The Pure Pop bathroom is probably the oldest john in Burlington, possibly the united states. Our toilet is off limits to customers for there own safety, when you sit down on the seat, it makes a subtle "squishing " sound from somewhere around the base. If you notice, from the pictures and flyers hanging up, some from the 90's, we don't clean the bathroom very ofter, re: Ever. Enjoy. 
Structured procrastination is the art of making this bad trait work for you. The key idea is that procrastinating does not mean doing absolutely nothing. Procrastinators seldom do absolutely nothing; they do marginally useful things, like gardening or sharpening pencils or making a diagram of how they will reorganize their files when they get around to it. Why does the procrastinator do these things? Because they are a way of not doing something more important. If all the procrastinator had left to do was to sharpen some pencils, no force on earth could get him do it. However, the procrastinator can be motivated to do difficult, timely and important tasks, as long as these tasks are a way of not doing something more important.
- The rest over @ structuredprocrastination.com
It's on this day that we commemorate those who fought and died in WW3, and celebrate our freedom, wretched from the cold lifeless hand of those Red Devils, no not those Red Devils... the communist ones. If it wasn't for the Wolverines and other brave souls like them around the country, Our Homeland would be the Motherland, we'd be speaking goblty-gook instead of good ol'merkin inglish, squating down and kicking our legs out like morons instead of dry humping and doing the shopping cart, drinking cheap vodka instead of Ol' grandad, and teaching our kids about how we were liberated by the kind freedom loving ruskies, instead of how we, in all our omnipotence and goodness, liberated Iraq.
Go out and rent the 1984 re-enactment of the events that took place in Calumet Colorado, watch it with your loved ones, and by God, you will weap. Especially when those bastards kill the Eckert brother, bastards.
this game rocked my small world years ago; it was one of the first computer games i spent anytime playing, this and Police Quest, which was fun cause you'd type your commands like "Pick up newspaper" but mostly i spent my time with my friend Josh trying to get the little pixelated cop to do things like "Touch girl's boobs." and "Touch other girl's boobs" which never worked, maybe if i had actually known the proper word for boobs it would have worked...
"No downfall was to be so complete and spectacular as that of this arrogant order of monastic knighthood. Formed during the crusades to be the sword arm of the church in defense of the holy land, the Templars had moved from ideals of asceticism and poverty to immense resources and an international web of power outside the regular channels of allegiance. They were not known for charity and unlike the knights of st. john, supported no hospitals. With 2,000 members in france and the largest treasury in northern europe, they maintained a headquarters in the "Temple", their formidable fortress in Paris.
al mind. The Templars were accused by suborned witnessses of bestiality, idol-worship, denial of the sacraments; of selling their souls to the Devil and adoring him in the form of a huge cat; of sodomy with each other and intercourse with demons and succubi; of requiring initiates to Deny God, Christ and the Virgin, to spit three times, urinate, and trample on the cross, and give the "kiss of shame" to the prior of the Order on the mouth, penis and buttocks.
This is a picture of Highgate (the town) from space. The building in the middle is the Methodist church next door, my house is to the right. (terraserver)
I spent this evening with Eva, relaxing on her couch - waiting out the damp weather with dinner and a movie, and a little sewing. In the basement blankets were soaking up water that was threatening to fill up the basement.
They were tight, when I bought them, and this friend who worked at Barneys on 5th avenue (or some other avenue. I dunno.) said they were Levis, "custom made" for someone, I guess with long chicken legs and no ass.
So out came the sewing kit, old hankeys, shreds of pants, iron-on patches, and the like. When I was finished, I had saved my pants. Temporarily. As time passed, as it's want to do; it passed again, like a bullet train, through the seat of my beloved pants. This time, ripping in new places, along new tension lines created by new seams. Leaving, now larger, more jagged holes.
Tonight as I was sitting - sewing; I wondered how many more times I'll be able to sew these same pants. When should I get some new ones? More so, I thought about entropy, and worried about the rate of pant-decay vs. The rate of pant sewing skills/pant acquisition...
Drunk + YouTube =
The Birthday Party...
Clock DVA...
Coil...
