If you would like something to eat, there are biscuits in the tin.
See, heebie? We don't have mutually exclusive tastes in music.
2: What if I would like to eat something other than biscuits? Is there roast duck with spicy curry in the tin?
I'm trying to figure out why I don't like this one nearly as much as the last. I think it's just because I recognize far fewer of the samples, which I think is because I'm getting old and don't really keep up with hip-hop and all.
5: http://alldaysamples.com is pretty swank and helpful.
Right, I've seen that, but that's not quite the point--I mean, the pleasure of the first wasn't a cognitive sort of knowing that X or Y was being sampled; it was feeling recognition in, you know, that module of the brain that evolved to recognize dance-music on the veldt.
I suppose I could look up, DL, and listen to all the songs being sampled until I'm equally familiar with them as I was with the first set, but the very idea sounds exhausting.
... and now I'm going to go to bed, after yelling at the kids on the lawn.
You're never going to make varsity with that kind of attitude, x. trapnel.
The site linked in 6 is dope, or whatever the kids say when they like something.
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Almost completely censored from mainstream corporate media, perhaps the largest prison strike in US history: http://tinyurl.com/2fngr3l
The demands:
A LIVING WAGE FOR WORK: In violation of the 13th Amendment to the Constitution prohibiting slavery and involuntary servitude, the DOC demands prisoners work for free.
EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITIES: For the great majority of prisoners, the DOC denies all opportunities for education beyond the GED, despite the benefit to both prisoners and society.
DECENT HEALTH CARE: In violation of the 8th Amendment prohibition against cruel and unusual punishments, the DOC denies adequate medical care to prisoners, charges excessive fees for the most minimal care and is responsible for extraordinary pain and suffering.
AN END TO CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENTS: In further violation of the 8th Amendment, the DOC is responsible for cruel prisoner punishments for minor infractions of rules.
DECENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Georgia prisoners are confined in over-crowded, substandard conditions, with little heat in winter and oppressive heat in summer.
NUTRITIONAL MEALS: Vegetables and fruit are in short supply in DOC facilities while starches and fatty foods are plentiful.
VOCATIONAL AND SELF-IMPROVEMENT OPPORTUNITIES: The DOC has stripped its facilities of all opportunities for skills training, self-improvement and proper exercise.
ACCESS TO FAMILIES: The DOC has disconnected thousands of prisoners from their families by imposing excessive telephone charges and innumerable barriers to visitation.
JUST PAROLE DECISIONS: The Parole Board capriciously and regularly denies parole to the majority of prisoners despite evidence of eligibility.
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I guess I don't like things that are great.
C'mon, peep. Deep down, you like me.
14: Good point! I guess I like at least one great thing. Except I'm not sure it's right to call you a thing.
You are your thing and me am my thing.
I got a thing, you got a thing, everybody got a thing.
I'm as free as a thing now, and this thing you can not change.
I almost signed 14 as Pauly Shore, but then that seemed like it would be an obscure rule violation. Like George Brett's pine tar.
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Is Moby around? Maybe Chávez will let him put his yurt here.
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A sock puppet filled with rotten meat.
How obscure is the rule against modifyng the ball, really, apo?
I'm sure it makes me a bad American and all that, but I kinda love Hugo Chavez.
"Okay, move the homeless people into the presidential palace. I'm gonna go pitch this tent Moammar Qaddafi gave me."
25.2 and where is that Ukrainian nurse to help?
I'm gonna go pitch this tent Moammar Qaddafi gave me."
I've never been attracted to him in that way.
Anyway, I don't have a yurt yet. Just a 4 person thing from REI.
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thanks for the info natilo, that is sobering. in unsympathetic, frivolous GA news, here is my grandma's house for sale, having been rendered hideous on the interior by tasteless morons. n.b. my dad sold the house for 200K in 2000 because he wanted to piss me off. (and he just didn't want to deal with having a house he didn't live in, renting, whatever, a variety of other fairly legitimate reasons, I concede.) my brother told me at the time to chill out, we could always buy it back later if we really wanted to. temptation to buy it back is high, but then how am I supposed to keep an eye on it from here? property managers like I was telling my dad, right? suddenly sounds like more of a pain in the ass from this end. then, it's a big chunk of change, too. I could ruthlessly lowball them, though, right? finally, do I want to live near my dad, ever? he drives me fucking crazy. but I'm worried my step-mother is going to die pretty soon and he can't live alone. he's physically fine, in better shape than me, does yoga and stands on his head for 15 minutes a day, he'll just have some full-on emotional trip-out within a month. which will drive me crazy, as noted. there has to be some reason I moved 15,000 miles away. I don't really plan to leave here until the kids are 18 anyway. property managers, um. maybe my brother would go halvsies?
