Tuesday, February 27, 2001
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Posted by john at 2/27/2001 02:23:00 am
Monday, February 26, 2001
coincidence abbatoirs being forced out of business due to the cost of paying ludicrously high fees to spanish veterinary inspectors to ensure that they are abiding by health and safety law. livestock being driven hundreds of miles to be slaughtered. viral infection appearing simultaneously in areas hundreds of miles apart. hmmm ?
Posted by a hymn in g to nann at 2/26/2001 09:05:00 pm
Saturday, February 24, 2001
get it on 8-track if you can dav.
Posted by john at 2/24/2001 05:21:00 pm
Or will teevee on VHS cassettes be redundant before ADAT? You have to realise I am a dunce - 10 years ago I erased half the sound on some 1/4" half track tapes of my band by recording on what I thought was "the b-side", as it just sounded backwards on there so I thought it would be okay.
Posted by captain davros at 2/24/2001 01:31:00 am
ADAT cassettes. Any thoughts? I've just spent the day up in Birmingham recording with my band and have the offer of buying the ADATs for �30. A good investment for future archive/25th year anniversary remixes, or a soon-to-be obsolete technology which I'll forget about all too quickly and accidentally tape Teevee over one day? Advice please, audio blogdialians!
Posted by captain davros at 2/24/2001 01:29:00 am
Friday, February 23, 2001
959. Drunkenness. N. drunkenness &c. adj.; intemperance; drinking &c. v.; inebriety[obs3], inebriation; ebriety[obs3], ebriosity[obs3]; insobriety; intoxication; temulency[obs3], bibacity[obs3], wine bibbing; comtation[obs3], potation; deep potations, bacchanals, bacchanalia, libations; bender* [U.S.]. oinomania[obs3], dipsomania; delirium tremens; alcohol, alcoholism; mania a potu[Fr]. drink; alcoholic drinks; blue ruin*, grog, port wine; punch, punch bowl; cup, rosy wine, flowing bowl; drop, drop too much; dram; beer &c. (beverage) 298; aguardiente[obs3]; apple brandy, applejack; brandy, brandy smash [U.S.]; chain lightning*, champagne, cocktail; gin, ginsling[obs3]; highball [U.S.], peg, rum, rye, schnapps [U.S.], sherry, sling [U.S.], uisquebaugh[Irish], usquebaugh, whisky, xeres[obs3]. drunkard, sot, toper, tippler, bibber[obs3], wine-bibber, lush; hard drinker, gin drinker, dram drinker; soaker*, sponge, tun; love pot, toss pot; thirsty soul, reveler, carouser, Bacchanal, Bacchanalian; Bacchal[obs3], Bacchante[obs3]; devotee to Bacchus[obs3]; bum* [U.S.], guzzler, tavern haunter. V. get drunk, be drunk &c. adj.; see double; take a drop too much, take a glass too much; drink; tipple, tope, booze, bouse[Fr], guzzle, swill*, soak*, sot, bum* [U.S.], besot, have a jag on, have a buzz on, lush*, bib, swig, carouse; sacrifice at the shrine of Bacchus[obs3]; take to drinking; drink hard, drink deep, drink like a fish; have one's swill*, drain the cup, splice the main brace, take a hair of the dog that bit you. liquor, liquor up; wet one's whistle, take a whet; crack a bottle, pass the bottle; toss off &c. (drink up) 2198; go to the alehouse, go to the public house. make one drunk &c. adj.; inebriate, fuddle, befuddle, fuzzle[obs3], get into one's head. Adj. drunk, tipsy; intoxicated; inebrious[obs3], inebriate, inebriated; in one's cups; in a state of intoxication &c.n.; temulent[obs3], temulentive[obs3]; bombed, smashed; fuddled, mellow, cut, boozy, fou[obs3], fresh, merry, elevated; flustered, disguised, groggy, beery; top-heavy; potvaliant[obs3], glorious; potulent|; squiffy*[obs3]; V. desire; wish, wish for; be desirous &c. adj. have a longing &c. n.; hope &c. 858. overcome, overtaken; whittled, screwed*, tight, primed, corned, raddled[obs3], sewed up*, lushy*[obs3], nappy[obs3], muddled, muzzy[obs3], obfuscated, maudlin; crapulous[obs3], dead drunk. woozy[slightly drunk], buzzed, flush, flushed. inter pocula[obs3]; in liquor, the worse for liquor; having had a drop too much, half seas over, three sheets in the wind, three sheets to the wind; under the table. drunk as a lord, drunk as a skunk, drunk as a piper, drunk as a fiddler, drunk as Chloe, drunk as an owl, drunk as David's sow, drunk as a wheelbarrow. drunken, bibacious[obs3], sottish; given to drink, addicted to drink, addicted to the bottle; toping &c.v. Phr. nunc est bibendum[Lat]; "Bacchus ever fair and young" [Dryden]; "drink down all unkindness" [Merry Wives]; "O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains" [Othello].
