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    I worry sometimes that I am maybe too easily sidetracked.
Is this squandered flow?  Even flow has its drawbacks.

    I worry sometimes that I am maybe too easily sidetracked.

    Is this squandered flow? 
    Even flow has its drawbacks.

    (Source: endpolio.org)

     
  2. Plays: 69

    (98 second excerpt)

    This combines many of my very special things including
    (1) accents,
    (2) songs with counting,
    (3) dipthongization/vowel breaking (the fow-urth element of hip hop),
    (4) the ridiculousness of the guy whose signature makes the silly piece of paper conferring my graduate degree just a little more valuable.

    I forget how I found this so many years ago but I still refer to it all the time:

    "Now you think you are finished, but No!"

    If I had written tests for the courses I was pitching, that would be the lead in to the last section maybe 1/2 the time.

     
  3. (12.2 minutes)
    Not enough of you have listened to this, as I am maybe half of the current playcount, but you should: I know I have said this about Scott's little stories before, but they are kind of the greatest.  This one is less little, but not in a way where the greatness is diluted.

    It is probably at least on par with David Foster Wallace’s “The Boy"—which I love and still listen to about once a month—if not a little better because of sort of being reminiscent of High School Hypnosis*; which I also love as someone who was also on the school assembly circuit as a traveling, singing, educational puppeteer. 

    (*As far as I know, neither I nor Mark Riley, the KotB cerebral pasly puppet, ever gave any children boners on stage.  Thank goodness.)

     
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    The Question:  Did you break your own rule—regarding the impropriety of rapping women of pallor (excluding Debbie Harry)—in order to definitely not impress upon a beautiful young kangaroo of a Melbourne-and-raised spectroscopist (you may remember him from such anecdotes as: the time the author slightly exaggerated an interest in learning the rules of cricket, based on a very real interest in the rules of Whack-Bat, toward encouraging ANY sort of conversational interaction) the pervasive hegemony of American popular-culture IN the middle of a fairly fancy scientist dinner at a high end Swiss restaurant? 

The Answer: Does a bear shit in the far far far West Philadelphia woods?  (Like Central PA far.)  It was kind of glorious as it came from a place of truthiness: on a playground WAS where I spent most of my days.  An indoor voice was used, if that makes it any better. 

Later, I totally got appreciative nods from the other Aussies at the table for dropping some science vis à vis the 90’s animated series “Rocko’s Modern Life” and giving a scene by scene verbal description of the Men at Work song most appropriate to their home.

    The Question: Did you break your own rule—regarding the impropriety of rapping women of pallor (excluding Debbie Harry)—in order to definitely not impress upon a beautiful young kangaroo of a Melbourne-and-raised spectroscopist (you may remember him from such anecdotes as: the time the author slightly exaggerated an interest in learning the rules of cricket, based on a very real interest in the rules of Whack-Bat, toward encouraging ANY sort of conversational interaction) the pervasive hegemony of American popular-culture IN the middle of a fairly fancy scientist dinner at a high end Swiss restaurant?

    The Answer: Does a bear shit in the far far far West Philadelphia woods? (Like Central PA far.) It was kind of glorious as it came from a place of truthiness: on a playground WAS where I spent most of my days. An indoor voice was used, if that makes it any better.

    Later, I totally got appreciative nods from the other Aussies at the table for dropping some science vis à vis the 90’s animated series “Rocko’s Modern Life” and giving a scene by scene verbal description of the Men at Work song most appropriate to their home.

     
  5. In fairness to their Amazon categorization, I DO find many moments in both Avengers and Skyfall to be quite touching.

    Indeed, the last 12 minutes of the former are always queued up as a cinematic lachrymator, just because I like a catharsis on call. I feel like one could make the argument on all of these.

     
  6. It’s not a point of pride to be so Pavlovianically conditioned (that is a top notch rat-hole), but every time I hear parts of this in the ambient top 40 that pervades in public spaces, I am triggered to check what’s in the box (what’s in the BOX?!), as it sounds like samples of some of the Eudora Rooster’s best work since the late 90’s. 

     
  7. Plays: 39

    "Here it is - Boner Jams ‘03. It’s a mixtape of all my favorite boner scenes in the summer of 2003."

    (Catharsis distillate: the 69s cut.)

     
  8. Plays: 19

    (62s, not full song)

    Suggestion! Go through your [Desktop Crap] files (maybe named something different and more work friendly, it happens,) every once in a while. 

    You may find that you have had more (sometimes unfortunate) follow-through than you might generally remember or publicly admit. 

    We need bowel rockin’/
    not perfection /

    Let me get some action /
    from the back section.

    Anyhow, it might induce a pleasant enough self-satisfaction for a Friday.

