Internet? WTF is this?

This is NOT the internet win of the week, this is really just complete WTF mode. And, I have no idea what the meaning or purpose of the photo, the activities depicted, mean.

Really, internet. What the fuck.


Saturday wants an oldie but goodie

The first Weezer album was superb, and this video is fan-tastic.  So many damned good memories from college.


How to date a lawyer...

There is a new online resource called "AVVO", its mission is similar to the old, arcane Martindale-Hubble index: To tell other professionals and sophisticated consumers the "Q" factor of a given attorney or firm. Admittedly, it's come under fire, and I still think the best way to do this is the old fashioned way, via word of mouth.

Don't be such a pussy; give it a try...one day you'll be as mentally unbalanced as us!

But, being a new-ish internet model, they do have some interesting features. One such article was a "semi-serious" piece today on how to date a lawyer. They think this shit is tongue in cheek; I beg to differ. If you've got your eyes set on that bombshell in Mergers & Acquisitions or that buffed-up dude in Commercial Litigation, heed well.

Here are some excerpts:

Beware the lawyer personality

Once you’ve snagged a lawyer, beware. According to 20-year psychologist, Dr. Fiona Travis, “the same qualities that persuade juries and win cases can also work like acid on marital relations.” Our survey indicated the same, with one lawyer wife telling us that she endures “power trips” and “being spoken to like opposing counsel." Studies also show that lawyers tend to be defensive, argumentative, skeptical, and anti-social. However, the bright side is that you won’t experience these things often because lawyers are rarely at home. As one lawyer said, “Lawyers tend to be type A workaholics and have a hard time balancing work and family.”

 Why won't you just let me work, for fuck sake?! And close the door behind you.

Use Latin whenever possible

Lawyers feel warm and fuzzy when they hear Latin. An easy way to use Latin without knowing any is to give your pets Latin names. When you say, “Why, yes, I have a pet! It’s a poodle named Per Stirpes!” any lawyer will turn to putty in your hands.

Just don't try to name it "Lorem Ipsum"..we're wise to that trick.

Never speak of beliefs not backed by empirical evidence

For example, if you believe in the healing power of magnets, keep it to yourself. Instead, loudly and passionately accuse wait staff and small children of non sequiturs. Throw in a disparaging comment about the American education system for extra points.

Sorry Gaia, you're a sweet gal and all, but I don't think waiving my razor over a crystal pyramid is going to keep it sharper.

These are some of my favorite gems, but you must read the entire article.


Friday ends your Miss Takes

Copenhagen's "Horrorpops"; a punk-pychobilly amalgam that remains, to this day, the Monkey's favorite band. Miss Take is probably their most "famous" track, and certainly one of their sexiest videos (also check out "Horror Beach Part II" for the perfect pulp video). While this is not my favorite track by the 'Pops, I would do some naughty, naughty shit to Patricia Day...



Pretty things for an ugly day

Today has been bust-ass...and, objectively, I can't really think of why it should have been. In any event, I think I may just mail it in for a bit, and get some rest. In light of the ugliness, bring on the pretty

For my money, there is still no culture more imbued with beauty and grace than the Japanese...

This is a great tattoo, and those are perfect breasts....

 Not really sure why I love this one so much; perhaps its my love of perfect heart-shaped buttocks, but, more probable is that you know my love of erotic knot-work. And, this hearkens to shibari that I do groove upon.

 If there is a better, sexy girl-next-door look, I still haven't found it. One of the pissers of living in the Midwest is that it barely ever rains; and I do love a good, sudden thunderstorm. They make everyone cuter.


Well, that certainly explains a lot...

Probably not bi-polar, just fucking nuts....

Some interesting research has come down the pipe regarding bi-polar and high-acheivement. According to a study by King's College psychologists found that there appears to be two sorts of bi-polar, and over-achievers and the very bright are far more likely to suffer from the disorder than do those in the median of intellect and/or achievement levels:

The findings of a link between the disorder and academic and intellectual performance may explain the association between genius and mania that has long been thought to exist. People with bipolar disorder who are in a manic phase can have exaggerated emotional responses and can be witty, inventive and have high cognitive capabilities. They are also capable of sustained concentration and have high stamina, and so can achieve much more than people without the disorder. 

Probably bi-polar AND fucking nuts...

