I’m watching Jesus Camp; and it’s about the most alarming thing I’ve ever seen.
Category: goatee-stroking musing, or something
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pigs!
Kunekune are very cute. Quite stubby.
(and this boar snoozing amongst the apples is a picture of contentment.)
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ich bin ein hamburger
In New Hamburg, they do things differently. They still have the winter ‘Snowman Suicide Pact‘ cups at Tim’s …
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I’m not so sure
I got the feeling that quite a few people at the Daniel Johnston gig last night weren’t there for the music, but were just there to see what he’d do.
I quite like his music (I was more there to hear McCa) and I’m glad he’s making a living from it, but he’s clearly not doing too well on stage. Random playing, forgetting the words or tune, massive tremor while he was singing, complaining of being tired — he’s not well. I felt particularly sorry for him when his keyboard mic kept slipping lower and lower, and he had to hunch down to sing into it; no stage crew came out to help him.
I had to leave early. Too many of the crowd were there to laugh at him, I felt.
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mystery profile
On a windowsill towards the rear of TTC streetcar #4106, there is a paint chip in exactly the profile of Afrika Bambaataa circa ‘Planet Rock’. You may begin to worship …
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no wonder it didn’t drain
Witness this opened-up downpipe I hacked out the weekend:
 That’s a solid plug of roots that had grown about 20cm up. There was also no discernible drain at the bottom of the pipe, so it was basically just dumping into the flowerbed.
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strange seminar thoughts
Questions at this seminar are being taken on index cards. I’m just waiting for a moderator to say: “… and our next question is – a very nice little drawing of a cat” (holds up card, delegates go awww).
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Aye, but ah kent yir faither …
Craig Ferguson’s Between the Bridge & the River is better than I expected. It’s a long way from live at the Tron, eh?
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happy easter, with apologies to Irving Berlin
In Your Easter Vomit
by Peter Stampfel & Antonia, circa 1970sin your easter vomit with all the flies upon it
you’ll be the drunkest wino in the easter parade
you’ll be all hung over and when they roll you over
you’ll be the rankest wino in the easter paradeon the avenue tenth avenue the
photographer will snap us and he’ll say that
you’re like a pile of manurefifty pounds of comet
could not remove the vomit
and all the flies you’re wearing
to the easter paradeHappy Easter … and remember, don’t eat the little “eggs” the bunny leaves on the lawn.
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yum
I think that the Freshwood Grill (293 Roncesvalles – freshwoodgrill.com) could just be my new favourite restaurant.
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dove on the line
A mourning dove sits on the CN rail. It watches me. I watch it. We have an understanding.
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a poem I’ve been trying to memorize for years
When tiger-men sat their mercurial coursers,
Hauled into shuddering arches the proud fibre
Of head and throat, sank spurs, and trod on air—
I was not there. …When clamorous centaurs thundered to the rain-pools,
Shattered with their fierce hooves the silent mirrors,
When glittering drops clung to their beards and hair—
I was not there. …When through a blood-dark dawn a man with antlers
Cried, and throughout the day the echoes suffered
His agony and died in evening air—
I was not there. …— Mervyn Peake
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syndactyls, revolt!
I used to be devoted to Vibram soles on my boots, but now I’m not so sure. Vibram fivefingers are an affront to my people, the syndactyls.
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that would be wonderful
In my Ephemera gallery, I have this image:
I scanned it years ago from the magazine Strange Things Are Happening, which was a short-lived publication from Phil Smee’s insanely great Bam Caruso record label. It was attached to an article about early SoCal punks The Weirdos. It never actually said if it was one of their flyers or posters.
Since Francky, Ellen and Linda want a better quality version of it, there’s the 300 dpi PNG linked above, plus a couple of vectorized versions I produced: World Full of Weirdos (PDF), World Full of Weirdos (EPS).
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my half-baked idea
Smart Microwave: Microwave turntable remembers start position, and either adjusts rotation speed so it ends up where it started, or continues turning after the cooking stops, so it ends up where it started.
Anyone who’s ever reheated a beverage, and pawed frantically at the superheated vessel to try and get the handle in a reachable position – this one’s for you.