The Flapper Intoxicated Bar none, no adjective has commanded more slang synonyms over the ages than "intoxicated." Despite the 18th Amendment and its novel approach of augmenting the Constitution to limit, not protect, a right, the consumption of alcohol to the point of inebriation as a quest of the young was alive and well in the 1920s. To the Flapper, alcohol was giggle water or hooch.....Flapper slang to describe the state of full-blown alcohol intoxication included barreled, bolognied, canned, crocked, fried, jammed, jiggered, juiced, oiled, ossified, out like a light, pie-eyed, piffled, plastered, polluted, potted, shellacked, shot, splifficated, stewed to the hat, and tanked. hair today, gone tomorrow. i really don't think there is any other way thru.
Posted by john at 2/23/2001 03:27:00 am
a business proposition : anyone serving steak tartare beyond midnight in the south east corner of dartmoor will be guaranteed custom from at least two reprobates winding their merry way home from serving alchoholic beverages and fine food to the discerning few.................road kill will not suffice applications for business licenses should be made in writing to the Dartmoor Tourist Association
Posted by a hymn in g to nann at 2/23/2001 12:12:00 am
Thursday, February 22, 2001
try bare-headed and you'll love it even more !
Posted by a hymn in g to nann at 2/22/2001 05:33:00 pm
who's hat are you waiting to be dropped, john ? headgear is falling all around us, go on, dive in, go bear-headed, you'll like it !
Posted by a hymn in g to nann at 2/22/2001 05:32:00 pm
Posted by john at 2/22/2001 03:09:00 am
Wednesday, February 21, 2001
Tuesday, February 20, 2001
smart purchase and congrats to you! actually i had just purchased a signpost record myself a couple of days ago. even be it for one song which i had to have and had always thought about. it's a good feeling but i got it home and listened to this song oh, say 4,971 times and now i'm over it. well at least for awhile anyway. as for the bb's mmmm yes. one of the best along with the jerks who i had the pleasure of seeing many many times in the early eightys. i miss the punk movement. at the drop of a hat i'm ready again though. will it happen? i'm fearfull that all music will sound like something off of ecm or something. i wish there was the undercurrent flowing still but as you know all has developed into bottom feeding marketing scams. boo hoo for us. blah blah and so on..............is there no soul that hasn't gone 'public' yet? 'young turks' sounded the walls here last week.
Posted by john at 2/20/2001 11:51:00 pm
Yes JB we ARE talking Bad Brains - saw them at The Astoria in '89 - what a band they were. But, I also quoted Rod Stewart/The Faces - in St Ives, Cornwall this weekend I went in a s/h shop which I had last visited in 1998. There was a 1972 Rod Stewart LP ("Never a Dull Moment") in there back then, and as it was still there on Sunday in the year 2001 I had to buy it. It was a sign. Fascinatingly it's rather scratched and nearly all the jumps result in perfectly timed loops so I get Rod aleatorically remixed as the result of a careless or over enthusiastic previous owner. Sounds particularly good at 45 rpm.
Posted by captain davros at 2/20/2001 11:30:00 pm
captin dav... just got a re: from spooks that you sent. nice to see you in two worlds. we are talking bad brains, no? cheers
Posted by john at 2/20/2001 04:29:00 pm
Monday, February 19, 2001
I wish that I knew what I know now When I was younger, ooh-la-la...
Posted by captain davros at 2/19/2001 10:25:00 pm
I said who is going to tell the youth about the truth about the drugs, mugs, bugs and the po-lice thugs?
Posted by captain davros at 2/19/2001 10:24:00 pm
egonomics legality(chuck it). does it show we love to be free? plain and simple are okay. for tomorrow we generate the courage today. is your will about to quake and melt? let me help.....pyscopathic brutality(stop it) rejuvenate more integrity. ->
Posted by john at 2/19/2001 02:43:00 am
Saturday, February 17, 2001
"As a consequence of the existence of chaffing and winnowing, one can argue that attempts by law enforcement to regulate confidentiality by regulating encryption must fail, as confidentiality can be obtained effectively without encryption." -arcade fantasy! and you know we are radio savvy.
Posted by john at 2/17/2001 02:18:00 am
Friday, February 16, 2001
the lottery is a sub opiate of the underclass. nancy reagan runs the psychics. and....... Slave in a Box begins with a provocative title that sets the tone for an investigation of the popular image of Aunt Jemima. The title serves as a metaphor to describe how white male advertisers have capitalized on American racism and sexism. As with the earlier analysis of the strange career of Jim Crow, M. M. Manring's study of Aunt Jemima shows how the popular image emerged from the "mammy" of Southern plantation life and took on a variety of qualities ascribed by novelists ranging from Mark Twain to James Baldwin and by historians ranging from Carter G. Woodson to Darlene Clark Hine. In so doing, these writers described how they perceived historical memory and their current milieu. Aunt Jemima became the mirror of the racial, class, and gender beliefs of both writers and consumers. Aunt Jemima, the fat, hardy, asexual servant served as the opposite of the "delicate, pure, ultrafeminine southern woman of the Old South" solutions start with recognition! those of us who are americans are guilty of genocide and are truly living on stolen bloody land.