How this study played out, according to the researchers is that

The national cohort study was carried out by scientists from King’s College London's Institute of Psychiatry and the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm, Sweden. The team, led by King’s College senior lecturer in psychiatric epidemiology, Dr James MacCabe, studied the final exam results of all 15-16-year-old pupils attending High Schools in Sweden from 1988 to 1997, and compared them to hospital records of bipolar disorder admissions of patients between the ages of 17 and 31.
They found those with A-grade results were almost four times more likely to be admitted for the condition than average students, even after the findings were controlled for income and education level of the parents. The link was stronger in males than females.



Having had a few instances of --ahem-- increased productivity, Newton's ole' first law does come back to bite you in the ass: Like great cocaine, mind-blowing orgasms, winning the lottery, whatever...the piper always comes around for his pay...Always.

During their elation (manic) periods they may have insomnia, restlessness, racing thoughts, and may have an over-inflated self-esteem. In the depressed stages they may be suicidal. Around 1% of the population suffers from bipolar disorder.

Kill me now, fuckers. Do it! Do it!

So, all in all, probably better off to be in the 99% that doesn't suffer from the intense highs and gravity-defying depths...Then again, not as though it can be helped. Besides, psychotic people certainly make the world more interesting, wouldn't you agree?

Thursday has Chasey Lain on the brain...

This song is absolutely hilarious...I've gotten it stuck in the heads of at least three people this week, and now, it is my most devout wish to increase that number. Enjoy the 'Gang's brilliance.

Lookie! Chasey Lain!

Sure, as BHG rightly notes, her breasts are nice, but I groove on the toussled hair and eyes. She shoulda' been in Playboy, not schtuppin' Mr. Marcus. The upside, I suppose, is that she was really big into girl-on-girl flicks.
We all win.




America's Military "leaders" are douche canoes.

In this piece by TPM, it is revealed Pentagon officials want to include a mechanism to "de-citizen" Americans who are complicit in aiding terror.

As the Washington Post's Dana Priest recently revealed, al-Alaqi was added recently to a short list of other Americans for whom there are kill orders in place.
A senior Member of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence has told me that to his knowledge, there has been no serious discussion in the Committee of stripping US citizenship from terrorists, but a senior Pentagon official has confirmed that some in the military are exploring the upsides and downsides of such a more routenized mechanism for stripping citizenship.

He was a terrorist; let him eat cake...

Does that sound like a good idea to you? I mean, if true, that makes some American sympathizers traitors and treasonous douche waffles, right?

Dead fucking wrong. 

Fuck it...sounds good to us.


It's called the Constitution, and no matter how much the Praetorian Guard Pentagon wants it, you cannot hold some "tainted" or "attaint"...Specifically, under the old English common law

The word "attainder", meaning "taintedness", is part of English common law. Under English law, a criminal condemned for a serious crime, whether treason or felony (but not misdemeanor, which referred to less serious crimes), could be declared "attainted", meaning that his civil rights were nullified: he could no longer own property or pass property to his family by will or testament. His property could consequently revert to the Crown or to the mesne lord. Any peerage titles would also revert to the Crown. The convicted person would normally be punished by judicial execution as well—when a person committed a capital crime and was put to death for it, the property left behind escheated to the Crown or lord rather than being inherited by family. Attainder functioned more or less as the revocation of the feudal chain of privilege and all rights and properties thus granted.  

See this guy? Benedict Arnold? Synonymous with "traitor" in America? Even he wasn't under attainder...he was just hanged, along with every other person comitting crimes against the territorial sovereignty of the U.S.

Well, what does the Constitution specifically say about this who business of "tainting" by removing citizenship? Ahem. The Constitution of the United States, Article I, Section 9, paragraph 3 provides that: "No Bill of Attainder or ex post facto Law will be passed."  Jesus Christ, people. It's our governing document, you might want to -I don't fucking know- read the goddamned thing occasionally, hell, even once.

 Goose feather quill not included. But, you can read one for free here.

BTW: I really wish I could claim credit for douche canoe, but I just can't..

Dorkdom Continues: LoTR Facebook Status

I've been collecting these for about a week from various site; most of them seem to have College Humor's watermark, so whether those clowns are responsible or not, let's just give 'em their due.

These are exceptionally funny, especially if you're a Tolkien-obsessed dork like me (and, for the record, Tolkien actually doesn't appear as a misspelled word, meaning that the Firefox programmers are that nerdy).

