Get Up Edina – Desmond Dekker
Desmond Dekker Came First – Toots and the Maytals
Last night I went to the new Capital Music Hall to catch a ska show. Before I left, I spent close to an hour debating on whether to wear a suit or not. It was hot yesterday, and I would be spending hours in a poorly-ventilated club with hundreds of uncoordinated kids pathetically trying to mosh to the rocksteady beat. Common sense told me not to wear the suit. The weight of history convinced me otherwise.
At around the same time as I was making my decision, the voice behind my all-time favourite ska song passed away. He will be missed.
From Drawn via Seward Street, a story on a high school teacher who has been suspended from his job for suggesting that his students pursue life drawing classes.
Anything I have to say about this would be superfluous. The absolute stupidity apparent truly speaks for itself.
Fuckers.
CNN reports that science has uncovered a disturbing discovery today. It seems a new crustacean has been found in the oceans. What makes this unique is that this creature resembles a lobster, yet it is covered in fur. Evolution is a frightening and beautiful thing. In this case, more frightening than beautiful. This new discovery completely falls in line with recent sightings of a bear-like creature with lobster appendages. Perhaps this new crustacean, which scientists have named Kiwa hirsuta, is a distant relative of the elusive Crawbear. Only time will tell. Unfortunately, there may not be much time left.
thanks to Jax for the heads up.
For fuck’s sake! Vote!
When 9-11 happened I was startled like everyone else, but wasn’t fazed emotionally. One of the most terrible events in all of history and I don’t mist up at all. I am Vulcan when it comes to the news. Today however, when I read my morning BBC, I came upon the following article and was almost brought to tears.
It seems a Snake befriended a Hamster that was intended to be its dinner. They play together, hang out and sleep on top of one another. In the lonely zoo cage the snake chose friendship over the more natural urge to feed.
Thousands of years ago a human first reached out to a dog in friendship, and soon the species began to hunt, live and evolve together. The partnership has been successful for both species, dogs getting the better end of the deal; we work – they live like SNL comics.
Sometimes sacrifice for others, is better for you than it is for them.
Thank you Snake and Hamster; for reminding us what it means to be human.
Virgin Galactic and New Mexico have agreed to build a 225 million dollar spaceport so they can send tourists into outer space. They are planning to start flights in 2008, and it costs $200,000 to book a seat. Apparently, 38,000 people from 128 countries have already booked seats for the flight.
Let’s make it 38,000 and 1. I’m goin. That’s all there is to it. I just need someone to front me the money. There’s no way any of my friends will do it, because they all smell like class struggle.
So, here’s the deal, Corporate America. I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but if we work together, we can put me in outer space. I just need $200,000. I’ll be in the upper stratosphere and out of your way for awhile. What you do to the planet while I’m gone is your business. You wanna put on the funsuit and torpedo-fuck a third world country? Have at it. What happens on earth, stays on earth. I’ll wear whatever you want when I go up in the shuttle. You wanna paint your logos on my back like you do with prize fighters? I’m down with that.
I’m usually against this sort of thing, but my conscience and sense of social justice has it’s price. And this is it. This is outer fucking space we’re talking about here. I’ll even wear a jacket full of corporate brands made personally for me by a starving child if I have to. I’ll be all like, “Thank you for the jacket, Kenji. I’m sorry that your childhood was stolen from you by your manager’s baton and his cruel eyes. I promise I’ll shed a single tear for you and all mankind when I’m looking down on the planet.”
So that’s my plan, Corporate America. C’mon. I know you like me (in that way). I’ve seen the way you get mad when I fraternize with the working class. You’ve always had a thing for me, and I’ve always been a little attracted to your wealth and abundant lifestyle. You’re stylish, and I’m cute as a button. Let’s get together and make some delicious space music.
Call me.
The LA Times reported that some kid was busted for making exploding pens and leaving them on the street for hapless passersby to pick up. The pens were set to detonate when they were uncapped. The kid is now being held in juvey, but you know he’s destined for either Gitmo or an invisible rank in some elite C.I.A. explosives unit. Here’s a quote from the article in the LA Times about how the kid had a book on making explosives.
The books seized by investigators described explosive-making procedures but did not say how to rig a pen to detonate, Miller said. “Coming up with the idea was his doing,” he said.
When you show that kinda moxy/crazy, you either get punished huge or you get exploited by the government. There’s no good reason why this kid isn’t making James Bond style weaponry for the 007s of America.
