Month: December 2006

  • Post post post punk

    From the “India!” Department: The power of John Hughes’ de-coolifying ray was something to be reckoned with. He trained it on a Scottish, Velvets-influenced rock group, founded in 77. And he trained it on an English, Velvets-influenced rock group, founded in 77. Ok, perhaps in the case of Simple Minds, the lads had already strayed…

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  • whither funky?

    From the “take-it-down-to-the-bridge” department: As the New Yorker informs us every week, “Musicians and night-club proprietors lead complicated lives; it’s desirable to call ahead to confirm engagements.” Looking at BB King’s website, it seems Eartha Kitt will do the New Year’s Eve show instead. (And if your eyesight is really good, you can see who…

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  • Rye, Robot

    From the “two-post-in-one-day!” department: Reading through Eric Asimov’s year end wine wrap-up, I’m more interested his November state-of-the-union column about Rye whiskey. If you’ve never had a Manhattan made with Rye, then you’ve never had a proper Manhattan. Most people seem to prefer them with Bourbon these days, but Bourbon is a little too big…

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  • Speaking of mind/body

    Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream; it is not dying, it is not dying. Lay down all thought, surrender to the void; it is shining, it is shining. That you may see the meaning of within; it is being, it is being. That love is all and love is everyone; it is…

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  • i, six non-blogs

    From the “extreme-krunk” department: A couple of weeks ago, I woke up in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and this is what I was thinking. In Philosophy in a New Key*, Suzanne Langer writes about static form and dynamic form. For an example of static form, think of a Henry Moore sculpture. And one example of dynamic…

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  • Sirenspotting

    All day I hear the noise of sirens making moan. And out of this clutter, you instinctively learn what to ignore and when to prick up your ears. There was a morning about five years ago when the sirens started and just would not stop. I already knew, in the shower, that something was up…

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