by Chris Barrus
Cult radio legend Joe Frank — whose surreal, intimate, always-compelling psychosoundscape monologues have been a public radio staple for decades — just launched a website. Contains show archives going back to the ’70s. Absolutely essential.
I’m happy to see that Nick Ring has started a blog. Be sure to check out his Silent Radio music project and his show on WRPI, Tangential Mind. Yes the station streams. Yes, you should be reading his blog.
Music For Airports 1/2 is a simulator of one of the tracks from Eno’s Music For Airports. In place of the tape loops from the original piece, the site uses a series of looped QuickTime files.
MetaFilter links to the city of Kaliningrad a.k.a. the ancient city of Königsberg, home of the famous 7 bridges topology problem.
Post WWII life under the Soviet Union wasn’t kind to Kaliningrad, which is now one of the ugliest cities in the world and a destination for “shock tourism.”
A post on the NYC Craig’s List is making the rounds…
Ladies,
Please help me in killing this phrase: “partner in crime”.
Why?
It’s un-funny, too precious, and it has become an awful cliche.
What can you do to help?
1)Don’t use it in personal ads.
2)Advise your friends not to use it in personal ads.
Thanks and best of luck.
Yours,
The English Language
I’m happy to see that long-time friend Nicholas Corwin has a ‘blog up. He’s one of the few folks whose erudite emails are very much in the old and near-dead tradition of Letter Writing, unlike the non-punctuated, non-capitalized emails that folks toss off. Plus there’s a free German lesson with each one.
An excerpt…
It is very tiresome to listen to half-educated and unread people who persistently dub “Orwellian” any architecture, especially that of public facilities such airports, train stations and the like, which features stainless steel or a sleek, stark look. In aesthetic terms, this sort of design is anything but Orwellian. The world of 1984 was anything but sleek, cool, modern or efficient: it was an impoverished, totalitarian state in which all the resources were plowed into the military and the secret police apparatus. As a result, everything was old, shabby, and dilapidated; Orwell’s Winston Smith gazes out upon great expanses of rotting nineteenth-century houses, shored up with corrugated metal and plywood. Nothing gets repaired, rebuilt, refurbished or renovated; elevators don’t work; people manage to survive increasing entropy and decrepitude.
Because you can’t have enough tarot decks, ladies and gentlemen – the Peanuts Tarot Deck.
When I was two years old, my mom took me to Expo ’67 in Montreal. Of course I don’t remember a thing about it, but I like to think that the experience-via-osmosis somehow triggered off that certain section of developing grey matter that got me into the whole retro-future/techno-utopian subjects that my studies have orbited around.
The National Archives of Canada has put up a terrific on-line exhibition of Expo ’67. Even though it’s 1967 and the world is up past its elbows in conflict and cultural disassociation, Expo ’67 is refreshingly jet-age and perkily idealistic. I can just picture the moonbase.
So your copy of Heavy Metal Parking Lot is so mint you want to “jump its bownes” and the audio on your Senator Bud Dwyer Blows His Head Off video is so clear you can hear “hey Bud, Bud, don’t!” in your nightmares. You have punk Quincy, punk CHiPS, and a straight-from-TV version of the A.B.C After School Special: The Day My Kid Went Punk. You even made sure to own all three TV Carnage tapes in case your collection left out any Gary Coleman shit. You’re done, right?
And the top 10 are (which is kinda weird since they’re randomly selected)…
What? No Jonathan Bell. The Orson Welles clip on that site is totally worth the link.
Amazing collection of alchemy illustrations. Part of a much larger site devoted to alchemy studies.