Tree Goats

2007-01-06T04:43:00.001-05:00

Sorry, blogger-template! There is no stopping them.

Greetings from America!

2006-08-31T21:31:00.000-05:00

Do you miss us yet?

Korean Psych Folk

2006-07-11T19:51:00.000-05:00

A real score for me. My first Korean "classic rock" album. The guitarist, Shin Jung Hyun (the Korean Jimi Hendrix!), really makes the record. Enjoy.

Like a bird that flew...

2006-07-01T16:33:00.000-05:00

A doffing of the SniffBlog cap to the Tambourine Man himself.

This fellow's got the goods on Mr. Zimmerman's radio gig. Just keep scrolling down....

Plus: A classic album, a recent live rendition of the first song, and a few unrelated bonuses -- in the kitty.

Forever Hasn't Happened Yet

2006-06-01T19:30:00.000-05:00

In the exchange. I haven't taken to Mr. Doe's previous albums, nor have I listened to much by his old band (X), but he really hit it with this album. Neko Case and Kristin Hersh are on here, too.

Well, hello Sir!

2006-05-22T00:40:00.000-05:00

I bring you a (new!) lil' goody from Hoboken's finest:

Beanbag Chair

Alas, Prindle takes his axe to them. Well, almost.

So tomorrow was a few days coming

2006-03-17T20:20:00.000-05:00

The Ambassadors. Track 7. In the kitty.

What a dour looking old man. It must be the weight of his knowledge of the Soul's petty interior resting on the tired crown of a head as smooth as a grape -- a knowledge which, once told, weighs not one milligram less than it did the moment of first discovery in that well-worn drawing room on Beacon Street, just a dancing step from the shadow of the building privileged enough to be New England's first golden-domed house of governance; a privilege (that of it's being the first) which affords it only the honor of its being the first, also, to begin the languorous process of decay.

Shalimar

2006-03-13T21:38:00.000-05:00

Yikes! It's hard to dig up good photos from this thing on Google. All the top spots are taken up by a mutant(!) or a perfume (incidentally, it's also the name of one of the half dozen Indian restaurants in Central Square). But I finally dug up the above, most enticing photo-jumble. The scene pictured in the bottom left is worth a Netflix credit on its own. But it's really about the total package, music included -- perhaps especially, which is how I came to search out the movie in the first place. They're in the pot.

BigDog

2006-01-28T12:18:00.000-05:00

I am dancing again OH - OOOH - OH! OH - OOOH - OH!

2005-10-04T19:35:00.000-05:00

In the exchange.

2005-10-02T02:17:00.000-05:00

Also this.

... the whole basket.

Whoa!

"The demands of the modern age require new concepts..."

2005-09-24T11:08:00.000-05:00

2005-09-24T10:47:00.000-05:00

This must be what jail is like!

2005-09-24T10:36:00.000-05:00

"This relatively crime-free community saw its share of uncommon developments in 2004, beginning with the theft of a life-size statue of a woman during the Northern Virginia Fine Arts Festival [at the Reston Town Center] in May. The missing sculpture of a scantily clad young woman was found in June.

Then, in October, someone took Bob Simon's bronze statue from its bench seat at Lake Anne Village Center and set it to rest by a small canal just past Simon's real home at Heron House. The statue, a gift to Reston unveiled on Founder's Day last spring, was recently returned to its seat next to Lake Anne."

link

Aw yeah, C. S.!

2005-09-22T22:12:00.000-05:00

"The trouble is that honest and wholesome poetry is utterly inadequate for the themes that Spenser is attempting. You cannot carry a reader beyond the flaming bounds of space and time simply by sincerity and conscientious workmanship. Poetry that deals with such towering conceptions as these must be either a continuous blaze of dazzling splendours or else fail completely. Great subjects do not make great poems; usually, indeed, the reverse".

35 (Celsius) in the Shade is Ninety-Fucking-Five Fahrenheit!

2005-09-21T19:19:00.000-05:00

Got 'em now, man. Dope, dope, thanx!

In exchange, a pre-Electric interview with Mr. Prindle.

- P

Tell it like that, C.S.!

2005-09-20T21:46:00.000-05:00

"It has, of course, been suggested that Henry VIII (that hard-worked whipping boy) was responsible for the Drab Age by cutting off the heads of scholars and poets. But who (save Surrey) were the promising poets that he killed? It is not clear that our poetry would be much the poorer if he had beheaded nearly every writer mentioned in this chapter."

