Hammond Eggs
This girl just bought her second Hammond Organ of the year. The first one I bought is better in many ways, the pedals don’t work though, and the wiring is faulty and I am constantly back there jiggling wires and playing around with electric currents. If I had to guess, it was manufactured in the late sixties or very early seventies. This second one, judging from the intrepid font choices on the face, is very very late seventies. Everything works perfectly, but part of me felt guilty for ooh-ing over the faultless tones. Who doesn’t love a little static-y rotating buzz with their early morning Organ session?
There isn’t really room for dualing organs in my room, so I shall have to move the sewing station. No more organs this year. Unless I find a B-3 lying around, so I should be safe.
Nuptials
My brother’s getting hitched this weekend so we’re out of town till Monday. Blogging (from me) may be spotty. Enjoy yourselves.
It’s true. Sarah Palin is in a corn maze.
Sarah Palin is in a corn maze. This does not mean that Sarah Palin is actually in a corn maze, but that there is a corn maze made to look like Sarah Palin. You have to be looking down on the maze and not in it in order to see the likeness.
Courtesy of Jamie Rhein at Gadling.
spoiler alert
The Washington Post’s Chris Cillizza notes that an ad proclaiming “McCain wins debate!” was already running on the Wall Street Journal’s Web site Friday morning. (A screen shot of the page can be seen here.) The reader who tipped Cillizza also saw a second ad that contained a quote from McCain campaign manager Rick Davis: “McCain won the debate — hands down.”
via Salon
fuck
I just zipped “myself”.
September elimae
The new issue of elimae is now posted.
There are multitudinous
ways in which Ray Davies and I differ, but not least among them is that I do not “got a big fat mama trying to break me.”
Devil Take the Hindmost
Done made that last payment on the 2005 Honda Element. Ain’t no repo man can toss me off’n my tailgate now. Finance company done sent me the title and everything.
Still a lien on my soul but I got me a man working on a real sweet deal.
What Mia Just Said
I’ve had a bug bite on my butt since I was five.
fyi
I’m washing my keyboard.
What Cindy Just Called Her
Alaskan King Cunt
programming note
Amy and I are having our floors done tomorrow so we are moving everything out of the house today. I don’t know how reliable our internet connection will be for the next few days so y’all have fun and we’ll be in touch sporadically.
Associated Press calls Lieberman a prick
Typo? Not in my book.
After focusing on Obama, the article discusses several possible McCain picks, and relates, “His top contenders are said to include Minnesota Gov. Tim Pawlenty and former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney. Less traditional choices mentioned include former Pennsylvania Gov. Tom Ridge, an abortion-rights supporter, and Connecticut Sen. Joe Lieberman, the Democratic vice presidential prick in 2000 who now is an independent.”
Waste–a Novel by Eugene Marten–Is One You Need to Read
Many Flockers will know Eugene Marten’s work already, having seen it at elimae and elsewhere–or perhaps having had the great pleasure of reading his remarkable novel In the Blind ( Turtle Point Press, 2003). This short novel, Waste, which was the first of his longer works I read, is now available from ellipsis press. I hope you will follow the link and read all of the praise this book has received. I just received two copies today and will soon be buying more to hand out all around.
(Goofus) Lena on the Prowl (Once More) (Part One)
Lena (The Goofus, my glamorous feline star with a flair for physical comedy) took dreadfully ill a few days back, but she is now on the mend and (albeit in a weak and shaky fashion) back on the prowl.
This from Cooper Renner, who imagines it as sung perhaps by Exuma (The Obeah Man):
Goofus Lena on the prowl
Make the possum yip and howl
Goofus Lena bare her claw
This is Jungle she is law
New elimae
The August elimae is now posted.
Erotic Magic Workshop
There’ll be workshops, after a fashion, at clusterflockstock, and this is by way of “drumming up” interest in a “workshop” I plan to offer.
