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|Sunday, December 7th, 2003|
|upheavals in the rodent world
One of my mice gave birth, apparently to only one baby. This is unusual, but I couldn't find any little half-eaten baby mice in the cage or other such evidence. Another of my mice, a fairly old one, died. The other of the elderly ones is sitting immobile and occasionally shaking; she was walking in wobbly circles yesterday. I put her in quarantine in case this is something contagious. The rats are OK, thank goodness. I'm going to do a little research and see if what's going on with the elderly mice is age-linked or contagious or what.
In slightly more cheering news, last night I saw an interesting movie on the International Channel, called Amanisahan. It's a historical biopic about a medieval Uighur woodcutter's daughter who became the concubine of the Khan of Yerchiang (Yarkand?) and helps compile the Mukam system of Uighur music. Since East Turkestan is currently under Chinese rule, even though the actors are all Uighur the film is in Mandarin. This was kind of amusing; I missed the first few minutes and didn't know what I was watching at first, and wondered why in the hell some sort of Afghan movie had been dubbed into Chinese. Even the Islamic names were sinicised; Wumaer and Abudureshiti instead of Omar and Abdulrashid. Also the acting was not great (possibly because the Uighur actors were not speaking in their native language), which combined with the crappy film stock they used makes it look like it's from 1953 rather than 1993. But it was about someone that I'd heard of before, and I love Central Asian music, with its fascinating blend of Arab, Indian, and Chinese elements. The music was great; they seem to have found some of the best Uighur instrumentalists available. If I had known about this beforehand, I'd have taped it. Current Mood: anxiousCurrent Music: Some weird-ass Hindi film song on TV
|My results from some sort of filler-out story thing.
nce upon a time there has a young BLACKSMITH named ADOLF. He was WOBBLILY FRYING in the OLD forest when he met SHINY HOMER, a run-away TECHNICAL SUPERVISOR FOR A NUCLEAR POWER PLANT from the CRISPY Queen EVA.
ADOLF could see that SHINY HOMER was hungry so he reached into his JAR and give him his DRUNKEN SUSHI. SHINY HOMER was thankful for ADOLF's SUSHI, so he told ADOLF a very RAPID story about Queen EVA's daughter EMILY. How her mother, the CRISPY Queen EVA, kept her locked away in a HOVEL protected by a gigantic DUST MITE, because EMILY was so STRIPED.
ADOLF DROPPED. He vowed to SHINY HOMER the TECHNICAL SUPERVISOR FOR A NUCLEAR POWER PLANT that he would save the STRIPED EMILY. He would COMPLAIN the DUST MITE, and take EMILY far away from her eveil mother, the CRISPY Queen EVA, and FLOAT her.
Then, all of the sudden, there was a WIZENED HAILSTORM and SHINY HOMER the TECHNICAL SUPERVISOR FOR A NUCLEAR POWER PLANT began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic DUST MITE from his story. CRISPY Queen EVA SKULKED out from behind a SHOEHORN and struck ADOLF dead. In the far off HOVEL you could hear a QUACK.
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|Thursday, December 4th, 2003|
No, actually my temperature is near normal...
I have unlocked the Gateless Barrier! Bow before me or face the wrath of my swarm of gigantic fire-breathing earwigs! MUGU KEEP OFF I DEY HERE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
I appear to have strep throat. Tomorrow morning, weather permitting, I will visit the local Aesculapius (and not the liquor store) and should be supplied with various pertinent medications. Until then, Dutch salty licorice does a damn fine job of keeping my throat manageable, better than the various brightly-coloured elixirs in the pharmacoepia above the bathroom sink. (Capital N, little y, BIG FUCKING Q!!!) Current Mood: nerdyCurrent Music: M. Bernes, Pesenka Frontovovo Shofera
|Tuesday, November 25th, 2003|
I decided to try to create a community here, for those interested in the Oulipo, Pataphysics, and other such pretentious crap. It will be called "Le Jardin de Merdre," in homage to the great Alfred Jarry. Unfortunately, I haven't recieved the email verification message, so le merdre, c'est ne pas dans le chateau pour maintenon. (For you Frogspeak-impaired, the shitr (read "Ubu Roi") ain't in the house for now. Pour les Francaises et les Quebecoises et les Senegalaises u.s.w., I apologise for my crappy grammar.) Current Mood: irritatedCurrent Music: Le Tombeau de Edgar Allan Poe, by Ilhan Mimaroglu
|a freca menta
The Romanian Mintrubbing Association just celebrated three years of publishing the Mint Rubbing Journal. Check the society out, and learn all about rubbing mint, burning gas, and cutting leaves for dogs.http://www.mintrubbing.org
|Sunday, November 23rd, 2003|
|something Jess sent me
Jess got this from someone, and recommended that I fill it out. It sounded like a rather amusing thing to do.
