from the archives: July 17, 2009
A few years back, India posted about photographer Lillian Bassman.
Bassman died on Monday, February 13 at her home in Manhattan. She was 94.
Repost of a Post Past
Going down the rabbit-hole of Cece’s post. Great rememberies here, following “flockers.”
Life in a Day
Any of you watched Life in a Day? I watched it this afternoon as part of my Funemployment. I liked it, put together by many, “directed” by the Scott brothers (Ridley and Tony). I’d like to see other directors take the 4,500 hours of video submitted and do their own take. A sort of “Aristocrats” for directors.
I put a post up before it happened. I didn’t see anyone familiar in the film.
from the archives/from the comments
April 27, 2007: Manah Manah.
(Move along. Nothing to see.)
from the archives: August 25, 2009
Driftless: Stories from Iowa By Danny Wilcox Frazier:
Life in Iowa can be punishing. Many Iowans expend their lives sweating over soil and spilling the blood of livestock; they endure the hardships associated with a life inextricably bound to the ups and downs of nature. Today, those challenges and a shift in our nation’s economy have pushed the youth of rural communities to migrate to the metropolises of America. Those left in the wake of this out-migration continue their lives, seemingly unchanged from the generations that preceded them, and entombed in obscurity.
from the archives: April 28, 2006
I always wondered why Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown decided to visit Israel and hang out with Ariel Sharon. Tonight, while eating Country Fried Kalebone™ at phATLanta’s Soul Vegetarian restaurant on N. Highland Avenue, I finally found the answer.
from the archives: June 26, 2008
Turns out they are strange animals:
Sneezing that is nothing to worry about:
Did you know that goats use the sneeze sound as an alarm? They use a sneeze to warn each other of danger (be it actually real or imagined). Young goats sneeze as part of their play. If you watch your goats you will begin to notice their use of the sneeze sound.
Goats sneeze sometimes when you give them alfalfa hay. Who knows why? It’s just their way of saying “I like alfalfa!”
from the comments
It’s important to do good work. But also to be doing THE good work. And I don’t mean that in a religious sense (obviously, because when do I do that?) I mean that in the way that you choose your projects because you want the next door to be even more magnificent than the last. So, can you tell if one door might have a unicorn as opposed to a used car?
from the comments
Olfuctory has some fucumference to it, word-wise.
from the archives: June 29, 2006
Radiographer (Perry Blake Now Owes Me $156):
My final was yesterday, orientation for the next semester is tomorrow, and today, with no plans, I sat around and was bored, that is, until I read a review of the Adam Sandler film “Click”. Memories started flooding me from my old life in Hollywood. I had to see the film because there were a few things I had to know.
from the archives: October 15, 2008
The Flaming Squirrel: A Mixological Remembrance:
The Flaming Squirrel
3 oz Canadian whiskey
1 oz Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
2 dashes orange bitters
2 dashes Angostura bitters
overproof rum and orange peel for garnishCombine whiskey (for fuzzy warmth), Frangelico (for general nuttiness) and bitters (for the tragedy of existence, &c.) in a rocks glass. Stir. Dip a wide slice of orange zest in overproof rum. Ignite over glass–when you burn your fingers, don’t come crying to me. Drop flaming zest into glass; garnish appropriately–orange peel squirrel tail charred under the broiler, mine.
Procure eye dropper. “And one for my little homie…”
from the archives: July 20, 2007
Deron challenged us to put forth our worst. He whipped our sorry asses.
Update. Deron to Amanda Mae: Did you get my head shot?
from the comments (a long time ago)
I read a story long ago — I think it was in Witness or maybe Grand Street — that was about a small town in Germany during the second world war that did its duty and camouflaged a defunct vegetable canning factory. The factory was out at the far edge of town, and the idea was to tempt allied bombers to drop bombs on a worthless target, which would reduce the number of bombs headed for “important” cities. One night a person who lived near the factory was awakened by a muffled crashing sound. At first light everybody went to investigate, and they discovered that a huge log had been dropped directly on the factory. It was roughly carved into the shape of a bomb, and carved into the side of it was the word: BOOM! The people all shook their heads in wonder that anybody would go to the trouble to do such a thing, and one of them said, “Good God, what sort of people are we dealing with here?!” I have thought since reading this that perhaps the only redeeming feature of Americans is the fact that we value a bizarre sense of humor.