“Content” is still “in development”, but I have privately shared with a couple of my fellow ‘flockers a description of my newly invented “Gettin’ It On Ritual” (the core of my Erotic Magic Workshop), and responses have been positive. To share the details in a public forum would only cheapen and coarsen something already crude and vulgar, so I invite those of you planning to attend clusterflockstock to “pencil in” my Erotic Magic Workshop.
Exact time and location will be announced at the event itself when I holler, “Hey, y’all, I’m fixin’ to show my Gettin’ It On Ritual! . . . (Yeah, that’s okay. If you’re still workin’ on your barbecue, just bring it with you.)”
A Public Apology to Mr Phil “Terrorkitten” Bebbington,
whose witty and tongue-in-cheek comment on my Show and Tell: Ephemera (I) post I undermined by my tone-deaf follow-up comments.
Mr Bebbington’s comment was clever and (moderately) subtle and English. My response was that of an American chick with an intellect subtle as a flying mallet.
“Hunh? Whaddya mean? Whaddya talkin’ about? I don’t GET it!”
Mr Bebbington, I apologize for having lowered the tone of discourse, and I do hope we will be seeing you* ’round these parts again soon.
With profound respect, I remain
Sheila Ryan
“Born that way and had a relapse”
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* Reference to tag line featured regularly in The Prisoner, the television series starring and co-created by Patrick McGoohan. Well-loved by Anglophiliac American chicks.
I’m Taking Back The Flag
It’s not like they were using it. Not well, at least. They printed it on their pro-war bumper stickers. Flew it above their secret prisons. Pinned it to the lapels of their torturers. For years, it was thrown in my face, the emblem of What’s Wrong With You Son and Love It Or Get Out.
The sight of it made me sick.
No more. I’m taking back the flag. Because, I have come to realize, there are more of us than there are of them. And this will fly over the future we create.
Happy Anniversary?
I believe that a certain flocker enjoyed an anniversary yesterday …
Update: The Ladder Caper
About that ladder I spoke of thieving last night: The caper has been postponed till the weekend. We have our reasons.
Saint Louis Bloggers
If you are a Saint Louis blogger then drop a link to your site in the comments for me. Or, if you prefer anonymity, email me at andrew.simone@gmail.com. I may want to contact you in the future for a project.
This goes double if you are a lover of arts, culture, and/or music.
New website for designers reaching directors
The body of this post has been deleted. We don’t mind people promoting themselves, or even their products. We would prefer that if the Christopher Walken account is used for this purpose, some effort be made to engage the clusterflock audience and to come across as a person who values the site.
Copying and pasting marketing text isn’t what we would suggest.
Update: Savannah writes:
Hi there,
I’m Savannah, founder of veaux.org
I understand completely wanting to remove us due to the marketing of veaux. The last thing I would want is for people to feel that they are being bombarded with marketers or something that might seem like spam. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure what the protocol for blogging really meant. For that I really apologize. If I knew differently, I would have gone about it much differently.
Veaux is something that I created to want to help emerging artists become known in the marketplace and to connect with each other and get work in the process. It’s something I truly believe in and so does the veaux team. The team is very passionate to make Veaux a successful venue for these artists. I don’t want my mistake to take away from that.
If you look at the site and feel that it isn’t what clusterflock or any other blog site wants to post, I understand. If you like it, I would…well…we would like another chance.
My sincerest apologies,
Savannah
“I Am the Walrus”
Deron’s recent letter to Jesus concerning the identity (or identities) of clusterflock commenter Jandek calls to mind statements made to the press in the wake of the recent alleged outing of Banksy. I summarize.
“Banksy is not my son. Banksy is not Robin Gunningham. Robin Gunningham is not my son. I have no son. I am not Pamela Gunningham.”
I’m Getting An iPhone, Y’all!
Wow! My staff just presented me with a gift card for a 3G, 16gb iPhone for my upcoming birthday. Is that cool, or what?