Thursday, September 12, 2002|
What's new in Frontier 9. 8:31:10 PM | permalink | comment [] |
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Chained melodies "Copyright-holding corporations are pushing new laws and computer-crippling technologies in their war on piracy. But can anything keep geeks from copying the music and movies they crave?"
This is from last March but I missed it and thought it worth passing along. 8:29:46 PM | permalink | comment [] |
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Wild English Rose I met a wild English rose She said Listen, this is how it goes I know you, you will never know me I paint with colours you cannot see Some people wear the same shoes Day after day, never care to choose Some people love that runway style An English rose is a barefoot child Wild, wild English rose Life is a colour Wild, wild English rose I never dreamed that you would let go She said, Nothing blows a man like success A woman is more than the cut of her dress Paint by numbers and you will find It's only a rose when you draw your own line A curve is a place to hide the truth A lie is a call from a telephone booth The past is a race that no one wins You can't commit an original sin Wild, wild English rose Life is a colour Wild, wild English rose I never dreamed that you would I never thought that you would let go I met a wild English rose She said, Listen everybody knows I came here to dance with you Love is a deed you never undo Wild, wild English rose Life is a colour Wild, wild English rose I never dreamed that you would I never thought that you could I never dreamed that you would let go I met a wild English rose Life is a colour Wild, wild English rose Life is a colour I met a wild English rose Life is a colour Life is a colour Life is a colour © 2002 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow 4:48:34 PM | permalink | comment [] |
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Keith Olbermann "Practically speaking, these were no more than minor construction accidents, more inconvenience than threat. But they led to a perfect re-creation, in miniature, of the events of a year ago. Mercifully, they did not present anywhere near the level of seriousness; but the threat, the sense of immediate danger, the loss of a sense of safety, triggered all the same emotions that overtook New York a year ago today. " [Salon Headlines]
In the introduction to The Portable Jung, Joseph Campbell describes a meeting between Freud and Jung. Just as Freud denounces "occultism" a loud crack emantes from a cupboard in the room. Jung suggests this was not mere coincidence and that it will happen again. Freud scoffs. And another loud crack is heard. 11:18:20 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Frontier 9 is now available. [Scripting News] 10:59:00 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Mac Heads Immortalized in Pixels. A new service called Iconize Me brings portraiture to the digital masses by creating computer icons from users' likenesses. Well, Mac users, anyway. [Wired News]
OK, I want one. In fact, I think maybe a family portrait set is in order. 10:56:58 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Even reverse cowgirls get the clues  .1:28:12 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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John bites the hand that needs it 1:20:33 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Avoid Freud was the name of Rough Trade's first
album, featuring the delightfully over-the-top (for its time) High
School Confidential and one of my personal favourites, Grade B Movie ("Hello Johnny, hello Johnny").
Anway I mention it because the title of their second album was to be For Those Who Think Jung. And so it was, after a fashion, except that once the focus groups were finished with it For Those Who Think Young seemed less likely to confuse the Consumer. And thus was another nail driven into the coffin of irony.She's a cool, blonde, scheming bitch She makes my body twitch Walking down the corridor..... you can hear, uh, her stiletto click I want her so much I feel sick The girl can't help it, she really can't help it now It's like a high school, a high school confidential It's like a high school, a high school confidential - Rough Trade, High School Confidential 12:48:57 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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