Sunday, February 28, 2010
I have a relative who is about to turn 15. He's into the usual pop-punk of the day. But now I think it's time to introduce him to the real thing. So: What's the best first- or second wave British punk album to give a 15 year-old? Note I'm trying to cultivate an interest in pursuing the genre further.
In my view, Never Mind the Bollocks is just too obvious, and the Clash are too sophisticated. Does that leave Damned, Damned, Damned and Machine Gun Etiquette? Is Pink Flag too experimental? The Buzzcocks too pop?
Should I just trash the aspiration for a British album? Then what? Walk Among Us? Plastic Surgery Disasters?
You advice would be appreciated.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I hope you will agree to post this to PhilAanon. I'm just back from the non-event that was the Central APA. It was dismal in all the to-be-expected ways. But it was also dismal in a way I did not expect: no one showed up for the Smoker. Ok. That's an exaggeration. People were there. But very few. Even on the night with the free crap beer. Maybe 30 people at that height of the evening. Serious. Overall attendance at the conference was probably on the low side of normal. So what explains the graveyard at the Smoker? Where did people go instead?
Friday, February 19, 2010
Lowdown: Including the "web only" ads, we're looking at maybe 15 entry-level TT jobs in the US. And if you're not in ethics or political philosophy, you're pretty much shit out of luck.
Unsolicited advice: Go to law school.
Good days... good days....
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
I typically pay no attention to book contracts beyond the brass-tacks stuff (royalty, payment schedule, marketing), so don't bother worrying about this stuff. But the "first refusal" clause seems so one-sided (to the advantage of the Press) that I wonder whether there's any reason why an author should not push for its removal.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
And the result of self-abuse is always --- mind you, always --- that the boy after a time becomes weak and nervous and shy, he gets headaches and probably palpitation of the heart, and if he still carries it on too far he very often goes out of his mind and becomes an idiot.
A very large number of the lunatics in our asylums have made themselves ill by indulging in this vice although at one time they were sensible cheery boys like any one of you.
And the always amusing bit about smoking:
No boy ever began smoking because he liked it, but generally because either he feared being chaffed by the other boys as afraid to smoke, or because he thought that by smoking he would look like a great man-when all the time he only looks like a little ass.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
In this paper, I will argue that the mind is identical to the body, but not the other way around.
Simple. Beautiful. Classic.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Can I ask you somethin'?
I didn't reply, so he added, "If you don't mind." I still did not reply, so he continued...
First, I am not insane. And I am not a religious fanatic. I am a man of common sense and logic.... What people don't realize is that there are millions of galaxies, and billions of stars. And it's all professional. Some punk-asses say it's the big bang, but that's b.s. We didn't come from no apes. Heaven is in the Milky Way. It's a planet right here in this galaxy. Have you ever heard of [the guy gives some proper names I do not recall, so let's call them John, Paul, and Ringo]? Well, they've been there. John went to heaven in his soul, but Paul went in his spirit. They were there for five days....
I broke in (and this was the first time I spoke), "How long is a day on planet heaven?"
Confidently, he replied, "They calculated it in Earth time." And then he began to continue, but I broke in:
"How can something that's not physical be anywhere? How can it be located in a physical space, such as the surface of a planet?"
He responded, "Well... spirits and souls are kinda physical. When you die, you lose 3 ounces. They're part of your body."
So I said, "If spirits and souls are physical and part of my body, in what way are they different from, say, my index finger or eyeballs?"
"That's a good question," he replied. So I responded, "Well, if you don't know how to make the distinction between physical things and non-physical things, I think your view is in trouble."
Then he said,
"You know, I think you're a little spaced out. I mean a little TOO spaced out. You should be careful. You're all spaced out on logic."
I replied, "But you said you are a man of common sense and logic!" He shook his head and walked away.
Spiros, 1; Scruffy drunk, 0.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Satan has given a cat the power to predict deaths.
According to Dr. David Dosa, a resident cat at a Rhode Island nursing home has the power to predict deaths. Whenever a patient is about to die, the cat will bolt into their rooms and curl up next to them.
It will purr Satanicly and try to invite the old person’s cold soul straight to the hottest depths of hell.
Friends, we all know the cat is Satan’s favorite animal. We saw them help the Egyptians worship false gods and it’s no secret Wiccan witches keep them as dear companions.
Now, we see Satan can train them to try to lure a person’s soul to hell with demonically soft purrs and meows.
There is nothing soothing about burning in hell for all time and it’s so sad that old people are so gullible that they can sometimes be tricked into thinking otherwise. They think this kitty means no harm but fail to realize that what’s really going here is recruitment for hell.
You are the only person who can control your decisions behind the wheel. You should not give up control to other drivers.
Speeding is a choice. Somewhere between your brain and your foot, you are making a conscious choice.
Never drive faster than experience warrants.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Brian Johnson of AC/DC gets "all tyrannical" all over Bono's ass face in The Herald Sun:
What's "tyrannical" about any of this?
When I was a working man I didn't want to go to a concert for some bastard to talk down to me that I should be thinking of some kid in Africa.... I'm sorry mate, do it yourself, spend some of your own money and get it done. It just makes me angry. I become all tyrannical.... Do a charity gig, fair enough, but not on worldwide television.... I do it myself, I don't tell everybody I'm doing it.... I don't tell everybody they should give money - they can't afford it....
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
"I'm pretty sure you remind me of a famous actress, but I can't tell for sure until I know you a little better."
She seemed flattered.