“Oh, the Internet. Through some quirk it initially obscured, to an extent, just how horrible our species is, but now it is a very polished and perfect mirror.”
Now that summer is almost over, Its time to round up the hits this season (and some personal favourites).
I developed RSI of the right shoulder in September. I spent the month in a haze of muscle relaxants and pain killers, correcting my posture to regain power and control of the right arm. My dreams of being the ultimate Keyboard Jockey the internet has ever seen died that month.
On November 6th, I attended 'sound Reasons' fest at the Goethe-Institut, the wing of German government fostering international cultural exchange. Trust ze Germans to host an evening of sound that 'civilized' ears would use for torture. I am sincerely thankful to them because I cannot expect commercial establishments…
The second last weekend of November there was a gig at a venue which calls itself a 'jungle lounge'. Its basically a shack in a park on grounds once the property of the royal family. Because of its layout, its quite popular with the raving crowd. Most trance parties are organized there and a bimonthly flea market…
The Christmas-New Year week has been particularly hectic for the last two years because of friends' marriages, which means staying drunk till the year gets over and beginning the new year with massive fatigue.
Ok maybe I only listen to MarketPlace on NPR because I like Kai Risdoll's voice. But yesterday I was listening and they were talking about some money crap and used the example of airlines. The pull quote was something like "Corporations like this exist to make a profit for their shareholders and also to fly passengers…
I remember reading about this before. Pinecones used to be called pineapples in English (didn't get called pinecones until the 17th century), and when Europeans first came across the fruit in the Americas, they called them pineapples because the resemembled pinecones in shape.
It's time for some psychedelic gnome music!
Totally agree, I picture his head caving like a pinata filled with hallucinogenic drugs, that taste like steak and the essence of sex.