It's Narsil, dammit. Narsil!

Like elves have any sense of humor. Remember, they were cast out of Valinor, so they are glum creatures by nature...which is why that ridiculous coronation scene in RoTK still pisses me off! ARGH. They only weep over things like Feanor's treachery destroying the fabric of their society; not over a silly ass human.

This is funny as hell, because Merry probably does have a small penis; even by Hobbit standards.

More like strong ale and meat on the bone... and a couple million orcs, and a Balrog or two.
This is by far my favorite...and requires no explanation.

Theme Day: I'm a dork

Post below: However, a quick rejoinder from yesterday...


Madness strikes inexplicably, and then, as soon as the storms rise, and the waves threaten to overwhelm you, just as quickly do those same waves recede, leaving you wet, confused and generally going "what the fuck was that?"

Seriously, what the fuck was that?


Anyway, theme day today...dorky shit I really like.

First up, is this little nugget which explains Dungeons & Dragons morality alignments in terms of pop culture/film/television icons. And, after thinking about it, I think they pretty much nailed it.

I really wish I remembered where I stole saw this. I think Fat Pita?
Click for fullsize; it's worth it.


Wednesday's had a slow start...

Maybe it will be a much, much better day. 


If I'm not around one morning, this will be why.

I will have finally done what I should have done a very long time ago. That's cool, though. Really.

I've spread my genes (multiply, apparently), and the kiddos are healthy, happy, loved.  I've been in a signed band; I've been a professional artist; I've been a published poet and author; I've achieved some degree of academic notoriety in my chosen profession.

Pic un-fucking-related, but I will miss this...

I've also dragged myself up from fuck-all nothing; I've survived cancer...three times, including the last one which should have killed me (even down to planning the spreading of the ashes); I live in excruciating pain everyday, be it complications from Chemo, the crippling drug-induced arthritis, or the fibromyalgia (which, they think may be Lou Gherig's, but I'm too big of a pussy to affirm that death warrant).  I've never condemned or judged anyone for embracing that emptiness that must surely greet us all one day, and I would ask none in return.

Shit...too late for this one...

This is rock bottom kids, and I don't know if I can carry on. So, this is not some horseshit call for help or whatever they call afternoon specials these days...sometimes I'm just disinclined to go on.

Put a fucking fork in me...I'm done.

Manic? Depressive? Chronic, crippling, life-altering, mind-distorting pain? Guilty as charged. But, this is my life, this is my therapy, and neither have worked thus far. And, I reserve the right, as my own rational agent to do with it what I may. That's my self-determination. Christians are big on free will. Try this one on for size motherfuckers.

I will be cremated, but my tombstone (if Monkey has enough $$) will read "He wanted to enjoy life...it just didn't work out).

BONUS:  Lyrics go now:

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it, doomed
Pick your pocket full of sorrow
Run away with me tomorrow, June

We'll try and ease the pain
Somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary, dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils scream

And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will

Mother, weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
Cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling so bad

When I can, I will
Words defy the plans
When I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this

No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will 


This will make you laugh

Still in a funk, but the skies parted, and for the first time in days, I laughed.

Here's why.

What's next? The Hairbrushes?


Today. Existentialism at its finest

Or, nihilism is the more correct word.

Today is a total and complete wash. I'm fucking despondent, frustrated, hurting, cold, lonely, underworked, and generally not in a good mood. So, yea, about Tuesday, for now...Fuck it. Motivation may be regained after I knock a few drinks back. Because booze never lets you down, unlike the entirety of the human race, the human condition, and the tiny, insignificance that comprises our lives.

And, even if I could, I wouldn't give a shit...

Tuesday is oft-imitated...

These two should require no introduction, Abbath and Demonaz from Norway's Immortal. Besides being so ridiculously over-the-top, Immortal are one of the spiritual godfathers and walking stereotypes of Black Metal (corpse paint, bullet bandoliers, leather jerkins). 

Everything about these guys has been imitated: Appearance (corpse paint, dress); lyrics (bleak, bucolic, pagan); musical stylings (minimalist, trebly, kick-snare groove). Hell, they even have their own spoofs around the internet.

