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Saturday, February 07, 2004

Cilantro Bouquet 9:33:09 PM    comment []

Listening to this CD right now. I ripped it with the dbPowerAMP plugin for CDs, onto a folder on my desktop, then dragged the folder into the “My Music” subfolder of “My Documents.” The software included with the ew5000 immediately recognized the change and synchronized with the wireless receiver, allowing me to play it on my stereo. While this may not seem as effortless as removing the CD from the jewel case and putting it in the CD player, I will never again have to do that for this album.   The Flatlanders formed in 1971, led by Jimmie Dale Gilmore, putting together an album that didn’t get released until 1972, then as an 8-track that finally got some attention around 1980 in England. Gilmore hit the bigtime in the 1990s. In 1997, the group regrouped to record South Wind Of Summer for the movie The Horse Whisperer – though they did release More A Legend Than A Band in 1990, but it got minimal attention. Now there are two more CDs, Now Again from 2002 and this one, Wheels Of Fortune, released January 27, 2004. 8:38:34 PM    comment []

I Don’t Get It - II   We bombed the fuck outta Iraq because we merely suspected they were getting that exotic-sounding yellowcake from Niger. Thousands of Iraqi civilians died for this and at least 500 American soldiers. We were wrong, they didn’t have any, but we did have a Fox News boom-boom wet dream, these colors didn’t run, and no blue dress required dry cleaning.   Meanwhile, over in Pakistan, top nuclear scientist/hero Abdul Qadeer Khan admits to promiscuously selling nuke-le-yar (rhymes with “cellular,” as in “cellular phone explosion”) secrets to Libya, Iran, and North Korea. The only US response is silence and in Pakistan the exoneration of a national hero is universally cheered.   Still meanwhile, in Algeria, a Saudi Arabian (where the inbred royalty sponsored the 9/11 terrorist attacks) ambassador is summoned to explain why Abbas Madani, chairman of the Islamic front for salvation (that’s a terrorist front), was honored in “an official reception attended by the Saudi King Abdullah Bin Abdul Aziz.”   You got all those names down?   Doesn’t matter, my point is that we’ve been bombing the fuck outta the wrong difficult-to-pronounce places. 5:09:34 AM    comment []

Faust Revisited 4:29:29 AM    comment []

I Don’t Get It   Justin violently exposed Janet’s tit and now we’re ostracizing her? Justin will show up for the Grammys as though nothing happened at all, but Janet is forced into self-imposed exile. How can anyone, even if they have the name “Jackson” to make you think of Jesse and Michael, prevent accidental tit exposure other than by radical mastectomy? Why does Justin The Perp just “walk?” What is the message for our children? Is this a threat to Homeland Security? 4:24:04 AM    comment []

Janet The Sacred Cow   This weathered photo is a family icon. I didn’t “get it” the first time Dad whipped it out at one of those neighborly visits (people used to come over to “visit”). It broke the ice, loosened people up. There would be a spontaneous uproar of adult mirth, howls of laughter which I didn’t understand; to me it was just a cow with a misplaced udder. I knew what tits were, but to me they were just the way young animals got milk – something you saw daily on a farm. It was not until graduation into adolescence that I learned that tits were also a fetish, an object of fascination, of worship. Then puberty came and I understood. Giggle.   Thanks to Sister Bubbles for this scan! 3:59:09 AM    comment []