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5 Things I learned on my vacation

*Columbus is the place to be this week.  Kerry with Springsteen on Thursday, Michael Moore on Saturday, everyday a nice person with a clip board wants to talk to me. I hope this doesn't backfire. On Saturday there was an OSU game and most out of towners who were canvassing must of run into passionate fans watching the game. They might of yelled back, "Stop asking me if I'm undecided!"

* I found out my postman is a smoking hot postwoman. She's like young Vivica Fox that always wears pointy edged sunglasses and smiles like she might be high. She can hand you a stack a bills and still make you swoon.

* I met all my retired neighbors who are out and about between nine to five.  That's "their" time.

* All the good deals are in the afternoon. From teriyaki chicken to thrift store shirts, to 33 rpm records to matinee cinema, the sunny afternoon rules. Why do I spend these behind walls without windows, with a machine giving me orders? Oh yeah, rent. Look at what I got for $20:

* I decided that when I have time off, I must reach my inner "dopey kid on summer vacation".  One needs to learn how to play, dance, and laugh again. I recommend Aqua Team Hunger Force, Dr. Who, South Park, Mystery Science Theater, and especially comedies. Seeing 3 foot wide eyed Spidermen on Halloween and puppies playing in piles of leaves seems to melt stress away. Back to work tomorrow which means I have to get up at 4:35 a.m.  Away to sleepytown.

>>))}*>  Pointer Sisters - Yes We Can Can   VOTE FOR YOUR BEST INTEREST!

vintage political games

Found a novelty game from the seventies.  Back went Nixon was paranoid and our troops went through hell for no good reason. Just like now! 
  So here's my October surprise scenario: first Bin Laden makes a new tape, then a reporter recognizes the other voice on the tape, then that  leads to clues. On Monday, we put all the pieces together and capture him. On Tuesday, mission accomplished for Bush.
Will we fall for it?      Possibly....probably.... sure we will.

>>]]}*> Secret Machines - Nowhere Again

John Peel, my hero

1939-2004
Peel, 65, was one of Britain's original pirate radio disc jockeys in the 1960s, broadcasting from ships anchored just outside British waters on shows that won huge followings.

In the late 1970s, he championed punk rock to the consternation of many of his radio contemporaries who were still playing disco and rock supergroups - and were convinced the new music fad would never catch on. Peel promoted reggae, hip-hop and punk on the sometimes conservative BBC, and championed acts ranging from Jimi Hendrix and David Bowie to The Smiths, Sex Pistols, The Fall, PJ Harvey, and Northern Irish punks The Undertones, whose "Teenage Kicks" Peel rated his favorite song. "If it wasn't for John Peel, there would be no Joy Division and no New Order," band member Bernard Sumner said. "He was one of the few people to give bands that played alternative music a chance to get heard, and he continued to be a champion of cutting-edge music throughout his life." Pulp's Jarvis Cocker said Peel "was one of those few people about whom you could truly say that the world would have been a much different place without him. For many years he almost single-handedly championed new and challenging music in the U.K." Elvis Costello called Peel "a great man, a fabulous curmudgeon - he was as rare as the music that he loved."

Peel was born John Ravenscroft near Liverpool in 1939. As a teenager, he later said, his life was changed by hearing Elvis Presley singing "Heartbreak Hotel." He later joined the British army and worked in a cotton mill. In the early 1960s he moved to Dallas, where his roots in Liverpool - newly famous as home of The Beatles - enabled him to get a job on WRR radio, hosting a program called "Kat's Karavan." He then worked at stations in Oklahoma City and San Bernardino. Returning to Britain, he worked on the pirate station Radio London, broadcasting from a boat off the English coast, where he adopted the name John Peel.
Peel <<click WATCH/LISTEN,
who had a trademark blunt style, Liverpool accent and gravelly voice, was an authority on independent music and won an Order of the British Empire (OBE) for his work. His down-to-earth attitude on the airwaves endeared him to radio listeners both young and old and won him plaudits. Seemingly unaffected by his growing wordwide reputation he eschewed both the media circus and London life in favour of Peel Acres, his farm in Suffolk where he lived with his wife Sheila and his children,
His country base also housed his gargantuan record collection and a studio, which he would often use to broadcast his late night Radio 1 show. He was one of the original DJs on Radio One when it started in 1967. His six-week contract ended up lasting four decades.

>>))}*> The Magic Beans - Go Go Boot
When he played one of my sloppy mash ups, I couldn't stop smiling for days. I miss him terribly.
NPR on Peel <*{{(<<

sun ra memorial?