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I guess the housing crash hasn't really hit Savannah.
I have the perfect solution, al: you buy the house, and I'll live there.
With insurance, taxes, and management fees, you'd need a five figure rent to break even.
You would? 10k a month is 120k a year. That seems a bit steep for a 900K house. I am a bit amused that a gorgeous historic home in Savannah goes for the same amount as a nice but nothing crazy two bedroom on the upper west side. And the rent on that would not be in the five figures.
If you want to be a landlord, you could try a cheaper city. For example, Pittsburgh's Troy Hill neighborhood has 2,000 residents and all of it's taxable real estate (basically all houses except for the ketchup factory) is assessed at 3.6 million.
The crumbling but historic subdivided mansion with leaks, dying windows, lots of pretty detailing in an above average but nowhere near top end NYC neighbourhood is worth about that much. It's got fifteen residents.
33: When I was growing up, I was always told that 60 months rent = purchase price if you aren't living in it. I realize that has to have changed since interest rates are much lower now than then. But, in my current neighborhood, rent seems to be about $1,000 for every $100,000 in price.
36 implies about 18% return assuming full occupancy, neglecting upkeep. That's a really good return, banks or developers would jump at the chance to rent under those terms, I think.
36 implies about 18% return assuming full occupancy, neglecting upkeep.
I think I rented from you when I was in college.
If so, the guy who puked down the cold air return was a house guest and not one of you tenants. I hope that didn't cause you too much trouble. If it makes you feel better, he was regular sick and not drunk. He was also an asshole as his only word of apology was, "Don't worry, I hit the drain."
Anyway, I may be an overly risk adverse investor.
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Finally watched the Scott Pilgrim movie. Semi-confirmed my fears. Immediate impressions: It more or less fails the Bechdel test. Visually I loved it, and the goofy 80s-video-game-ness of it all worked for me. Also the Envy Adams \sim Emily Haines thing amused me. But it's disappointing that they ripped out the emotional core of the books: they set up Scott as an asshole, included his version of the story of how he started dating Kim, and then totally failed to include the bit where he visits her and they have a crucial talk and he realizes his version of the story was total bullshit and that he is an ass. In general, the movie's relegating of Kim Pine to the background is its downfall; she's instrumental to making the books work.
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Al, those are high class problems. That is a nice house. I don't know your father, but I get the feeling that you are at a comfortable distance from him. Mine is 100 miles away right now and that is far too close.
If I'd known you'd try to compile it I would have just typed '~'.
Al, I feel for you. I mentioned a while back that my fabulous childhood home (click on "accommodations" to see the photo that most fills me with nostalgia) was for sale. Apparently, it sold and is back in business as a b&b. It wouldn't have made any sense for us to buy it, though we could have if we'd sold our house and moved back there, but dear God I wanted it, and still do.
I don't know which typo in the ad linked in 29 is most annoying. Maybe "dinning room"? Or "Carrera marble". (Something to do with a porn star?)
46: Maybe it has a room for making a loud noise.
If I'd known you'd try to compile it I would have just typed '~'.
Only in the most technical sense did I try to compile it; I knew there was an error and just wanted to get the precise error message.
high class problems indeed. the housing crash hasn't settled in properly, and indeed it's been on the market for at least 8 months. I am inclined to hope someone will bite at this price, fail at having it be a holiday rental, then capitulate at 450/500K in 3 years. because I am evil. also a bear on housing generally.
pretend I inserted "indeed" like 8 more times in the above comment.
I like the idea of nosflow moving out there to be property manager while he finishes his diss. ... Perhaps the job could be passed on from one Mineshaft ABD to the next, in a great chain of despair personal growth.
as property manager ben will have to hack our the careeerra marble and put a suitable salvaged mantelpiece in there. it used to be set up to burn only coal, with a big cast iron plate and a small area for coals. if they've opened them all up to be wood-burning then bully for them. fireplace in 3 of 4 bedrooms=awesome. going to sleep with a fire dying out in the room is the greatest. I mean, as long as it's in the fireplace.
re: scott pilgrim I heard that they had managed to mangle the story to fail the bechdel test and thought, fuck them, it won't be good if they've gone and fucked it up that bed.
I think the manual labor would be good for ben. 'shopcraft as soulcraft' etc. As for SP, I watched it recently with the woman I had dumped a few weeks previous, and enjoyed it, despite being primed to be annoyed by the Bechdel-fail.
'shopcraft as soulcraft' etc.