Thought you might enjoy this one, as it is one of the very few Immortal rips out there with good AV quality. Behold Blashkyrkh: Mighty Ravendark

Lyrics go now:
Far above the ravengate
the spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits
Above the roaring depths
Sits the oath of frost
On the elder raventhrone
Older mountains sleeping in my sight
By chilling woods I stand
A grimly sound of naked winds
Is all that shall ever be heard from here
Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls
Cry of tavens lurk the realm
Eternally through the noctambulant grimness
..Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh...
..Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...  



Amen. Food Allergies.

I have an allergy to smart-asses

One thing that perplexes me, and is something I ruminate frequently upon is the new scourge of alleged food allergies. I am not talking about fatal reactions to peanuts, but all of these folks claiming weird allergies to everything from sorghum and eggs and dairy to wheat and barley. 

I grew up in no less than 13 school districts, with no less than 15,000 children encountered. Want to know how many kids died from the school lunches, which were heavily laden with soy, nuts, whey, wheat, and the like.

Abso-fucking-lutely zero. 

They did, however, turn into armies of the diminutive undead.

Yet, you can barely turn your head these days without someone claiming some fantastical new allergy. If the incidence of these food allergies were so great, then humanity would have fuck-all never gotten off the ground. If all of the available grains were sickening 1/7th of the population; if easy protein like legumes and eggs were death-nuggets, then how the fuck are we still around. Why are there no cautionary tales in historical literature that read "thou shalt not eat a fucking omelette?" 

Simple. It's Bullshit. That's why. 

 Sniff. Sniff. I smell bullshit.

The Times of London has a fabulous editorial on the 400% increase of people claiming to have newer, more exotic food allergies. The entire thing is worth your read, however, enjoy some excerpts:

The nation is in the grip of an epidemic, but one very different from those usually written about, such as obesity, diabetes and binge-drinking. What makes this epidemic unusual is that it is not an illness or condition in itself, but the false belief that something is wrong with you. This mass delusion affects millions of people in this country, and it’s getting worse. It’s food intolerance. One in five Britons now claims to have a food allergy or intolerance, with most stating wheat as the problem. That is an increase of 400 per cent in the past 20 years. 
Now research conducted by Portsmouth University has shown that of those people claiming to have an allergy or intolerance, only 2 per cent actually did. 
The realisation that most people aren’t that special can be avoided by adopting a quasi-medical condition that sets one apart. It demands attention and consideration. It forces other people to think about them and make special arrangements for them. Only last week, a friend with recently self-diagnosed lactose intolerance came round for a cup of tea. “Do you have any soya milk?” she asked as the kettle boiled. I confessed I hadn’t and felt awful. It was then that I realised she was on her third chocolate biscuit. “Oh, milk’s OK in chocolate biscuits,” she said hastily. How convenient, I thought. 

Pretty sobering, but not entirely unexpected. Think about it 2% of the population are earnest, sincere and have legitimate concerns and/or medical condiction. The other 98% are self-important, self-obsessed, "look at me", lying pricks. So, quit being an asshat, and enjoy your omelette and dry wheat toast.

STFU and eat your lunch Billy.  You're not special.

Nothing says Viral like Sarah Palin.

In fact, this idiotic bimbo should have her own condition named after her:

Palinitis: (n) extremely contagious mental illness, particularly virulent in, and spread amongst, the same 22% of dead-enders who perpetuated Reagan, W, the 1994 Congress, the birther movement, the "tea partiers" ad infinitum. Symptoms include: vague charisma to those who can neither recognize nor spell charisma, meaningless, incoherent and rambling statements -often mangling the English language; prone to logical fallacies of the most base sort; inability to comprehend the world in terms other than the dichotomous; pronounced superstition and overt displays of piety to a very clearly-defined, if not warped, monotheistic evangelical sect; deep-seated xenophobia with undercurrents of sexism, racism and not-so veiled desire for fascistic police state where the ruling elite are the corporate-military-religious elect.

Did I mention that's she such a dumb bitch she can't even remember her own talking points, to a movement she helped spawn? Behold.

Why won't she just go away? Are we really this fucking stupid and obnoxious as a nation?

Haven't we moved beyond inquisitions?

Poop is not meant for consumption...even by "witches"

It is the year 2010 by Western reckoning. We have high speed computers that share information with one another. The knowledge rate is doubling every 4 years. Our engineering, medicine, basic sciences are so vastly superior to what they were even 25 years ago. However, we are sorely lagging in common sense, and, in some parts of the world (America included), we are thralls to superstition, hope-peddlers, sycophantic con artists and spiritual hucksters....And, we apparently are still afraid of the dark.

