(via Dad)
“Ulhuru” by Medicine Drum from the album Return to the Source: The Chakra Journey (1996, 7:00).
Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
(via Dad)
“Ulhuru” by Medicine Drum from the album Return to the Source: The Chakra Journey (1996, 7:00).
Remember the kinda-cool, kinda-creepy flash thing with the girl falling through and bouncing off of a bunch of bubbles?
This is that again…but better.
“Like A Virgin” by Madonna from the album Immaculate Collection, The (1984, 3:11).
…as summarized by Cor Tenebrarum on the SeaGoth message board:
“Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi from the album New Jersey (1999, 5:16).
Ganked from spikesandstuds:
15,906 (72.3 GB; 86 days, 12 hours, one minute and nine seconds if played beginning-to-end with no breaks).
Sort by song title — first and last?
(This doesn’t include all the downloaded tracks that don’t have album names assigned.)
Sort by Artist — first and last?
Gotta love the sorting rules for punctuation! If you ignore names with punctuation (which knocks out ¡Tchkung!, (CBS) Trumpeteers, and (In)ternal), then we get the 1st Battalion Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders, off of the second Braveheart soundtrack album.
Again, if you ignore characters outside the standard American alphabet (which also knocks out α Squad), we’d end up with Zorn, John.
Top five played songs?
Oh, very, very nice.
This March, The Sisters of Mercy will be in Seattle. On a Saturday night, even.
I’m so there.
“Temple of Love (1992: Touched by the Hand of Ofra Haza)” by Sisters of Mercy, The from the album Temple of Love (1992, 8:07).
The New York Times reports on a new concert film from The Beastie Boys:
They decided to lend hand-held video cameras to 50 fans, told them to shoot at will, and then presented the end result in movie theaters in all its primitive, kaleidoscopic glory.
[…] While perusing the message boards on the site one day in mid-2004, Mr. Yauch came across a concert photo snapped by a fan with his cellphone and found himself taken with the shakiness and rawness of the image. “The energy of it looked cool, and I thought it would look interesting to document a whole concert,” Mr. Yauch said.
Three days before the October 2004 concert at Madison Square Garden, the Beastie Boys decided to go ahead. The band posted a notice on its Web site seeking volunteers. The instructions were simple: ” ‘Start it when the Beastie Boys hit the stage and don’t stop till it’s over,’ ” recalled one cameraman, Fred Zilliox, a 35-year-old cook from Keansburg, N.J. “Other than that, it was up to us to do whatever we wanted.”
The camera-toting fans took those instructions to heart. They shot the band, they shot the fans, they shot their fellow camera operators. Four even took their cameras along on their bathroom breaks.
Heh. Me being a child of the ’80’s, this sounded very familiar. In fact, it sounded almost exactly like what Bon Jovi did for their video for “Bad Medicine“:
For their “Bad Medicine” video the band invited fans to the video shoot, handed out additional video cameras for fans to keep, and collected the resulting footage at the end of the night, which was cut into additional footage shot by video director Wayne Isham.
Okay, sure, so the B-Boys did a full-length concert film and not just a five-minute music video, but still…. Everything old is new again.
(via Boing Boing)
“Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi from the album New Jersey (1999, 5:16).
The headmaster of a technical school in Lozere, France, has been dismissed after discovery of his anonymously-written weblog, which was deemed obscene and pornographic (link to Babelfish translation). Apparently he was discovered when he posted his photo in a recent entry.
Can remarks published on a blog perso justify a dismissal? Yes according to the national Education which judged that this civil servant held a blog “obscene and pornographic”. It there posted its homosexuality and criticized its administration.
The fact is without precedent in France. Located on Internet via its blog Garfieldd.com, the headmaster of the technical school of Mende, in Lozere (48), at the beginning of January by national Education was revoked. The institution reproaches him for having published contents in “pornographic” matter on its blog, however held under pseudo (Garfieldd). But of the notes on its professional life frays with others intimate and on its states of hearts its function and identifiable place of work returned.