Sure, why not?

my goodness me

What do you do when you are broke and need to do something crazy-fun on your vacation?  Surf Lake Erie!  No, really.
It's cold and sorta polluted, but since this global warming has been screwing up the weather, there has been some bitchin' brown and purple waves. 
I regret eating a big breakfast and that hot dog, but then again nothing goes with this huge dirty lake. Lately I've been noticing the damage my back and hands has endured as a result of doing my dumb day job. I actually was riding a nice wave and started to think about my job. It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free. As the afternoon went by I got lost and forgot who I was and where I worked.

<<*>>  Man or Astro-man? - Curious Constructs

scarey...

  Walking home from the pub, I took a short cut through an alley. It had been raining so much that garbage can items were floating down the lane. I thought this vintage beauty mask was a jack o' lantern.  Or an omen of bad things to come.  Either way it creeped me out. I bet this beauty mask never ever worked and just lied to woman with low self esteem. It told them what they wanted to hear and they all bought this thing. How it ended up floating down the alley is anyone's guess. 

>>}))*>  LARD - War Pimp Renaissance

news organizations look to Comedy Central for their cues on integrity

STEWART: I made a special effort to come on the show today, because I have privately, amongst my friends and also in occasional newspapers and television shows, mentioned this show as being bad. And I wanted to -- I felt that that wasn't fair and I should come here and tell you that I don't -- it's not so much that it's bad, as it's hurting America. Stop, stop, stop, stop hurting America.
And come work for us, because we, as the people...

CARLSON: How do you pay?

STEWART: The people? -- not well.

BEGALA: Better than CNN, I'm sure.

STEWART: But you can sleep at night.

See, the thing is, we need your help. Right now, you're helping the politicians and the corporations. And we're left out there to mow our lawns.

BEGALA: By beating up on them? You just said we're too rough on them when they make mistakes.

STEWART: No, no, no, you're not too rough on them. You're part of their strategies. You are partisan, what do you call it, hacks.

CARLSON: You had John Kerry on your show and you sniff his throne and you're accusing us of partisan hackery?

STEWART: Absolutely. You're on CNN. The show that leads into me is puppets making crank phone calls. You know, the interesting thing I have is, you have a responsibility to the public discourse, and you fail miserably.

CARLSON: You need to get a job at a journalism school, I think.

STEWART: You need to go to one.

CARLSON: Wait. I thought you were going to be funny. Come on. Be funny.

STEWART: No. No. I'm not going to be your monkey. Now, this is theater. It's obvious. How old are you?

CARLSON: Thirty-five.

STEWART: And you wear a bow tie.

CARLSON: I do think you're more fun on your show. Just my opinion.

STEWART: You know what's interesting, though? You're as big a dick on your show as you are on any show.

CAUSEY WAY - Institutional Man <*[{{<<

armies of compassion, go forth!

As I drove passed my ancient movie/pub, the markee read "PRES DEBATE."  I found out later that it was for free. I put this on my "to do" list. When I arrived there was a long line. Living in a college town, there was a bunch of fresh faced progressives in attendance. I quickly picked my top 5 political active women in tight jeans. I had an award show basting in my mind; thinking that the future Mrs. Flux was in attendance. After a while I coped to the fact that my world is cold and without hope.  I decided to purchase a Sam Adams, a small popcorn, and take a seat in this passion play. Does democracy and fascism hang in the balance? When the government, corporations, and the media merge, is it bad bad news for me? 
Blues to the tenth power?  Yes, I believe so.

 

PS.   I scored with an activist girl.   Fight the good fight, patriots!!!

>>}))*>  UKULELE MAN - Pee Wee, Where Have
You Gone?   What if your high school social studies teacher retired and started releasing endearing CDs ? What would you do? You'd let it just wash over you, wouldn't you? Sure you would.

putting things off

  As I sip my coffee and try to wake up, my mind drifts to the prospect of vacation. I started taking a week off in October a few years ago and I've stuck with it. The brisk air, the falling leaves, and the meloncholia of it all. I'm flirting with the idea of recording recently developed songs; making an album in one week. This has worked for me in the past. Putting a gun to my head, having a deadline, having to make creative choices in a hurry. Even though my "band/project" is going through a tough time, I'm still hungry. For good or for ill, I've got the ever popular tortured artist effect going in a big way. My employment is precarious and the lobby of my corporate masters is constantly full of new applicants. The are no new jobs in my swing state and hopefully I can use this stress in constructing my cool tunes. I'll try not to make them too whiny.

>>}))*>  CRACK THE SKY - Razors On The Moon 
When was the last time you heard a bootlegged version of a proggy pop song about suicide in Ohio? It's been a while hasn't it?

white noise of the spin cycle

SPIN
v. tr. To provide an interpretation of (a statement or event, for example), especially in a way meant to sway public opinion.
n.
A state of mental confusion.
Maybe now it means to Lie

>>}))*> Husker Du - Flip Your Wig

Blue Cheer - Summertime Blues <*[{{<<