If I were a month I would be: November, when things get nice and cool out.
If I were a day of the week I would be: Sunday, when they show a good number of weird cartoons.
If I were a time of day I would be: Mid-afternoon, when it's best for walks and whatnot.
If I were a planet I would be: Tralfamadore. (Vonnegut rules!)
If I were a sea animal I would be: a giant squid.
If I were a direction I would be: North.
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: Marcel Breuer's famous "Wassily" chair.
If I were a sin I would be: lust.
If I were a historical figure I would be: Rinzai, founder of the most vicious and bizarre school of Zen. Thwack!
If I were a liquid I would be: Cantillon Gueuze (Belgian lambic beer).
If I were a tree I would be: #5, the Larch.
If I were a bird I would be: a Javanese Rice Finch. I dunno why.
If I were a tool I would be: a socket wrench.
If I were a flower/plant I would be: Hops.
If I were a kind of weather I would be: overcast.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: an odradek. (http://www.hum.au.dk/romansk/borges/vakalo/zf/html/body_the_odradek.html
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: an early Moog synthesizer.
If I were an animal, I would be: a badger. I've always liked and identified with them for some reason, simultaneously friendly and antisocial with a liking for undergroud places.
If I were a color, I would be: infrared.
If I were an emotion, I would be: a sense of aloof amusement.
If I were a vegetable, I would be: Nappa cabbage. Mmm, kimchi...
If I were a sound, I would be: a rather low-pitched hum.
If I were an element, I would be: one of the lanthanide group.
If I were a song, I would be: well, it would change a lot. Currently "Bedward the Flying Preacher," a cautionary tale about blind religious faith by Jamaican DJ Prince Far-I.
If I were a movie, I would be: anything by Eisenstein, Kurosawa, or Tarkovsky.
If I were a book, I would be: Finnegan's Wake. Interminable and baffling.
If I were a place, I would be: the Kalakuta Republic, musician/dissident Fela Kuti's compound in Lagos, Nigeria.
If I were a material, I would be: tweed.
If I were a taste, I would be: curry.
If I were a scent, I would be: aloe-wood incense.
If I were a religion, I would be: Either Taoism or Zen.
If I were a word, I would be: crapulent.
If I were an object, I would be: a hydrometer.
If I were a body part I would be: the elbow.
If I were a facial expression I would be: bewildered.
If I were a subject in school I would be: English. Or, depending on the school, Advanced Yoruba.
If I were a cartoon character I would be: My namesake Bender. I drink beer, smoke the occasional cigar, and am frequently sarcastic; and I was doing so before Futurama was on the air. Bite my shiny metal ass!
If I were a shape I would be: the Shining Trapezohedron. Ia Cthulhu!
If I were a number I would be: 65. No idea why, it was what first came to mind.
|Ah, the cultural sensitivity of times past...
I don't condone racism at all, but this is pretty fecking hilarious.http://www.player-care.com/ching-chong.html
Scroll down to the hilarious lyrics. If you can hear the MIDI file, note how remarkably un-Chinese it sounds... There's also a link to a MP3 of an actual player piano performing the song.
Incidentally, Jess has strep throat, and apparently caught it just in time to avoid complications. She should be better soon.
And on "King of the Hill," which for some reason is on the TV right now Hank was just listening to Aqualung. Jethro Tull rocks!
More info on the records...
Apparently the Taiwanese "Television Songs of Heavenly Melody" album cannot be from before 1963, as that was when the show first aired according to the internet. For a variety of reasons, I therefore find it safe to assume that therefore neither of the other two records (which I forgot to mention were pressed on colored clear plastic) are from before 1963.
|The latest report from Schnecksville...