"The whole neighborhood out his way is talking about it."

2005-09-20T19:13:00.000-05:00

There seems no end to the "hot shit" that WFMU's blog puts out every day. Naturally, some of it has to do with outer space. Here's just one example Newsflash: Roswell!, along with a smidgen of other pertinent news. Hearing this, one might be moved to question whether Area 51 is, in fact, a red herring. Might we have better luck poking around in Ohio?(!)

Music for our investigatory road trip provided by the Peter Thomas Sound Orchestra.
Space Patrol
Der Gorila Von Soho

Mission control!

2005-09-10T08:49:00.000-05:00

I'd been hastily recruited for an impromptu space flight. Hours before launch, a tiny sore appeared above my right eye. It gradually widened to become a small mouth (about an inch-and-a-half wide) complete with tiny, miniature teeth. Nobody really seemed to care but me. Fortunately, it sealed up again in time for my preparatory visit to the Space Museum. As I awoke, you (Ryan), Jennifer, and I were on the verge of ditching the lame-ass tour.

Football Season Is Over

2005-09-08T11:58:00.000-05:00

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt." - Hunter S. Thompson

2005-09-06T00:42:00.000-05:00

C. S. Lewis on Thomas More:

"He cannot denounce like a prophet; he can only scold and grumble like a father in an old-fashioned comedy."

... on Alexander Barclay:

"Barclay's Egloges are, like the rest of Barclay, bad."

2005-09-06T00:19:00.000-05:00

From English Literature in the Sixteenth Century, by C. S. Lewis:

"But against what seems to us this fantastic artificiality in their [Tudor-era] education we must set the fact that every boy, out of school, without noticing it, then acquired a range of knowledge such as no boy has today; farriery, forestry, archery, hawking, sowing, ditching, thatching, brewing, baking, weaving, and practical astronomy. This concrete knowledge, mixed with their law, rhetoric, theology, and mythology, bred an outlook very different from our own. Highest abstractions and rarified artifices jostled the earthiest particulars. They would have found it very hard to understand the modern educated man who, though 'interested in astronomy', knows neither who the Pleiades were nor where to look for them in the sky. They talked more readily than we about large universals such as death, change, fortune, friendship, or salvation; but also about pigs, loaves, boots and boats. The mind darted more easily to and fro between heaven and earth: the cloud of middle generalizations, hanging between the two, was then much smaller. Hence, as it seems to us, both the naivety and energy of their writing ... They talk something like angels and something like sailors and stable-boys; never like civil servants or writers of leading articles."

Einstein's manuscripts...

2005-08-21T01:33:00.000-05:00

Don't let it get to your head, sir!

2005-08-21T01:31:00.000-05:00

2005-08-15T00:18:00.000-05:00

My man Prindle likes it!

2005-08-03T17:48:00.000-05:00

2005-04-18T00:25:00.000-05:00

''Develops an interest in the Antarctic.''

"Their admirable Nature. . ."

2005-04-03T18:27:00.000-05:00

"Written out of Experience"
. . .unlike this.
But it looks like this guy
believed Topsell, though he seems skeptical of much else.

bitistics

2005-04-03T00:15:00.000-05:00

This is what it'll look like, I guess, when computers start printing out - in 3D - the distilled thoughts of the philosophers.

Do I still have a crush on this little bald Pole?

Yes I do.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2005-03-31T10:29:00.000-05:00

I suppose I'm a little behind. I'm planning a sniffblog weekend spectacular, though. I imagine it will have very little to do with robots, so I figured I'd throw one in now.

2005-02-17T17:34:00.000-05:00

Whoa.

2005-02-16T16:42:00.000-05:00

2005-01-28T20:39:00.000-05:00

It's more ominous when he says it. . .

2005-01-15T14:28:00.000-05:00

2005-01-08T13:20:00.000-05:00

2004-12-05T23:14:00.001-05:00

2004-11-30T19:54:00.000-05:00

2004-11-26T19:19:00.000-05:00

2004-11-21T16:22:00.000-05:00

On An Errand For YoYoDyne

2004-11-21T16:19:00.000-05:00

Not but a few days ago - a wiry little deliveryman pushes a handcart stacked with lard through the streets of Chinatown. He deftly negotiates the leavings of a dangerous scuffle between two vagrants: the bloody and gasping body of the loser, and the crowd that fills the space left by the prompt absence of the victor.

Electric Eel Shock - Rock 'n' Roll Can Rescue the World