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http://www.youhavebadtasteinmusic.com/. Go. NOW. And watch the Quicktime videos.
(Thanks to Kyron for the link!)
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http://www.youhavebadtasteinmusic.com/. Go. NOW. And watch the Quicktime videos.
(Thanks to Kyron for the link!)
'SOME 40 monkeys went on the rampage in a western Bangladeshi village after one of their young was accidentally electrocuted, a report said today.
The large monkeys, known as hanumans in Bangladesh, were eating nuts from the residents of the remote Keshabpur village in Jessore district yesterday, but ran off when a stone was thrown at them, the Bengali-language Sangbad daily said, quoting residents.
A baby monkey was electrocuted after being caught in a live wire as they fled, sparking the animals to use sticks to attack several homes and shops in the village, the newspaper said.
They later left taking the baby monkey's body.' (news.com.au article)
From the Dept. of Collateral Effects:
'SANTA CRUZ, Calif. (Wireless Flash) -- Recent hurricanes like Charley, Ivan, Frances and Jeanne have been bad for homeowners but they could be a real trip for hippies.
According to ethnobotanist Clark Heinrich, psychedelic -- or "magic" -- mushrooms commonly crop up when areas receive more rain than usual.
Heinrich says the `shroom boom is most likely to be in areas with a lot of landscaping bark -- and that includes the grounds near government buildings and industrial parks. In fact, he predicts thousands of psilocybin mushrooms are popping up near police stations but says the authorities have no clue.' (NC Buy article via Fark)
Awaken, See, Act:
'This morning I had the most bizarre subway ride. I board the Number 3 train at Grand Army Plaza after 9 a.m. Find a seat, then settle into reading Henry James for class. I hear a woman’s voice gradually rising in volume. She is preaching the “Lord’s” word to the train car’s sleepy riders. Of course, I had forgotten the headphones for my subway evil sounds blocking device. The train stops and starts.
The words denigrating “gay devils” reach my ears. I stand up.
Me: “Excuse me, but do you mind keeping your voice down, I am trying to read.”
Preacher Lady: (screams) “I got to testify.”
Preacher lady hitches up her skirts and tells me that I am going to hell for interrupting you-know-who’s word. Two or three OTHER Christian ladies on the train start shouting at me and discussing my prospects as the Devil’s prison bitch. The last straw was a 50 something red faced man in a suit slamming his Bible towards my face.
There was only one thing I could do.
Me: “If you all don’t lower your voices and cease calling me Satan, I will have to sing show tunes.”' (Ladies Village Improvement Society blog entry)
DW over at Invisible College has posted a nice little roundup of Chaos Classics in handy PDF format — the Principia Discordia, one essay by Peter Carroll and four by Phil Hine.
Check it out.
Tinkering around with some really minor things in the Corridor's new template. Not sure *exactly* what I'm doing, so if you start noticing any glitches or strange, different-from-before things, by all means let me know.
Thanks! Now resuming our regularly scheduled Programming.
Makes total sense:
'Detainees at the troubled Kariong Detention Centre on the NSW Central Coast were given flat-screen TVs in each of their rooms to keep them out of trouble.For some strange reason, reading this article reminded me of a certain album cover, which I haven't thought about ever since I casually glanced at it, let's see... hmm, about 12 years ago.
Staff at the central coast facility say about 20 sets were purchased, in addition to three Xboxes for common rooms.' (The Australian article via Fark)
What scares me about this is the Xbox part, though. I mean, they are doing this to curb violence, right? And they put only THREE Xboxes in the common rooms for the ENTIRE JAIL? Clearly these people have never been gamers themselves, and they are tragically out of touch with their gamer children.
Easy two-bit prediction: after a while, this will become like periodically throwing a small rock of crack cocaine in a roomful of raving addicts. I shudder to think what they're going to come up with then...
This is just absolutely perfect:
'Going to the movies these days is not dissimilar to attending an extended performance art piece which involves several gorgeous people, all in wonderful if somewhat tasteless costume, wheeling a wheelbarrow full of raw, rancid bacon onto a stage. Handed pitchforks by sequined-spangled assistants, the costumed beauties grab hold tighly of the handles, stick the spears of the forks into the wheelbarrow, and then FLING the rancid bacon at the audience, all while screaming "EAT IT! EAT IT, YOU FUCKING PIGS! YOU FUCKING LOVE IT!" The audience leaps to action, scrambling along the aisles and trying to grab up and shove as much of the foul bacon into their fat mouths as they can, stopping only to look up at the performers, point to their stuffed cheeks, and mumble through tangles and blobs of rancid meat, "YUTH YUTH AH FUFF ITH!" The stars sneer and howl, "THAT'S RIGHT, YOU JOWLY MOTHERFUCKERS, GOBBLE IT UP, AND SHIT YOURSELVES IN GLEE!" When the meat runs out, the show is over.' (Nick Mamatas' Journal entry)Finally, something allows me to justify uttering the infamous acronym: LMAO!
Via Disinfo:
'William S. Burroughs: The Algebra Of Need
Legendary author William S. Burroughs talks with Gary Goldhill about his audience, the 'Literary Outlaw' mythology, and the cut-up technique he developed with Brion Gysin. Recorded by the BBC on 15 May 1963 and highly recommended listening.'
Like Alex said.
I got more electrically themed, plain fucking eerie spam. A companion to this one, apparently (same strange formatting, even the same identical date).