The Earth at night....see any boogeymen there?

Such is the case for the Dalit, Nepal's Hindi "untouchables". In the village of Pyutar, less than 30 miles away from Nepal's capital of Kathmandu, these women are still being scourged, tortured, humiliated and even killed. The culprit, as always, is religiosity and superstition...the untouchables are witches!

Note well: These are impoverished female humans. Nothing magical about them...not witches.

According to ABC Australia, one such woman, Kalli Biswokarma was just the most recent victim of Nepal's deep-seated superstitions:

Those who beat, punched and kicked Kalli Biswokarma, 47, accused her of casting evil spells on a schoolteacher who had fallen ill in the village of Pyutar, 40 kilometres south of Nepal's capital, Kathmandu.
"I was victimised because I am a poor woman," said Ms Biswokarma, who belongs to the Dalit community - the untouchables on the lowest rung of Nepal's rigid Hindu caste hierarchy.
"Around 35 people came to my home and took me away. They trapped me in a cow shed and forced me to eat faeces and drink urine.
"The next day they cut my skin with blades. I could not bear the torture and I confessed to being a witch just to save my life."

These are pink and purple unicorns...very magical, but still not witches.
As the story continues,"Superstitions are deeply rooted in our society, and the belief in witchcraft is one of the worst forms of this," said Sarwa Dev Prasad Ojha, minister for women and social welfare. "Such traditional practices cannot be wiped away overnight." However, we know what these "witchcraft" accusations are, what lies behind this 3rd World auto de fe. Religiosity of the caste system, violence against women, and plain ole mysogyny.  For the last time people, no superstitions...no spiritual boogeymen...no masters and rigidity made up by other foolish humans.

It's 2010.

Now, this is a wytche, but she's probably not magical, and certainly means you no ill. Besides, why on earth would you torture, condemn and execute a pretty woman?


Monday has a Six Pack and $35 to its name...

So, after yesterday's Henry Rollins rant, nothing would do except hunt down the entire "Henry Rollins Uncut in NYC" concert. Stayed up till almost 1:00 a.m. drinking gin and juice and laughing my ass off. On a more (only slightly more musical note), here are the Black Flag lads doing what they did best back in the early 80s....wreck shit, and be boozy

Lyrics go now:
Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Spent the rest on beer so who's to blame
They say I'm fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

I know it'll be o.k.
I get a six pack in me, alright!

My girl friend asks me which one I like better
Six pack!
I hope the answer won't upset her
Six pack!
I was born with a bottle in my mouth
Six pack!
Now I got a six so I'll never run out
Six pack!

I know it'll be o.k.
I got a six pack in me alright!

Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Spent the rest on beer so who's to blame
They say I'm fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

Six pack!
Six pack!
Six pack!  



I love the Internet...again.

Someone once told me that there is an internet rule (and I don't remember which one it was), but that if it was on the 'net, and was of a decidedly prurient/bizarre nature, then it would be found. 

Let's just say that I found this young week's internet picture of win.

Holy. Shit.
Transvestite, latex nun + midget in diaper with gangsta hat = internet win.

Renting Sex Toys (No nudity, but NSFW)

I occasionally venture into the world of, and discuss, some of the stranger sex toys because ball gags and roman cross immobilization are hot. The gods know that there are more of them out there than I could possibly do justice to. However, occasionally the oddities hit me (Fleshlights), or the exceptionally cool one (OhMiBod), and the downright perverse ones (such as the Japanese, lolita, sleepy sex, amputee hentai collection).

Pssst, call me!

 This post takes on something a bit different, but in many respects, is more horrifying than tentacle dildos or amputee sex dolls.  Take something innocuous, like your standard Spencer's "massager", which runs you like $15-$20 bucks. Now, imagine you're too broke to actually buy one...or you don't have the money for a $300 rabbit. What is a guy/gal/couple/frat party supposed to do? Ask to borrow one? Steal one? It's a shame you couldn't just rent one...

Available in any American mall...at Spencer Gifts....right across from Hot Topic. Now, don't you feel like an ass for letting your little girl read "Twilight"?