That book, the precious-macho style of which it is a pluperfect example and the ink-stained-wretch-nodding-to-coal-miner-deferential reviews make me, a meek and gentle fellow if ever there was, want to hit someone with an attentive, unalienated, Thomas-Jefferson-at-Monticello two-by-four with a nail in it.
Because I'm a feminist I'm lazy going all sub specie aeternitatis about one's hobbies and/or profession is almost always just rank confirmation bias and always a tired, threadbare rhetorical device I'm getting old and cynical.
The Girl Talk album is clever, amusing, and something I can't imagine listening to more than twice.
Actually, I rather like building things with wood. (I'm not very good at it, though.)
52: on the plus side I do get the sense that neb has surprisingly exquisite taste.
I love my manual labor job. I get to drink beer at 10 am, and its OK. The work is pretty good, too. I don't think baking is considered a macho trade, though.
Only in the most technical sense did I try to compile it; I knew there was an error and just wanted to get the precise error message.
The depths of neb's nerddom continue to astound.
45: Wow, is that a beautiful house.
I would have thought you'd salute my commitment to accuracy, Kraab.
45: Jesus, that house is wonderful. There's one in Northampton (Mass.), as it happens, that looks quite similar and always turned your head when passing. Nostalgia indeed.
Giving up a childhood home is hard, man! I'm thinking very tentatively of the very prospect of maybe possibly selling my mom's (previously my grandparents') house in NH -- the small cottage-on-a-lake that I've mentioned before. It's taken two years to even remotely approach the notion, and will probably take another two to actively consider it, in part because I continue to think of New England as home, and how can I not have any ties there any more? How can that be? And the house itself makes me feel as safe and secure as I did as a child; no small thing. Growing up is a bitch, and I find myself lately trying to turn this around into a sense of freedom.
A Girl Talk show would probably be pretty fun.
66: We saw him at the Austin City Limits festival last year. It was fun.
The vacation home my great grandfather had built and which is where I would normally be going in a week or so, but my mom wants to take a break from the annual Christmas-in-Poland thing. So GenevaPays de Gex it is.
Oops, no it isn't, it's just exactly like it (I googled the name of the house, got that and assumed it was our place, but it's some other old Zakopane vacation house)
I'm thinking very tentatively of the very prospect of maybe possibly selling my mom's (previously my grandparents') house in NH -- the small cottage-on-a-lake that I've mentioned before.
Sounds like a good place for someone to write a dissertation. Getting tired of perfect weather yet, Ben?
Orbs will strike the rustic emperor's doberman, Rover, oh my!
The weather here is FAR from perfect.
Oh well, sometimes the right European domicile resists one's method.
Onglet with steamed turnips, roasted échalotes, & demiglace reduction, on mâche.
Out where scientists take Ritalin every day, Rudy offers methamphetamine.
"Only wine!", says Tom, relishing each drop; refines, "only Muscatel!"
Only when Star Trek reruns explode does Roddenberry owe money.
71: I wrote about half of my master's thesis there, while staying there alone during a January -- maybe February -- month. I listened to the wireless a lot. The thesis, on Wittgenstein, wasn't very good in the end, but that's no reflection on the place, but rather on the task of writing about Wittgenstein. The place was excellent. In February.
"Or women?" suggests Tim, raising eyebrow, dick. Rebutted: "or men!".
Without wanting to appear needlessly critical, I think that something's being not very good could not solely be a reflection on the task of writing about Wittgenstein.
Omniscient warrior snake: this remains every deity's reverie of malevolence.
Omphaloskeptic woman seeks to roam endlessly, despite rigors of meditation.
-- Ousterhout wrote scripting tools, remember?
-- Energy drinks ruined our memory.
Omar wrestled slimy tentacles, rotting eels: devils reaching out, menacingly.
82: It was for me, babe. Or maybe I wasn't in the right frame of mind. I decided that writing about (solely) Wittgenstein was not a good idea, in any case. It seems to cause a mental cramp, when it should not. It should not! Now I blame the institution of thesis-writing. About Wittgenstein. So much has been written.
Oligarch! Wraiths sorcelled Thumper! Ready Erotegon's dread red ox marauders?
Onan wanking solo transcends ratiocinatory exegesis, delivers rigidly ouroboric masturbation.
One who stupidly* tried rendering European dialect's reverse of murder(s?).
*But reversed two letters in the attempt.**
**But discovered a Roman surprise anyway.
Obladi Whoahblada Strife Toes Ron, Eyaaah, Dada Raidlee Ouife Maison.
One who stupidly* tried rendering European dialect's reverse of murder(s?).
Singular (nominative). Reverse plural would be AWTSREDROM.
