tell it exactly as it is.
Thursday, October 06, 2011
PIKACHU OUTED
I stole this from Dangerous Minds because it too good to pass up, plus I figured we all need to know the truth if Pikachu is indeed the Spawn of Satan. I spent too much TV time back in the 20th century trying to figure out Pokémon to really no avail. Now I apparently know I can only wonder I feel?
Bert Jansch -- RIP
REMEMBERING PROHIBITION
And talking about how I or it feels – and having lived under recreational drug prohibition for my entire long life, I have often wondered how it must have felt to wake up on that dire morning of January 16, 1919 and face the reality there was no more legal alcohol. Now our pals at Delancey Place fill us in…
"The streets of San Francisco were jammed. A frenzy of cars, trucks, wagons, and every other imaginable form of conveyance crisscrossed the town and battled its steepest hills. Porches, staircase landings, and sidewalks were piled high with boxes and crates delivered on the last possible day before trans- porting their contents would become illegal. The next morning, the Chronicle reported that people whose beer, liquor, and wine had not arrived by midnight were left to stand in their doorways 'with haggard faces and glittering eyes.' Just two weeks earlier, on the last New Year's Eve before Prohibition, frantic celebrations had convulsed the city's hotels and private clubs, its neighborhood taverns and wharf side saloons. It was a spasm of desperate joy fueled, said the Chronicle, by great quantities of 'bottled sunshine' liberated from 'cellars, club lockers, bank vaults, safety deposit boxes and other hiding places.' Now, on January 16, the sunshine was surrendering to darkness. ..."There were of course those who welcomed the day. The crusaders who had struggled for decades to place Prohibition in the Constitution celebrated with rallies and prayer sessions and ritual interments of effigies representing John Barleycorn, the symbolic proxy for alcohol's evils. No one marked the day as fervently as evangelist Billy Sunday, who conducted a revival meeting in Norfolk, Virginia. Ten thousand grateful people jammed Sunday's enormous tabernacle to hear him announce the death of liquor and reveal the advent of an earthly paradise. 'The reign of tears is over,' Sunday proclaimed. 'The slums will soon be only a memory. We will turn our prisons into factories and our jails into storehouses and corncribs. Men will walk upright now, women will smile, and the children will laugh. Hell will be forever for rent.” From Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition by Daniel Okrent (Scribner)
Click here for Amos Milburn
The secret word is Dry
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
OCCUPATION TIME
Dare we think this is finally the change?
“In 2009, President Obama told a group of 13 bankers "my administration is the only thing between you and the pitchforks." Now the pitchforks are being tuned. It hasn't escaped notice of the 99% that while 1,000 top officers were jailed after the Savings and Loan debacle, not a single bankers has been jailed for their role in collapsing the global economy. The only firm really punished in the entire affair was Lehman Brothers, allowed to fail by Bush's Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson. When Obama took over, he failed to crack down on Wall Street, he failed to even tag the Banksters as the culprits for the global economic meltdown. Rather he praised Goldman Sach's LLoyd Blankfein and JP Morgan Chase's Jamie Dimon as friends and "savvy businessmen." Into the void, stepped the GOP who made huge gains at the federal and state level in 2010. Never shy, the GOP stepped right up to name the culprits -- us. Now in states like Wisconsin, Ohio, Michigan, teachers, firefighters, nurses and other public workers are fighting for their lives -- in utter disbelief that they are being blamed as the cause of the economic downturn. The poor, the elderly and working families are being asked to pay more to close state budget shortfalls, while radical governors shell out billions in tax breaks. The young people in Zuccotti are standing up to say enough is enough.” (Click here for the whole story)
Click for Stones
The secret word is Maybe
Monday, October 03, 2011
AAAAAAAHH!