You know, I really have no idea why anybody would send such a thing as spam. Can anybody enlighten me on this? What is the point of sending the following message (it's the complete thing as I received it; it had no links or pictures embedded in it -- like the other one) to millions of people? Or am I the only one? At any rate, it's pretty weird. Goes like this:
-----original message-----
From: mistie@xxx.xxx [mailto:kai@xxx.xxx]
Sent: Friday, March 8, 2004 7:44PM
To: dorian; corrine@xxxx.xxx; melissa; deloris; hedwig
Subject: not now, then the post office address is listed in link
Joslyn looked upon him gravely and sighed Mrs
Joslyn bent over her son with tears in her eyes and said: This electrical nonsense has affected your mind, dearYou must promise me to keep away from that horrid workshop for a time I won't enter it for a week, he answered
I know 99% of you will have already seen this in the same place I saw it — but it bears repeating and saving among these pages as well:
'Arthur Magazine is high quality writing and artwork by some of the nation's finest scribes, cartoonists and photographers: People with good taste, people who break ground, people who have a sense of passion, humor and righteousness for what they're covering. People like David Byrne, Kristine McKenna, Michael Moorcock and Douglas Rushkoff.' (via Disinformation)Check out the site, there's quite a bit of content there. Of course, the appealing thing is really a subscription to the magazine itself... hmm.
is out, online at http://newworlddisorder.ca/.
The editors kindly alerted me to this event (it is... doesn't exactly happen very often) by sending me this partial table of contents via email:
Contents include:Go thou and Read.
The Way In is the Way Out: An Interview With Daniel Pinchbeck
Lovelights@Leary-Eisner.Com by Bruce Eisner and Timothy Leary
From Proletariat to Soulitariat: An Interview With Pat Kane by Phil Leggiere
Messiahs in the Stream by William H. Kennedy
Conspiratorial Recollections: An Interview With Adam Gorightly
Zero Ground by Mac Tonnies
Dreamachines, Wishing Machines or Feraliminal Lycanthropizers, Anyone?
An Interview With David Woodard by Jan Bruun
The Shia Girl by Michael Muhammad Knight
Parallax Empire /// Burning Ground by Adrian Gargett
murderous_disillusionment / CH@OS by Kenji Siratori
Centripetal Culture and Blackout by Jason Lubyk
Reviews of Adam Gorightly's The Prankster and the Conspiracy: The Story of Kerry Thornley and How He Inspired the Counterculture and Kenji Siratori's Blood Electric
The group responsible for building a secret cinema in the Paris underground has stepped forward (according to this Guardian article I found via BoingBoing). The group responds to the name La Mexicaine de la Perforation and its spokesman, known only as "Lazar", had the following public statement to make:
"Urban explorers are the only people who, between us, know it all. We move between each network. We know where they link up - often, it's us who made the link. The authorities, the police, town hall, they don't know a hundredth, a thousandth, of what's down there."I love it. Things like this restore my faith in human beings, and in that special, oft-overlooked little ability they are supposed to have: to pursue, with energy and determination, goals that go well above and beyond mere survival, beyond the quest for power, beyond the bottom line.
'According to the mayor of a small Dutch town, allowing Highland heifers to graze in a nearby nature reserve will help deter couples who have scandalized the upright citizens of Spaarnwoude with their open-air sex antics.
Mayor Ellen van Hoogdalem-Arkema said the brazen behavior of amorous outdoor enthusiasts has angered and embarrassed people walking their dogs in the reserve or taking their grandchildren for a stroll.
"Visitors experience great annoyance from people having sex in public and apparently the presence of the cows turns the people off having sex," the mayor said.' (Yahoo! News article)
You mean there's governments out there who don't feel they have the right to dispatch police in riot gear in cases like this? Goodness gracious! No wonder the terrorists are winning.
No, literally:
'Police in Paris have discovered a fully equipped cinema-cum-restaurant in a large and previously uncharted cavern underneath the capital's chic 16th arrondissement. Officers admit they are at a loss to know who built or used one of Paris's most intriguing recent discoveries.Let's just hope (in?)sanity somehow prevails, and they figure out a way to keep it open so people can use it. I have heard much about Paris' system of underground tunnels, a "city under the city", as it were. But this one is a real classic. There are probably absurd quantities of assorted weirdness down there, just waiting to be discovered.
"We have no idea whatsoever," a police spokesman said.
"There were two swastikas painted on the ceiling, but also celtic crosses and several stars of David, so we don't think it's extremists. Some sect or secret society, maybe. There are any number of possibilities."
Members of the force's sports squad, responsible - among other tasks - for policing the 170 miles of tunnels, caves, galleries and catacombs that underlie large parts of Paris, stumbled on the complex while on a training exercise beneath the Palais de Chaillot, across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower.
After entering the network through a drain next to the Trocadero, the officers came across a tarpaulin marked: Building site, No access.
Behind that, a tunnel held a desk and a closed-circuit TV camera set to automatically record images of anyone passing. The mechanism also triggered a tape of dogs barking, "clearly designed to frighten people off," the spokesman said.
Further along, the tunnel opened into a vast 400 sq metre cave some 18m underground, "like an underground amphitheatre, with terraces cut into the rock and chairs".
There the police found a full-sized cinema screen, projection equipment, and tapes of a wide variety of films, including 1950s film noir classics and more recent thrillers. None of the films were banned or even offensive, the spokesman said.' (The Guardian article)