Einstürzende Neubauten...
Psychic TV...
Skinny Puppy...
SPK...
Throbbing Gristle...
The Virgin Prunes...
If your telephone company is one of the companies that decided to take financial compensation from the federal government in exchange for illegally proving your records to them they owe you $1,000. Now IANAL but this seems pretty damn clear cut to me. The Stored Wire and Electronic Communications and Transactional Records Access, Section 2703(c) outlines exactly five reasons that a phone company can disclose your records to the fed:
a warrant
a court order
the customer’s consent
for telemarketing enforcement
administrative subpoena
Keep in mind that the NSA does not have subpoena power and it is easy to see that not only is your federal government breaking the law by stripping you of your expectation of privacy in your papers and effects but that the Telcos are breaking the law by supplying this info to the Fed.
The sun came out in Vermont today for the first time in a week, and while i love my dreary, my drab, and my dismal, it was nice to see it peak out for a second, and then be quickly covered over with still more grey. The day off for me went so fast, probably cause i didn't get out of bed until 3pm. I then i spilled my carmel latte right on my pecker. that smarted, but i was able to salvage half the latte, my pecker... well, we'll have to see.
Potluck was wonderfull as usual, full of bright and smiling friends, delicious foods and carafe carafter carafe of blogwine (i want an explaination.) but the most favorited thing of the night had to be the Thunderstorm that completely kicked a weeks worth of drizzle's ass in about 5 minutes. Rainbuckets beware!
A bunch of us were standing outside on the patio sipping wine and puffing cigarettes and chattering and i was thinking about how when i was a kid and the thunderstorms would start; how I'd get so nervous and my dad would round me and my sister up and we'd all go out on the porch with a blanket and some popcorn and we'd watch the lightning, ooohing and ahhing. Nature never ceases to amaze me.
At one point however i realized that all our windows in the sinagog were open; so i dashed home to make sure everything was ok; when i rounded the corner of Megan and Gahlords house there were three people standing on the sidewalk, two girls and a guy, and they were naked. very very naked... and they were pretty nice looking too... They took off running down the sidewalk wooping and hollaring. They were aparently going my way so i jogged along behind them in my soaking sweater and soggy converse (at a safe distance) for a little while till i got too water logged and winded (about 30 seconds).Now the rain's let up a bit, and it's drizzling outside my window, occassionally the russians next door are coming out and blathering on, my guess is about vodka and rubles. Nagisa Ni Te is on the radio and a cuddled up and tired Eva in bed. What a lovely evening.
By Mike, take care!
Tonight is Yoga night; But first I gotta blog... Then I can yoga. Things have been kind of busy and fun lately; Mike is back in town for a bit; tomorrow night it the Seamonster Potluck as well as the first ever Homeitems show (or is that breastmaterial....) at the Narthex.
I got high recently and ended up in a Philosophical
The Homeless Hacker Adrian Lamo,
Torrent of The Gospel According to
The real search for the real
Ever heard of the Jasons?
Paavoharju - Tartu Tähän Hetkeen
First up is Montreal's Mutek, possibly the finest international symposium any where in the world. So much more than a series of performances, the festival includes everything from tech demos of the most exciting new electronic hard- and software to open panel discussions with programmers and musicians alike. The line up this year includes a lot of unknowns, but don't let that deter you, it's going to be great.
Next, and this is a ways out, comes the brainwashed's 10th anniversary celebration in Boston. Brainwashed is, and always has been, a fantastic resource for those interested in fringe music in general, and they've got the clout to pull together a seriously fantastic list of performers. Already confirmed are Z'ev, The Dresden Dolls, The Caretaker, V/VM, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Cock ESP, Steven Stapleton (Nurse With Wound), Irr.App.(Ext.), Charles Atlas and a host of others, with more to be announced. Only 500 tickets are available, and it's three days of wonderful music for under $80. I've already got mine, so buy away people!
EDIT: In a striking omission, I left local hero Greg Davis off the list of confirmed performers at the brainwaves festival. His excellent work opening for The Books recently, which I'm sure many of you were fortunate enough to witness, should be yet another incentive for the lot of you to be in attendance come November.
