Mountain Madness

The best-known example of that is the Fore people of Papua New Guinea, who from the 19th century to the late 1950's held ''mortuary feasts'' on deceased relatives.

From the 1920's to the 60's, an epidemic of kuru, a prion disease, killed more than 200 Fore a year, especially women, who ate brains while men ate muscle. A study of 30 elderly Fore women who survived the era showed that 23 had the prion-protection gene, which was far less common among Fore born later, suggesting that it had protected them

image stolen from another blog, but relevant, i think

the stereos are going to pump me

and all the rappers in the top 10? please allow me to bump thee.

Schlizm Time

Schlizm. Definition: the time it takes a person to recover and move on after hearing the sound of a fingernail scratching on a chalkboard (or similar occurrence). Every individual will have their own personal schlizm time.

I have never had sex with a man

Nor do I have any intentions of ever doing so. But, just for the sake of discussion, should a master race of aliens take over the planet and force me to have sexual relations with “another” man, here is a partial list I would submit for their consideration:

Leslie Cheung
Tony Leung
Rafa Nadal
Gael Garcia Bernal
Johnny Depp (I mean seriously? kindofa no brainer?)
Ryan Phillippe (fuck you Tamasine)
River Phoenix
NOT Tom Brady
NOT Ben Affleck (hell no, maybe Matt Damon though, maybe, okay fine)
David Bowie (come on?)
A really young Serge Gainsbourg (emphasis on REALLY young; and he has to sing to me before; this maybe should be in a different post)

How many is that? Ahh fuckit. Post.

yes i got my ass handed to me

you happy now? she got top 30 million. i got top, let's just say it weren't 30 million. dammit. i still suck. but it's not my fault. people kept rubbing up against me while i was trying to concentrate. do they do that to federer? in the middle of a big match, does some dude give him the butt brush? the loose left hand? the breeze by, with a little wobbly wobbly? no i don't know what that meant. the bottom line, is i lost big time. let's say double big time, to be more precise. but. again. it was other peoples' fault. also there was a bit of excitement and high anxiety at the start of the evening when the machine went all angry at us, for unclear reasons. and it decided to not give us our due ball. my co-enabler/ass-hander, who will be known as "the drink buyer (pusher is more like)," had to do a major tilt. i was just standing there moping and about to cry, like the fag i apparently am. you know, because it was over. forever? but she (and her clearly much more effective liver) snapped right into action. it was straight out of the 70s. it was awesome. we didn't know what to expect. bells and whistles going off. sirens. monkeys flying down from the rafters. headed straight for our eyeballs. surely. they do still have claws you know? but we waited. and waited. and waited. and eventually. it was back on. the sirens stopped. the bells and whistles. the embarrassment we were supposed to be feeling. the monkeys. it all went away suddenly. the ball came out. and then the beating resumed. my beating. my punishment. for sucking. big time.

total cost, including drinks, i'd say...$42
total shame, including drinks, i'd say...par

khanh 'll be pleased.

i would have to say the whole evening can pretty much be summed up like this:

quarters

guy in cap: i'll take um...how many do you have?
cute mexican girl beyond window: well you can have as many as you want, but we do take 25 cent from each roll?
gic: um...give me two then.
cmgbw: okay, you wan me to take the 50 cent from one of the rolls.
gic: sure.
cmgbw: okay. you gonna do laundry?
gic (smiling): um, pinball.
cmgbw (smiling): oh.
gic: yeah and i suck. so i need a lot.
cmgbw (smiling): next.

different times call for different crimes

people.

something different happened last night

which i will tell about eventually. soon. very soon.

i never said it was going to be easy

i thought it. sure. but i never said it.

Unmanned Drone

If you ever get shit on by a seagull, maybe you don't think they are so great. But if they shit on someone else, you might laugh and laugh like a barking dog.

Pleathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

"How to be minimal and repetitive without being insipid is the challenge"

ah well. if this where indeed my only challenge.

oh for heaven's sake

Out of sheer desperation, I accepted a job in Korea... but as we all know that is not really where I want to be. But I suck it up and get the gig. THEN I hear back from a school in Algeria. I follow up with them, and hope this doesn't take another 2 weeks. Apparently a visa to Algeria only requires $100, which is forthcoming from the brother. Aaarrrgh. So if I get the Algerian gig, I will cancel the Korean gig (sorry, folks) and fork over the cash. Alright. Let me make something happen somewhere interesting. Surely a North African gig will be more labor-intensive, and probably less lucrative, than a Korean gig, but......we are not really here for the $. I don't want another cruddy winter. So wheels are turning, more to come... Stay tun

Happy New Year!