Click here for the Beatles
The secret word is Manyana
Sunday, October 02, 2011
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
As I slice the grapefruit and prepare to add the vodka, I have to ask myself – who are these people? Who are these bankers who are currently running round the USA seeking immunity for crimes neither revealed or investigated? Who are these people? Who are these brokers who hold the planetary economy to ransom by threatening crash the markets in a lemming-gavotte panic at the slightest whiff of some neo-Keynesian New Deal public deficit spending to create jobs, expand the tax base, and save capitalism? Who are these people? Who are these Eurocrats who seem more than happy to allow entire countries to fall apart and let Greek children go without health care and education in the name of some semantic absurdity called fiscal restraint? Who are these people? Who are these people who unlike the rest of us feel no loyalty to kith, kin, country, species, or the world in which they expect to live with rest of as we are consigned to pauper hell? Who are these people? Who are these people who are prepared to served no cause beyond their own monumental, obscene, but increasingly abstract greed? Who are these people? Will someone point them out to me so we can drag them behind the bicycle sheds and fire 9mm hollow-point slugs from a handy handgun into the backs of their worthless skulls?
Click here for Tom Waits
The secret word is Insurrection
THE FROZDICK FAMILY
Messalina Frozdick was afraid of just about everything and thus voted Republican.
Saturday, October 01, 2011
THE WELCOME WAGON
It may kill you but it sure can be a fruit jar fill o’ fun while it’s doing it.
Click here for George Jones and don’t miss tomorrow’s Sunday breakfast
The secret word is Rotgut
Friday, September 30, 2011
THE ROLLER COASTER OF DEATH
Actually the picture is of a relatively harmless ride. So far the Euthanasia Coaster only exists as a diagram. See below.
“The Euthanasia Coaster, designed by London's Royal College of Art's student Julijonas Urbonas, lets you ride the last ride of your life. Literally. The three-minute ride involves a long, slow, climb -- nearly a third of a mile long -- that lifts one up to a height of more than 1,600 feet, followed by a massive fall and seven strategically sized and placed loops. The final descent and series of loops take all of one minute. But the gravitational force -- 10 Gs -- from the spinning loops at 223 miles per hour in that single minute is lethal. According to Urbonas, the "Euthanasia Coaster is a hypothetic euthanasia machine in the form of a roller coaster, engineered to humanely -- with elegance and euphoria -- take the life of a human being." Euthanasia Coaster isn't simply meant to be about death. Urbonas sees it as both an intellectual and artful departure from the world, one that isn't about the paperwork and medical issues of the current euthanasia system. The few places where voluntary euthanasia is legal include: Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Switzerland, and the U.S. states of Oregon and Washington. "There is no special ritual, nor is death given special meaning except that of the legal procedures and psychological preparation. It is like death is divorced from our cultural life…" Urbonas writes. "…But if it is already legal, why not to make it more meaningful?"
Click here for Billy Idol
The secret word is Mercy
Thursday, September 29, 2011
EVEN THOUGH I’VE MOVED BACK TO THE UK I STILL LOVE ELIZABETH WARREN
She is currently running for a Democratic Senate seat in Massachusetts. I just hope democracy holds up for her.
Click here for Jackie Wilson
Click here for some ways and means of resistance (Supplied by our pal Nicola N-B)
The secret word is Simplicity
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
WHEN REALITY TEETERS ON THE BRINK OF HALLUCINATION
Physical recovery is somewhat akin to climbing the smooth sides of a deep and badly lit conical pit in which one is never totally certain any given object or concept is quite what it appears and slipping back is always a possibility. Especially when pit is in the realm of King Ognik.
Click here for the Move
The secret word is Handhold
Sunday, September 25, 2011
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
“An intra-Lilliputian quarrel which involved a quarrel over the practice of breaking eggs. Formerly, in Lilliput, all eggs were broken on the larger end; but a few generations in the past, an Emperor of Lilliput had decreed that all eggs be broken on the smaller end. The differences between Big-Endians (those who broke their eggs at the larger end) and Little-Endians had given rise to "six rebellions... wherein one Emperor lost his life, and another his crown".
Click here for Uncle Bill Burroughs on the drums.
The secret word is Lucozade
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