So
Remember when Phil posted a weird rap battle video, and then I said it was in response to this guy who may or may not have been inspired by the first guy’s first video about tea, which was even more awesome?
Well, some guy at a blog I’ve never heard of wrote an article about them.
from the archives: February 2, 2007
Mesdames et messieurs, je vous présente Les Chauds Lapins:
(Clickez sur la photo; you can also see the video more crappily, at MySpace.)Why yes, since you asked–those are banjo ukuleles. Aren’t they the cutest things?
Les Chauds Lapins means literally, ‘the hot rabbits.’ Figuratively it means someone who is always turned on sexually. Usually, it refers to the guys who are always hitting on girls. This music will cause you to recklessly try your luck.
A thirteen-track album is apparently “‘in the can’ as they say.” And if you, as I do, enjoy Meg Reichardt’s singing, you may also like her band The Roulette Sisters.
(No, I do not know these people.)
And today, March 24, 2011, Les Chauds Lapins live in the studio on WNYC’s Soundcheck.
from the archives: April 10, 2008
That does it. This is it. 1979 marked some kind of something, the likes of which we may never again witness.
Published in 1979: India’s brilliant How to Care for a Guinea Pig.
I can never get enough of this.
from the archives: May 3, 2008
Update: Okay, let’s try this.
See also: rear-wheel drive luxury.
from the archives: March 18, 2010
Damn, this was fine.
Like you’d expect, it started out good and the comments made it all more betterer.
searching for the house of Ruben Bustes
Daryl, Sheila and I saw something today we think is the setting for a story. Driving through an old Oak Cliff neighborhood, looking for the house of Ruben Bustes (that’s a story in itself), we came across a one story ranch on a corner lot. The back was fenced with low chain link fortified inside with cactus. Inside the yard was another fence, also fortified with cactus, that housed a small dog house. I think that’s all we’ve got. Please tell us what it means.
from the archives: July 7, 2008
all of the lyrics to Kyu Sakamoto’s “Ue wo muite arukou” (released as “Sukiyaki” in the United States, where for three weeks in 1963 it was at the top of Billboard‘s Pop chart).
Great video.
from the archives: April 29, 2008
It’s the comments that make it.
No, no, no. Dr Pepper.
Q: I have 2 commemorative cans of Dr. Pepper. One is full of soda and one is empty. The archives of Abilene Christian University would like to keep both cans. Can anyone offer advice regarding safe housing and storage of the Dr. Pepper cans?
A: Try the Dr. Pepper Museum people.
(From the Archives & Archivists List)
from the archives: July 25, 2007
The loose-meat concept was introduced to clusterflock in 2007, when Michael Grant Smith declared that
I just want to eat moist crumbly sandwiches at a funky little joint that uses residential-style screen doors to block out houseflies and time.
and that What you need is a loose-meat sandwich.
The year 2008 saw a revival of the topic in the form of my Open Letter to Michael Grant Smith and Kathy Hilen-Smith and Kathy’s invitation to Join us at Maid-Rite.
from the archives: January 8, 2007
I just watched the amazing and captivating Le Mans, featuring Steve McQueen and tons of racing. Someone needs to convince me not to purchase this jacket.
from the archives: September 26, 2006
Radiographer (and the Donkey Show Analogy)
My French-Algerian anatomy professor was discussing certain enzymes and how they are specific to certain tasks and therefore incompatible with others.
To elucidate this point, he asked if anyone in class had been to Laredo. A shy 18-year-old girl innocently answered yes.
And then the instructor began discussing the mythic donkey sex show to prove that, yes, some things are incompatible . . .
(There were several people separately muttering, “Oh, no, he didn’t . . . ” )
Yeah, did I say that he is my favorite teacher of all time? 8 am classes are like splashes of cold water, invigorating me for the day. Though you would think it would be a cold shower that I would need after class, somehow the experience is just the opposite.
from the archives: March 25, 2007
Arcade Fire meet Sergio Leone. Both benefit.
Hat-tip Three O’Clock in the Morning. Incidentally, emawkc is soliciting comments on the “art” (if any there is) of the mash-up. Opine there or here, if you wish.
(Ooh. Some people got kind of wrought up.)