Unfortunately Jess is currently very ill; hopefully she will be recovering ASAP. It really sucks that she's sick. Other than being worried about that, I've been relatively busy, with work and whatnot. I found some absolutely wonderful records from 50s or 60s Taiwan at Goodwill the other day. One is called "Television Songs of Heavenly Melody," and consists of Chinese-language versions of well-known Christian hymns; apparently it's from some kind of televangelist show. The other two are of straightforward Taiwanese and Chinese music, although inexplicably arranged for a mix of Chinese and Western instruments. Imagine the sound of pipa, electric lap steel guitar (in imitation of the qin?), sanxian, piano, and accordion... The accordion solos remind me of Cajun music. And a friend of mine from Ratebeer.com, "Fly," sent me a kickass CD that he burned, mostly African stuff but with detours to Jamaica, Bali, China, Finland, and elsewhere. I will get my revenge upon him with a CD of various Balkan music and other such tomfoolery when I get around to it. Current Mood: worriedCurrent Music: Linton Kwesi Johnson, "Mi Revalueshanary Fren"
|Wednesday, November 19th, 2003|
|Sunday, November 16th, 2003|
Yesterday was my first day on the new job. It went quite well. I know more or less how the system works, and how to use a Sludge Judge. Woohoo! And tonight Jess and I went to the Bethlehem Brew Works for dinner. Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: Spinal Tap, "Listen to the Flower People"
|Friday, November 14th, 2003|
|Nka ja galase. Ekeke ya nketsa letho!
Things are going well here in Alagbonland. I will be starting a new job tomorrow, helping maintain wastewater systems. $12 per hour. Beauty, eh? And Jess got me three more mice. Now in addition to my two rats and the three indistinguishable white mice which I have nicknamed "The Borg," I have three spotted mice, named Haley, Casey, and Weaver. They're spotted with fawn, greyish brown, and black with white dusting respectively, all on white backgrounds. Rodentastic! And then we went to Goodwill, and I got a really cool hat for 99 cents. Jess found a really huge orange glass vase which is very obviously from the 70s. Current Mood: satisfiedCurrent Music: Madrigals by Carlo Gesualdo da Venosa
|Wednesday, November 12th, 2003|
How to effectively keep reindeer from gnawing on your windowsills: a basic guide for homeowners
Yesterday was a good day. I spent most of it with Jess, we made a collage (using illustrations from an 1863 science textbook, an 1898 book about Africa, a book on old typography, and a monograph on the treatment of head injuries during the Thirty Years War), had some Indonesian food (homemade, what, do you think there's a freakin' Indonesian restaurant in freakin' Allentown? Actually we've got damn near everything else) and otherwise kept ourselves quite amused. Jess's chinchillas are doing well, as are my rats & mice. The day before, I went to Goodwill and found a really nice yunomi (Japanese tea cup) and some extremely hard-to-find records, most notably the self-titled 1979 album by the Flying Lizards. All for a total of $1.25! That's pretty much all that's notable...
|Monday, November 10th, 2003|
Forgot to mention...
The Lost Episode of Family Guy ("When You Wish Upon a Weinstein") rocked. Good thing I taped it.
Monday, bloody Monday.
I woke up this morning and at about 8:15 went for a walk outside in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot. When I got back inside I checked the thermometer and it was only 31. It was a little chilly, but I wouldn't have guessed that cold. And then when I was reading the paper, a bird (it looked like a finch of some kind, a little grey thing with a sort of pyramidal red-orange beak) flew into the sliding glass door. It got back up and flew away as if nothing had happened.
|Sunday, November 9th, 2003|
It's getting colder. Woohoo! And tonight the Cartoon Network is showing an episode of Family Guy that Fox never aired. Woohoo²! Apparently there are a great number of jokes about religion in it. Which strikes me as ironic seeing as how on their episodes of Futurama they block out the word "Jesus" in the phrase "Sweet Zombie Jesus." But I suppose that's because the original copies are still in the hands of Fox, and the Cartoon Network got syndication copies that were probably altered to keep fundamentalist rednecks from crapping their pants. Anyway, the episode should kick ass.