Besides in his last version(filedpartly), the chief of establishment posted his face in banner page. What could convince the professors of another college of the area to alert their hierarchy. “To denounce” others will say.
In an interview on line on the site of RTL, the headmaster reacts highly: “I challenge the pornographic term, that was never the case on my blog (…) in which I spoke about my life (and thus also) of my professional life. Objectively my blog was anonymous.” Like any civil servant, this headmaster was held with the duty of reserve, of which the blogs are not free.
I, unsurprisingly, discovered this when I noticed traffic getting a bit of a boost thanks to a link midway through the article.
This business rests the question of the freedom of the blogs compared to professional space. Abroad precedents exist: a Web designer American laid off in 2002, to have scoffed the life at its company (without quoting of names) on its blog Dooce.com; an employee of Microsoft in 2003, for an impertinent post published on its blog perso; an employee of bookshop in Edinburgh (Scotland) to have disparaged its employers; an air-hostess of Delta Air Lines to have photographed itself in uniform on an aircraft of its company in a sexy installation.
Heh. “Impertinent.” I like that.
I’m also starting to get hits from the ZDNet France article that the Yahoo! page was syndicated from. Two and a quarter years after ‘the incident’, and while things are slower, my 15 minutes of fame is still making itself known from time to time. Yikes.
This is hilarious…and (at times) freakishly accurate.
Disaffected! – a videogame parody of the Kinko’s copy store, a source of frustration from its patrons. Disaffected! puts the player in the role employees forced to service customers under the particular incompetences common to a Kinko’s store.
[…] Disaffected! gives the player the chance to step into the demotivated position of real FedEx Kinkos employees. Feel the indifference of these purple-shirted malcontents first-hand, and consider the possible reasons behind their malaise — is it mere incompetence? Managerial affliction? Unseen but serious labor issues?
[…] Disaffected! is an arcade-style game with fast action and high replayability. The player controls one or more employees behind the counter at a typical copy store. As each level starts, customers enter the store through the front doors and line up behind the cashiers at the counters. The player must try to find and deliver each customer’s order. Obstacles include confused employees, employees who refuse to work, employees who move orders around indiscriminately so the player cannot find them.
After the number of years I spent working at Kinko’s (now FedEx Kinko’s)…heh. Count me as very, very amused. And very glad I’m not working there anymore.
(via Boing Boing)
Three items caught my eye today:
Finally, after an extravagant introduction by Mr. Abernathy, who referred to Dr. King as “conceived by God” (“This personality cult is getting out of hand,” said a college student, and, to judge by the apathetic reception of Mr. Abernathy’s words, the crowd agreed), Dr. King himself spoke. There were some enthusiastic yells of “Speak! Speak!” and “Yessir! Yessir!” from the older members of the audience when Dr. King’s speech began, but at first the younger members were subdued. Gradually, the whole crowd began to be stirred. By the time he reached his refrains—“Let us march on the ballot boxes. . . . We’re on the move now. . . . How long? Not long”—and the final, ringing “Glory, glory, hallelujah!,” the crowd was with him all the way.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
On 4/4/67, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot. We were appalled. Anyone familiar with this period knows there were many assasinations before and after this, from political leaders to civil rights workers. We had had enough.
That weekend, there was a protest rally in Kokomo IN, hardly a bastion of liberal thought. Kokomo was then, and may be now, primarily a factory town. Berta, my mother, and I marched in the rally.
There were not many white faces in the Kokomo rally, but we were among them. It is only an accident of history we made it to the church where the rally ended without incident, as the streets of Kokomo were lined with jeering people, mostly white.
Scribbled notes while watching last Wednesday night’s episode of Lost (yes, I know, almost a full week late…but this was my first chance to finally watch it). Spoilers, obviously, so only read further if you want to…