Posted by john at 2/16/2001 03:22:00 am
Thursday, February 15, 2001
The Cleveland Indians? Chief Wahoo? My bro supports that team. Why do they make you ill?
Posted by captain davros at 2/15/2001 12:34:00 pm
Interesting how you never hear of a psychic winning the lottery! Or is it actually interesting? Either way, I must say I nicked that from Fraser Clarke...
Posted by captain davros at 2/15/2001 12:33:00 pm
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
Interesting how none of the dotcom flameouts produced suicides isnt it? -are we sure about this? perhaps no one cared enough to mention any....... the cleveland 'indians'. it truly makes me ill. "geiger counter revolutionary" -nice!!
Posted by john at 2/14/2001 12:16:00 am
Tuesday, February 13, 2001
ooooooohhhhh!Lee Scratch Perry Mason the lost album men are from mars bars, women are from venus fly traps you know damn right! geiger counter revolutionary greenham common women! World Wide Webbed feet get wet baby! Shawn Fanning the flames of desire with the bellows of indifference oooooohhh!!!!! Q-Why doesn't Bill Gates like people jumping from the top of tall buildings? A-He want everyone to use windows (hmmmm) http://www.linux-mandrake.com Interesting how none of the dotcom flameouts produced suicides isnt it?
Aphex Twin Set and Pearls Lee Scratch Perry Mason Kraftwerk rest and play Scrodigers cat flap men are from mars bars, women are from venus fly traps geiger counter revolutionary World Wide Webbed feet Shawn Fanning the flames of desire with the bellows of indifference Q-Why doesn't Bill Gates like people jumping from the top of tall buildings? A-He want everyone to use windows (hmmmm)
Monday, February 12, 2001
Sunday, February 11, 2001
Saturday, February 10, 2001
"White Lines!!" -don't do it
Posted by john at 2/10/2001 08:39:00 pm
'Many people in serious bathing cultures use aromatic herbs to increase the headiness of the experience. The womens baths in Islamic countries, like the Hamam in Morocco, for example, are veritable herbariums that induce pleasant hallucinations through a subtle blending of aromas and perspiration.' so far left we're right!!!!
Posted by john at 2/10/2001 06:07:00 am
Friday, February 09, 2001
Thursday, February 08, 2001
no water no phone no heat=snow on ec. i'm conVinced about jfKennedy being McMahonhandled by those bullets though. sorry but i had no choice. nonetheless ariel?! wasn't that the name of la mermaidita en los "little mermaid"? is there a real threat of war? needles and pins. the ramones version that is. swimin' pools-movie stars.........next thing ya' know ol' jed's a millionare. kin folk said 'move away from there' . she is cute in photo though.
Posted by john at 2/08/2001 02:18:00 am
Tuesday, February 06, 2001
Monday, February 05, 2001
Son vrai nom: Vincent Kennedy McMahon Il est le PDG de la WWF Il est un des promoteurs de la WWF et �crit une bonne partie des histoires de la WWF Il a �galement assur� les commentaires pendant des ann�es, aux c�t�s de Jerry "the king" Lawler et Jim Ross Sa femme se nomme Linda et a deux enfants: Shane(aka: the Sultan of Swing) et Stephanie(aka: Knockers Magoo) from this description he sounds like an asshole. even in french......
Posted by john at 2/05/2001 02:31:00 am
Sunday, February 04, 2001
What was the XFL like? Of course, we didnt get to see it here, but we DO get to see Stephanie McMahon Helmsley almost every other day, which is probably better than ANY footbal league. And did we say that Vinecnt Kennedy McMahon is the greatest living American? Well now you know! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! He has to be the first billionaire to allow himself to be regularly called an Asshole in public!
ah, it's sunday and i'm bored. i was wishing there would be something interesting to read here this afternoon. ok, so the xfl. what a wonderful new league of american football......
Posted by john at 2/04/2001 08:38:00 pm
Thursday, February 01, 2001
the rebirth of american fascism has begun. we will all suffer and choke on the fumes of our own environmental destruction. slowly and gradually we suffer the loss of culture and creativity. our giant has clay feet. try and have a nice day. i wish this wasn't the case but perhaps the pogues had it right when they sang 'sally maclennane'. is this fuel for creative commentary thereby revamping our underground culture? as i see it the 'underground' has found a home in times square. shame on you dj ____________. frankly you make me sick. after coltrane all the 'creative' wallflowers crushed what had come before into a flurry of disjointed crap. now the same has happened with dance music. let's face it there is a larger enrollment in 'art' colleges and 'music' schools every year. oh, oh, we are all so creative and have to express ourselves.........."i'm an artist". the picture is clear.
Posted by john at 2/01/2001 07:11:00 pm