We have cut off our nose to spite our face.
While rummaging through my hard drive, I found a demo that Warren and I recorded, for which the source files are long gone. It’s not anywhere near finished, but it’s never going to be more finished than it is now.
If I ran the Liberal campaign, this would be my TV ad:
…for thirty seconds, followed by thirty seconds of this:
That is all.
Open letter to the Liberal Party:
HOLY HELL WHY ARE YOU SO INCOMPETENT AT RUNNING A CAMPAIGN
READ MY LIPS: PRIME MINISTER HARPER
COME HOME CHRÉTIEN ALL IS FORGIVEN
- Like music
- Like music that doesn’t suck
- Like hip-hop
- Like hip-hop that isn’t all thugged out
- Like me
- Like me and people related to me
…for you see, she is awesome. And explicit. Also, she wears hoodies:
I, Jairus, also wear hoodies:
You see the resemblance, I am certain. Also, her music is driven by the wearing of a fantastic hat:
As is mine:
I trust you have been sufficiently convinced.
Because my journal has been noticably absent of content recently, and also because I have to be at work in two hours and cannot sleep, I give you the GIFT OF GOOGLE VIDEO:
Astrology and Other Dark-Sided Things. I actually felt bad for her for the first twenty seconds or so. Then I felt bad for her family.
Obscured, by Dir en Grey. This just goes to show, however weird some Americans try to be, it ain’t no thing to the Japanese.
And the best for last: ROLLING THUNDER SPECIAL!
Can any of you who live in LA pick up a copy of Sunday’s paper for me? I’ll pay for the paper, your time, and shipping.
The new Killing Joke album is a cross between old Killing Joke and old Ministry.
The good parts.
What a waste of a weekend.
Ten years ago today, I lost one of my best friends.
I miss you, little buddy.
An Ode To My Monitor
What ho! What’s this on my wood desk,
Something too large for words;
A screen so bright to be grotesque,
Clearly the work of nerds!
Ratio and size, sixteen to nine
Rotating stand to turn
The screen, not bound to the landscape,
Or such worldly concerns;
A guide that serves to hold the lines
So the cables can’t intertwine
Rounds out a perfect shape.
An Ode to my Hypothalamus
This link is dedicated to Yann.
Without resorting to hyperbole, I can confidently state that it is the single greatest creative work that the human race has ever produced. Millions of years of evolution, and thousands of years of violent culture have led to this. At no point previously has our species had the rich artistic heritage which is necessary to support a body of work this teeming with life.
No man before nor after will be able to equal it’s depth and symbolism.
If humanity is to last for a thousand thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.‘
A city frozen
under stars and amber lights
dreams of wind and earth
where stillness serves to lift the burden
of concrete spirits
and sleeping streets sink into brief respite
the sharp air bringing such a hush upon the world
even the birds refuse to break the peace
in this, all things agree
the snow is a blanket of silver dust on the world
the moon a bright cut across velvet sky.
I have been using the internet for over half my life.