Oh, wait...you CAN rent them. In what can only be the most ill-conceived business venture I've ever, ever heard, there is an online web-site called Rent-a-Dildo.comTheir website markets a variety of rented sex toys, FOR AS LOW AS $19.99 a Month, like these things were "jelly of the month" clubs, or Omaha steaks. Sayeth the rental lords of polyurethane pleasure "Over 1,000 sex toys to choose from - Dildos, Vibrators, Cock Rings, and more! All toys thoroughly cleaned and completely hygienic. No Commitments. Cancel Anytime"

Who's got time to read fine print when you've got diagrams. WHOO!!!

Seriously, WTF are these people thinking. You browse through the Anal Amazon, the beaded Barnes & Noble here, then pony up $20-$50 a month and rent some of the most horrifying, and horrifyingly large contraptions this side of German porn.  Ergo:

Not only would this satisfy "Goatse's", unique tastes, but it also vibrates!

 Yes, that does say SEVENTEEN INCHES....by 12 INCHES! That's not a sex toy...that's construction material.

Fortunately, Rent-a-Dildo doesn't judge you. And, they expressly go out of their way to let you know that:

We at Rent-A-Dildo feel it is necessary to respond preemptively to customer concerns over policies such as “throttling,” which treat customers differently based on their rental habits. We recognize that each of our users is an individual, with their own unique sexual tastes and desires, and under no circumstances will we engage in practices that penalize users for that sexual expression.

Thank god for non-judgmental people!!

However, those of you looking for a bit of the ole' backdoor fun, will likely be dismayed, however. According to the website (emphasis mine): 

Effective immediately, we will cease lending anal sex toys to customers. This includes butt plugs, anal beads, anal probes, and dual-penetration dildos. If you currently have one of these types of rental toys, you may keep it without charge as a courtesy accommodation.
We have taken this step due to concerns raised by health officials about the possible spread of fecal-borne disease. Please note, we are confident that our patent-pending cleaning process is sufficient to sterilize toys, even after extensive inter-anal use, and no infections have been reported by our customers. However, we have decided to err on the side of caution by eliminating anal toys from our rental inventory.
As a further precaution, all sex toys returned to us will be tested for fecal matter. If a toy tests positive, the customer returning the toy will be given a warning. Any repeat violations will result in the cancellation of the customer's account and being billed for the cost of the soiled toy.

Because nothing gets you hornier and more at ease than a product called "the Butt Stuffer" used in conjunction with the phrase "fecal-borne infection".

Trust me, I have no quibbles with people's kinks. There are many I do not understand (lookin' at you furries...and you too weirdo poo-eaters). I fall in (what I think) is a sane category of "sexually licentious, libertarian and Libertine"; thus, as long as it is safe, legal and consensual then there is not a lot of room for judgment on this end. Feign necrophilia? Fine by me. Dig up granny and schtup her carcass? No. Have the the wife parade around in a cheerleader costume? Whatever works for you. Troll the high school? Hell no. 

Wanna' do Lil' Bo Peep and her sheep? Knock yourself out.


But, there is always the caveat here: Safe. And, on so many reasons, not only does this defy sanity, it invites safety issues. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be their lawyer, that's for damned sure.


Sad day for human knowledge...

The Andaman and Nicobar Island chain, nestled in the Bengali Bay, are the site of some of the oldest, continuous human habitation. There are less than 250 Native Andamaran tribesmen left today.

Via several sources, but notably A Blog About History, comes some sad news. Boa, the last known native speaker of the Bo or Aka-Bo Language, has passed away. The loss of any indigenous langauge, plant, people, animal is always a bad thing, but this one was particular devastating, as this language was sort of a linguistic missing link; spoken for nearly 70,000 years. 

Globalization's unforeseen effects: Losing our cultural patrimony throughout the world.

Sadly, the situation across the globe is not just like losing the dodo or the carrier pigeon or the panda; according to UNESCO there are literally 6000 indigenous languages that are on the verge of being extinct. Every time we lose one of those, we lose not only a link to our past, but another piece of the puzzle in reconstructing our habitation and migration on this lonely planet.



Sunday would prefer a rant, thank you: Henry Rollins

No song today, really more of a rant. I, however, shall leave the ranting to professionals. Behold the underground renaissance man, Henry Rollins (Black Flag, author, politico, artist, and stand-up comedian), with an awesome vent on shitty club music, shitty club drugs, and the sad state of what passes as rock-n-roll these days.