I use and recommend purchasing as I did Acquisistion for the mac. When Acquisition gets a new song, it adds the song to an “Acquisition” playlist in iTunes, making the new stuff super easy to filter, tag, and check out.
Thanks to this week’s randomness, I’m ear-surfing to a mix of Danny Gatton live, Bonobo, Pink Floyd’s “The Committee” soundtrack, Husker Du, Hexstatic, DJ Krush, They Might Be Giants, Velvet Revolver, and Greyboy.
This is a PSA and everyone is supposed to reply with “oh you should check these guys out” type comments. Backup plan: get “The Committee”, it makes for great spoken word stuff between anything. Quoth the random snippet I was able to retrieve from Internets about the film:
THE COMMITTEE (1968)
Directed by Peter Sykes.
Produced by Max Steuer.
Pink Floyd produced the music to the film. It was originally Syd Barrett who was suppossed to make the score, but his work was not finished.The soundtrack has not been released.
The film is short and probably a bit strange. The cast: Jimmy Gardner, Paul Jones, Tom Kempinski, Robert Langdon Lloyd and Pauline Munro.
The clips sound like eery late 60’s SF sound effects backgrounding dialog that is absolutely the bee-knee’s.
Paul-when-listening-to-random-tune-on-his-PC: Ah, this must be from Grant. You can tell it’s a Grant song when there are random bits with people talking and shit over the music.
I like this guy’s photography. Puts my shit to shame. I did get a “hey don’t forget your camera tomorrow” call from work for the holiday party but wow, good stuff on Croslin’s site.
Discovered by clicking on someone’s username on mf reading the comments on one of the previous posts links.
For those of you not following: John Perry Barlow groggily packed some mary jane in an ibuprofen bottle leaving this years Burning Man festival and was busted at LAX for drug possession by the TSA. Because marijuana is highly explosive or something. Via mefi, an excellent write up of the proceedings.
The surprise witness in question was a former aviation screener who worked for a foreign military during the civil war in the former Yugoslavia….He proceeded to testify that in his extensive military experience with improvised explosive devices and with aviation security screening, he had learned and taught other people how to deal with suspected explosive devices safely.
First follow-up question: If you think a bottle contains an improvised explosive device, is it appropriate to shake it?
No, that’s almost the worst thing you can do.
Second: Is it appropriate to open the bottle?
No, that’s the worst thing you can do.
I know one person that has been called and served at trial for jury duty. Mom.
The case was as follows: Car full of kids pulls out of a the seedy alley in Frederick city and doesn’t have lights on as it does so. It is dark out. The police pulled the car over for driving at night without illumination and for some reason saw the headlights being out as a good reason to search the car. Beer was found in the trunk. The passengers and driver were under 21. Curses!
In court the kids were found not guilty because the jury decided the police didn’t have probable cause to perform the search. It made the city paper, Mom was quoted something-or-other (she was on the “this is bullshit” side of the jury) in the city paper which isn’t archived on the web or I’d linkify, and justice was served.
This whole Barlow thing is the same, only the guy caught used to write lyrics for a band called the Greatful Dead, hang out on The Well, write for a magazine called Wired, and was a cofounder of the EFF, and happens to have a few lawyer friends. Oh, and he was caught by the TSA, not some random police officer.
My apartment used to be operated by two leasing agents and an onsite resident manager. All three were a pleasure the few times we needed their help.
In the past month for various reasons, all three have been replaced. We currently have one leasing manager and she has one assistant. Although the leasing manager lives in the building, she is not a resident manager, which kinda sucks.
Our apartment has two lofts. A spiral staircase leads to one, which we use as a bedroom. The other loft is used for storage - it’s about 100 square feet and accessible with an aluminum ladder.
The previous resident used that space for an office - they had a computer desk and chair set up. We I have too much shit to accommodate that but it makes for a great place to keep bikes, boxes, etc…
The ladder was in our apartment when we moved in. It was in the apartment when we toured when the previous resident was in the unit. We have been in the unit for a few months now and use the ladder frequently, initially stashing and retrieving bikes, lately retrieving tools, computer parts, etc that I need.
Two weeks ago we came home to a note on our counter.
We borrowed your ladder
- Maintenance
OK, we thought.
A day or few went by.
Amanda stopped by the building office (hard to do, they seem to never be open anymore) and talked to the new leasing manager. Apparently the ladder was the buildings’ ladder, not ours, and we could borrow it if we wanted to. Amanda was perplexed.
Yesterday I stopped in to verify this insanity after talking with a few other residents who all said things along the lines of “what, are they going to borrow your dishwasher next?” and met the new leasing manager myself.
Rough Transcript:
introductions, very friendly
“So I just wanted to stop by and ask about our ladder.”
“Your ladder?”
“Yeah, I don’t know if you’ve ever been in our unit before but but we have a loft that we use for storage, and we’ve had an aluminum ladder going up to it since we moved in. There was a note from maintenance that they’d ‘borrowed it’, I guess from $name-of-the-only-maintenance worker? We never got it back.”
“OK”. She then got on her cell phone, apparently to the maintenance man. “Yes, I have a person here that was under the impression that the ladder that was in their unit was part of their apartment… OK…. right… OK I’ll explain that to him… right… oh he has a package?” She then starts digging through a huge pile of boxes that I’d walked past and not noticed on the way in. “OK… right, thanks.”
“That ladder wasn’t part of the unit, maintenance just had it there while they were checking on the air conditioning, he says”.
“It was there when we moved in. I don’t understand”,
“You can borrow it if you want. He will bring it over this afternoon”.
Contestants tried to write the worst opening sentence to a novel they could muster.
Winner for Detective Fiction:
Detective Micky Blarke arrived on the scene at 2:14 am, and gave his cigarette such a severe pull that rookie Paul Simmons swore the insides of the detective’s cheeks touched, but the judge indicated that that amount of detail was not necessary in his testimony, and instructed the jury to disregard that statement.
They are all so good, I don’t know how winners were picked.
This Saturday, the 18th, The Fighting Tricycles (billy, steve, phil, richard) are opening for New York Indie Rock Icons, ‘The Wrens’ at the Talking Head. If you haven’t checked these fellas out, they’re something. (Or as Robert Tilton might say, “Aren’t they something?”)
We’ll have a new demo with a few tunes, some live footage, and all of our ATM passwords.
Show’s 12 bucks but if you came specifically for us we’ll be sure to throw you a free CD, and with the ATM password you can easily recoup the losses.
So, happy holidays and hope to see ya there or anywhere else for that matter.