1.1.69.0

Miss Aiken

I've never heard of this woman, Clay Aiken, but she's kind of boyish looking:

You'd think if you wanted to look feminine, you'd ditch the sideburns and stop wearing men's clothing. The article I got this photo from was littered with masculine pronouns. I was appalled at the insensitivity! We should all write a strongly worded letter to keep that mistake from ever happening again. Just because this woman is confused sexually doesn't mean that they should just choose the gender for her. 

worst post today i swear (and temporary)

http://www.coldbacon.com/rhizome/

http://coldbacon9.blogspot.com/

everyone go heres and become rhizome members** then vote for our project (by clicking the picture). if we get the money from rhizome the website finally becomes 3-dimensional. do you not want that? you must ask yourself this question.

** scratch that. i just found out that you have to pay money to become a member. what is that? never mind. but you can still check out the links if you want.

Is it cold in here?

Reminiscences of the comic con: A one-movement fugue in prose
(with minimal embellishment and approximate accuracy):

Fan: So, do you have, like, a web site or a MySpace page or anything like that?
Seller: No, I’m not on the, um...MySpace.
Fan: Everybody is on that MySpace.
Seller: No, I’m not on it.
Fan: Do you have any contact information so I can call you or something?
Seller: No, not really.
Fan: You don’t have any contact information?
Seller: No. Huh-uh.
Fan: Okay, well...I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll bring that guy that I was telling you about over here to meet you.
Seller: Now you’re talkin’.
Me: Ummm...Excuse me, but how much for these old wrestling magazines?
Seller: One dollar each.
Me: Sweet.

The Poultry Whisperer

It’s been so quiet here lately...Was it something I said? Maybe some of you folks would be so kind as to offer up some possible captions for this picture. Then I will feel much better about my humble niche in this here $%*!#@osphere.

Ruining it for the rest of us

You see, this is the kind of stuff I find particularly disheartening: You just can’t stick an android brain in a robot head. And putting synthoflesh on a robot frame isn’t the best idea, either. Really...these guys are just asking for trouble.

Overheard in the bathroom at Film Forum

After watching Sidney Lumet's Long Day's Journey Into Night:

"175 minutes and they didn't leave that house ONCE!"

oh sheeeet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PsB8HuRLiA

new president

Today we have a new president.

A conservative nut. God knows what will happen.

Time to go through dark ages.

We have to be blind, deaf, mute for bloody 5 years from now.

Just want to say good luck with your election!

From South Korea.

Meet the Beagles

This handsome devil won the dog show while the rest of you were living your lives as though it were any other day.

But it isn't. Not today. After years of denial, a beagle is victorious. It's payback time. Especially after that handler gets his pinky out of Snoopy's ass.

...But Nothing is Better Than Baby Otters

Some Things are Better Than Others

There are not nearly enough porcupines on this blog.

It's what you'd call a red letter day...

A rarity...a less than false existentialist moment from the mouth of Khanh. I actually had a pretty good day at work, and life isn't proving to be completely shit. Don't know how long this will last, but I'm certainly appreciative for the time being.

Cheesy as it is, being an educator by profession, you just want to be told every once in a while that one is making a difference in the life of the students their parent so easily dispose to me. After a fairly awful week with my personal life colliding with my professional one every available moment possible, a parent told me just that....Khanh Ho was doing a decent if not wonderful job.


Heavily debating whether it's the Ecco Domani or the virtuous praising that's leaving the rosiness in my cheek, but I feel pretty joyous nonetheless. I'll think I'll coast on that for a while. A sound idea if I've ever heard one.

That's all. Continue with the business of the day.

-the end-

my first addnote on flickr

i will probably totally forget about this one.

sun lounger

my first youtube spam

i will always cherish it.

strawberry fields banana trees // banana fields strawberry trees

you will all like deerhoof // i will make you

ne dis rien

i said

Someday you will all find me as important as I think I am.

I am doing nothing of any great importance at the moment. I am spending quality time with a friend. We talked at length about how we're not very stable people. And then, it became a game of who was just a hair more unstable. And then, I got bored with that game and we decided to drive around looking at houses we obviously could not afford.

It was tremendous amounts of fun, let me tell you.

My only real reason that I'm typing this is because I've been informed i'm not active enough in this forum. So, here I am. Reactivated. There.



Here's a picture of a baboon I found amusing.

-the end-

Adrian Henri, The Entry of Christ into Liverpool