shibboleth

An exhibit by Doris Salcedo (via s lot).

disaster capitalism

At least someone is using the Harper's article to teach, too.

'cause you can never have too much Rza, and Jarmusch...

And the classic, Fishing with John:

Coffee and Cigarettes:

Support the Writer Strike

Support the writers' strike (including The Not Daily Shows'). Update: And their betters.

donation radiohead

in case you missed it, the new album still available online; it grows on you.

new additions

Five weeks old straight from New Orleans, these little love-hate creatures. Brought home as gift (some people seeming always to have animals to give, particularly to us) not long after we found this amusing, even after about the dozenth time:



Now the joke's on us, naturally.

birdeye maple, strange walnut

"pulled directly out of Rudy Giuliani's ass"

heh:

"...numbers that, like the cancer, were pulled directly out of Giuliani's ass."

n+1 pamphlet: series

Scott McLemee on it.

cutboards, selling, etc.

Lucy eats more wild blueberries than she puts in the bucket. (She gets no pie.) Note also how the Mahogany twin (Sapele) resembles mature cherry in color, while the newer cherry in the smaller of the striped boards is more like curly maple, white. Photosensitive, cherry. Prices have gone modestly up.

Evangelicals and Capitalism, redux

"Faith-based" or not The Rockies are still an excellent (particularly infield) team (not least of all because The Tourists are their farm).

This article in The Nation only then a little harsh, maybe (via OGM:

The Rockies right now are a noxious reflection of a time in US history when generals speak of crusades and the President recounts his personal conversations with Yahweh. ("You're doing a heckuva job, Goddy!")

If Monfort, O'Dowd and Hurdle want to pray on their own time, more power to them. But the ballpark isn't a church. Smoltz isn't a preacher. And fans aren't a flock. Instead of using their position of commercial power to field a God Squad, the Rockies might want to think about getting some decent players. There was once this guy named Babe Ruth. Not too much for the religion, and his character was less than sterling. But I hear he could play some decent ball.

centennial

In case you missed it.

hawking my wares

Four more...cutting boards, handcrafted (out of scrap) by yours truly. Considering they each take several hours to make and start at $15 (plus shipping&handling), one may as well call it a labor of love.


This one be very thin (hence, light) at 7/16 x 14 x 13.25; maple, cherry and walnut. Quite a lot of belt sanding.
















#2) Hickory center with walnut border, much heavier @ 3/4 x 12.25 square.







#3 and #4 are both cherry (very pretty), one rectangle one sqaure, roughly 5/8 thick.



Several spoken for already, but if interested please do send an email. Will gladly make to order.



"Intellectual activity is incompatible with any large amount of bodily exercise."

"Our bond, it seems to me, was not affirmative, but negative. We had individually found one thing or another to quarell with in our past life, and were pretty well agreed as to the inexpediancy of lumbering along with the old system any further. As to what should be substituted, there was much less unanimity." - Coverdale

-as read recently in: Joshua Glen, "The Argonaut Folly", n+1 number 5.

tout court

pages 114-117 of The Society of the Spectacle; imagine a quote here...

air architecture and unmoorings

Shortwavemusic.blogspot.com, one of my favorite mp3 blogs, is back:

Shortwave radios, as we all know, are time machines.

Not in any sense that H.G. Wells or Mort Weisinger or Ib Melchior might recognize. Rather, think of the ionosphere as a sort of plasmic Advent calendar with infinite variations. In the architecture of the sky, windows open and close, shape-shift and change coordinates; cross-beams splinter into kindling or gather into thick, verdant, untamed rushes. Space lacks fixity; no scene occurs twice. If there's any parallel to be drawn to those hoary old science-fiction legends, it's the notion that the more one wants to control one's trajectory, the more one loses it.

But, unlike all but the most dystopian of time-travel stories, the correct course of action when travelling on the wavebands is to give oneself over entirely to chance. You're never without reference points - frequencies, bandwidths, the needless distractions of date lines and time zones - but the epiphanies are in the unmooring, the throw of the rudder, the casting of the compass into the sea.

today's (snazzy) cutting board for sale...

It's a shitty camera phone.


Bonus: no knife marks on this one yet.