     
  9. Kinda a weird song about the conception and youth of a nation, but life’s a funny thing and today is the day for such.

    (The only tone that could potentially displace the Eudora rooster from my roster of alerts is maybe a cut of "I heard the news today, oh boy!" from this, though my experiment last week using the epic opening of “Taking Care of Business” as the pre-work alarm-clock sound (as opposed to the 4AM drinking reminder) actually led to a 4 days of grim snooze-ing as opposed to waking up ready to conquer the world. If I had an auto-check for some manner of RSS reader, I would definitely be generating an m4r.)

     
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    ♫  People:
♫  “People” without people,
♫  is the cluckiest “People”
♫  in the world. 

(this particular one: it’s a start.)

    ♫ People:
    ♫ “People” without people,
    ♫ is the cluckiest “People”
    ♫ in the world.

    (this particular one: it’s a start.)

     
  11. Visiting one’s old “home” airport and not running into any acquaintances has the same disquieting feeling as visiting one’s old high school and seeing all the fetuses running around pretending to be adolescents. A couple ghosts, who would be reasonable passengers heading toward the same destination, but probably results of pareidolia mixed with flight-madness induced prosopagnosia. These travelers are not MY travelers. Also: I almost just headed for AirBART on autopilot instead of catching my connection.

    The places mostly persist though, reminding me of my inability to legitimately adopt certain colloquial pronunciations, despite my best efforts.

    Here I go, here I go, here I go, again.

     
  12. Plays: 9

    While not my favorite* song with this theme, I can imagine—violating an unspoken agreement—going out on my dumb and spider appeasing TN porch annex and setting this track on a loop and thinking about the CA ‘view house.  And maybe also an old pal in upstate NY who characterized my collection of banjo music as “Hillbilly Porn Grooves”.  

    (Eli was way too cool for me.)

    While “I’d be just as sassy as Trigger or Lassie” is pretty great, the timing of a background barking dog and "not a doggone thing" is gonna pull the win out every time because it’s the best. 

     
  13. Big (1988), Scenes 67,72,73//Giant Size 7 (2014)

    1. JOSH: ...You see it won't be like these where you just follow the story along. You would actually make a whole different story appear just by pressing these buttons.
    2. SUSAN: An electronic comic book? That's amazing!
    3. JOSH: Yeah. An electric comic book. It's gonna be different every time.
    4. SUSAN: This is incredible. You're brilliant--you know that?
    5. JOSH: If you like one you could see it, you know, over and over and over again.
    6. SUSAN: You're wonderful.
    7. JOSH: You really like it?...You think Mac will like it? You know, what we could do...We could do like sports comics...or like if you're going to steal second or something like that...You'd have sports books...baseball, football...really, it work with almost any sport there is. Hockey!
    8. ...
    9. JOSH: There's this flat screen inside with pictures on it and you read it. And when you get down to the bottom you have to make a choice of what the character's going to do...Like if he going to go in and fight the dragon then you have to push one of the buttons.
    10. PAUL: Excuse me.
    11. JOSH: Paul.
    12. PAUL: I don't get it.
    13. JOSH: Well, it's a comic book that....
    14. SUSAN: See, there's a computer chip inside which stores the choices, so when you reach the end of the page, you decide where the story goes. That's the point.
    15. MR. M: Terrific, Susan.
    16. SUSAN: A kid makes his own decision.
    17. MR. M: This is really possible?
    18. SUSAN: Yeah. In fact, it's a very simple program. Isn't that right?
    19. MAN: So what happens when you run out of choices?
    20. SUSAN: Well, that's the great thing. You can just sell different adventures. Just pop in a new disk and you get a whole new set of options.
    21. MAN: We could market this on a comic book rack.
    22. JOSH: I'll be right back.
    23. MR. M: How much would the unit cost?
    24. SUSAN: Well, our initial figure is around...around $7.00, with a retail cost of around $18.95.
    25. PAUL: You expect a kid to pay $19.00 for a comic book?
    26. SUSAN: I think a kid....Would you excuse me?
     
  14. Compromised samples and lost work?!? 
    You better believe this is an afternoon where Steve Perry and I will have some words.

    Stuck in my head—Stuck in your head.  That just happened.

    Let’s take a break and start the day over on Hawaii time.
    That seems like the most reasonable option.

     
  15. Every once in a while I wake up (sometimes in the middle of the day, it isn’t necessarily a literal cessation of slumber) and think that maybe earworms are some sort of Aural Pica, wherein we are afflicted with an obsessive desire to consume what we ultimately maybe even need—you know—to hear, albeit not in the healthiest way.
    Anyhow, looped this for an hour, maybe a few more to go.