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80s underground music notes
The Million Miles Away mp3blog has a nice history with mp3s of the career of Kendra Smith, member of Dream Syndicate on their first album, with some rarities from other times.
Also, Rykodisc is reissuing some classic Wall of Voodoo, and I’m sure it will be done with their usual style and quality.
The wild ride of the Stag God at 10 mph towards the BBQ
The local Christian college has one of those events where prospective students come and get a tour, etc, like most colleges.
For some reason, they use this as the banner for it on their home page:

I’m not sure why the high school outreach admissions event for a Bible college should be represented by a figure with the body of an Office Casual man in chinos and buttondown shirt, and the head of a stag. It puts one in mind of Herne the Hunter or Cernunnos rather than Our Lord. And why the hell is he on a SEGWAY?
Government Can’t Explain Change in 2002 TSA Contract
The modification to the contract involved switching the interview sites for tens of thousands of airline passenger screener jobs from a contractor’s own assessment centers to hotels and luxury resorts.
Federal auditors eventually called into question an array of expenses, including charges of $525 for an airport shuttle trip in Tallahassee, $7,920 for beverage breaks at a Manhattan hotel and $514,000 to rent tents in Boston.
So let’s get this straight. Homeland Security changed from using classrooms to using luxury hotels, we got charged $343 million for this, and no one can explain why?
I want someone’s head on a plate.
do the square thing, do the square thing
- How to deliver a really crappy talk.
- Edward Burtynsky has amazing pictures of the new industrial China.
- There’s a ton of cheese deep underwater in Quebec’s Saguenay Fjord, and no one can get it out. Favorite quotes: “Last month, a commander of the HMCS Chicoutimi, on a local visit, said perhaps the Canadian Forces submarine could locate the cheese.” and “Undeterred by the apparent failure of this year’s underwater cheese experiment, Mr. Boivin is trying again.”
- The kids can give their hair that special glow now.
- Car Culture brings us the 12 second minivan.
- New York has a Burke and Hare problem, without the murders. Well, as far as we know.
- It’s a marketing technique but it feels more like one of those recent Japanese horror movies: YOUR FACE ON A MANNEQUIN AAAA AAAAAAA.
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Courtesy do_not_lick: Not safe for work, brain
The End of Zero Tolerance: That 16th time
At least in the FBI.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/worldlatest/story/0,1280,-5333345,00.html
My favorite favorite favorite quote:
Current rules prohibit the FBI from hiring anyone who used marijuana within the past three years or more than 15 times ever. They also ban anyone who used other illegal drugs, such as cocaine or heroin, within the past 10 years or more than five times.
“That 16th time is a killer,” McCaffrey said.
Mother! Father! Don’t touch it! It’s EMO!
The EEG lady said that my pattern of injury is often associated with the following:
- inability to form intimate relationships despite other social successes;
- self-hatred far out of proportion to the evidence;
- hypercritical judgment of self and others;
- discomfort in crowds;
- inability to clean up or organize personal space due to emotional overload when attempting to do so;
- overcompensation with intellectual success to combat social failure;
- a sleep schedule that is about four hours “late”;
- complete overwhelming collapse on being confronted with multiple tasks at once;
- depression and anxiety that feel surprising or out of place even as they are occurring;
I mean, damn. I’m surprised my eye color wasn’t in there. I’m skeptical and wary of diagnostic lists that seem to dovetail to my life, having had a few of them over the years that falsely promised some discovery, but this is just plain eery.
I keep having experiences lately where I’m talking to someone who wanders away in mid conversation. Or other forms of communication: I IM someone and they don’t respond and then sign off, or I send email that goes into the Void.
I’m not at all sure if it’s significant, or if it happens to me more or less than it happens to others. In any case I find it harder to write it off when this happens lately. I’m far less socially confident than I was a couple years ago, and it’s easy now for me to slip into a near-paranoid assumption that the other person dislikes me and is hoping I’ll go away.
This despite the fact that it’s more likely that the other person is having a multitasking failure or distracted in some way. As with most of my brain lightning problems, it’s egotistical.
In any case I cannot tell whether I’m getting a “keep the hell away” signal from some people I know or not. I’m glad that I at least know that I don’t know, and that I have Occam’s Razor in my medicine cabinet.
Gobble
The H5N1 avian flu has shown up in Turkey, in turkeys.
I hope it doesn’t infect the Hamburgers, Wieners, or Neapolitans.
Happy, uh, Porn Sunday?
Pharyngula invites all of us to celebrate xxxchurch.com‘s bizarre post-everything Christian Porn Crusader event National Porn Sunday with some FISH SEX. (All links SFW unless you work for uptight fish.) I seriously cannot tell if Porn Sunday is a gigantic prank on the evangelical world or if they’re for real. I mean, look at their 30 second ad starring Pete the Puppet or their customized van for spreading the word. And the T Shirt?
Tell me, folks. Has evangelical culture gotten this bizarre, or are all these pastors being taken for a gigantic ride? OR BOTH?