PGMMODP?

August 15, 2008

Best idea ever: using CAPTCHAs to decipher old, damaged texts. Kind of the inverse of using browsers of internet pornography to break CAPTCHAs, in a way.

I really like this approach, especially since I myself would probably have contributed much more to PGDP if it were presented as an unobtrusive word at a time, rather than requiring me to actively complete an entire page. Because I’m lazy like that.

Things I’ve been reading

May 17, 2005

This, these few things, this and this, this stuff, this sort of thing, and of course this and this.

All are interesting and well written. (What, you wanted commentary? Maybe later.)

Song of the Moment: «Isohaara» — CMX

Toothsome! Wait, no.

May 3, 2004

Only in Britain would they rather grow new teeth than brush the ones they already have.

See also: ROFL

Happy Birthday, Saddam!

April 28, 2004

Behold: Saddam gets birthday visit by Red Cross. Something tells me his 67th birthday was celebrated with much more restraint than, say, his 64th. Physical restraints, like handcuffs and a prison cell. Ho ho.

Also behold: Woman May Have Driven Around With Dead Mom. Like Weekend at Bernie’s but slightly less hilarious.

Song of the Moment: «Into the Dead Sky» — At the Gates

Non Sequitur

April 26, 2004

Am I alone in considering this article on toilets a compelling reason for moving to Germany?

Also, woodpeckers and their hyoids are awesome.

Furthermore, I need me one of these.

Finally, Jon Johansen remains the king.

Song of the Moment: «King of Asskissing» — The Hives

Roundup and Squaredown

April 17, 2004

So this morning I had class at 9am. On a fucking Saturday. The professor had had to miss a few classes in the past couple of weeks, and wanted to make them up. As it turned out, Saturday morning was the only time this week that everybody was available. Great.

At least the class session went pretty well, all things considered. Of course, instead of going to sleep last night and waking up in the morning I decided to stay up, play guitar, eat ice cream, and read about the Khmer Rouge and rationality instead.

I don’t regret anything, though, if for no other reason than that I started listening to a lot of Crass at 4 in the morning and I realized that they are a really fucking good band. I don’t just like them for their savory blend of furor and pacifism or their frankly astonishing adherence to their founding principles, I legitimately enjoy their music. Imagine, if you will, a combination of Neu! and the Violent Femmes playing short and angry songs sung in a nearly incomprehensible British accent by an angry (and possibly short) man. That’s probably as good a description of their music as any.

Song of the Moment: «Contaminational Power» — Crass

Nicht zu schnell.

April 17, 2004

It was only in the past month that I realized just how incredible the Stooges were and how much I liked Fun House. Perhaps they’re ancient, and perhaps finding them novel has been out of fashion for quite some time. Perhaps the same is true about Gustav Mahler and his Symphony No. 5 in C-sharp minor, introduced to me within the past week. Fuck it, I’m listening to both Iggy and Gus with fresh ears, and doing my best to appreciate them for what they are. It is appropriate, then, that my playlist is filled with Detroit’s dirtiest and Austria’s most heroic when I come across the following:

If I were in a perverse mood, I’d say that the “Eroica” is the raw, thuggish thing—a blast of ego and id—whereas a song like Radiohead’s “Everything in Its Right Place” is all cool adult irony.

Thank you, The New Yorker. And thank you, Wired, for pointing me to the above. As far as Shuffle goes, however, all the waxing poetic in the world can’t hide the fact that far more random transitions are shitty than are sublime.

Song of the Moment: «Dirt» — The Stooges

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