Monday, September 22, 2008

Tough times ahead

We all know about this kind of pain:

“I talked to one guy who had to give up his private jet recently. And he said of all the trials in his life, giving that up was the hardest thing he’s ever done.”

Tim Dunlop has promised to “get a link up later so you can donate to help him out. I think Oxfam are organising an appeal.”

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Wednesday gratuitous Paris reference

“HP has launched the Paris Hilton of notebooks — it grinds for 24 hours without stopping.”

The first thousand buyers get a free “I spent all day and all night with Paris Hilton” tee-shirt.  ;-)

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Monday, September 01, 2008

Angle-of-the-dangle competition

There appears to be a competition between the Italian city of Pisa and the Dutch town of Bedum to claim the shonkiest construction work of the 12th Century.

The Tower of Pisa is being challenged by a lesser-known 12th-century building in the northern Dutch town of Bedum as Europe’s most steeply leaning tower.

Retired geometrician Jacob van Dijk said measurements this week on Bedum’s 36-metre church tower of Walfridus revealed it is now leaning more than its Italian rival, which lost part of its tilt following restoration works.

At a height of 55.86 meters, Pisa’s tower leans about 4 meters, while Bedum’s tower leans 2.61 meters on its height of 35.7 meters. If both towers were the same height, Bedum would have a greater tilt of 6 cm, Van Dijk argues.

“In Italy they’re happy with the result, but here in Bedum we are much more happy, because the tower of Pisa is now leaning less than the tower of Bedum,” said Van Dijk.

Using this online tool, and all things being equal, we can see that the Walfridus Church tower in Bedum leans at about 4.2°, compared with the Tower of Pisa at about 4.1° (although Wikipedia currently has it at 3.97°).

So, congratulations to Bedum! One can only suggest they’ll have to gussy up their dour-looking church tower if they want to be in serious contention for the international tourist dollar.

click to enlarge — image source abc.net.au

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Wednesday curiosity

It’s funny what turns up on one’s blog at certain times. Such as this visit yesterday from someone following a google search on the terms “tim blair damian lataan jacob” shown below.

Digging, digging, digging. Such tenacity ought to be rewarded, so one hopes they find what they’re looking for.

UPDATE

I see Guff now wants to deny what I referred to in comments here about how “for over 2 years now, [he has] insulted and misrepresented me,” etc.

He will, of course, continue to deny his puerile antics but the record is there on several blogs over a period of time. For example:

... What a pompous piece of shit. Shotgun Stam taking it upon himself to speak for Dork, Three Minute, Ratbag and his other bigot mates.

You just don’t get it do you Shotgun? You’re their bitch. Right? Like with Roslyn Ross. When they suck, YOU suck.

Posted by: Geoff Pahoff - Friday, October 05, 2007 at 14:39

‘Shotgun Stam’ is a little ditty Guff composed about me which had been sprayed liberally around Harry Heidelberg’s kramgasse blog, and was, with such courage, anonymously reprised here several times, e.g.,

Anonymous said...

Shotgun Stam

1.
I’ve sucked down a dungy deal of dirt through out my worthless life
With all my grand accomplishments I couldn’t tell left from right,
The thing I most excel in is shepherding the fascist to the fight,
A noise all over the ‘net for sure, but ne’er an honest opinion in my own name.

Chorus:
For Shotgun Stam is my name, Rooting for the bullies is my game
For sucking up islamofascist lies, any degenerate regime will do,
Shotgun Stam is my name, pissing on democracies is my game
Good enough for Damo, Dork and all of them boys, and you can bet for sure you know Roslyn Ross too.

2.
The way I gain’d my title’s by a hobby which I’ve got,
Of never letting a critic of my nazi mates pass without a shot,
Whosoever thinks for themselves are treated all the same;
You don’t like terrorists, tyants, slavers and the filthy stew that spawns them?
I’ve got nothing to say to you, you filthy racist slime.

Chorus:
...

http://musicanet.org/robokopp/usa/ajolly.mid

10/10/07 1:51 PM

Hmmm... all the wit and charm of an infant fingerpainting the nursery wall with his own faeces.

Guff wrapped up his trolling of my site on that occasion with:

Anonymous said...

Fuck off Stam. These are important matters to be discussed and you’re not qualified to take part.

11/10/07 6:09 PM

As I noted in reponse, it seems the only person “qualified” also happens to be a fraud and prevaricator.

Anyway, overall I don’t think my approach to Guff in that comment below was at all over the top, by any stretch.

Note: This update appears ‘below the fold’ because I don’t want this blog’s front page lowered by all this crap.

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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Names and shades

Whilst sorting through a pile of old VHS tapes, I came across a rockumentary called The Story of Rock and Roll, produced by the Nine Network and screened in November 1995.

The opening credits announced the appearance of a Pete Towshend...

Among the luminaries interviewed for the production was a certain Al Kopper...

Mr Kopper bore a striking resemblance to a later interviewee, Al Kooper...

Kooper was one of several rock-legends who evidently require dark glasses when being interviewed indoors, including Eric Burdon...

... and Eddie Van Halen...

... and Barnsey...

Bono, in contrast to his more recent custom, was interviewed sans shades — perhaps because he was outdoors in broad daylight...

A more recent indoors pic shows how Bono has matured as a human being ...

On Andrew Denton’s Enough Rope in 2006, Bono explained his dark-glasses fetish thus:

BONO: I mean, I’ve got a — there’s many reasons for the glasses — posing, I’m sure, right up there, privacy, and I do like having one step of a remove, actually. I don’t think I have — I don’t think when I’m singing I hold anything back and I don’t think when I’m writing I hold anything back. But I think I’m allowed to hold something back in this kind of a set-up, and, as honest a man that you are and as honest as I’m trying to be, there is a natural insincerity in the kind of — in the set-up, and I’m trying to be much better at it, but I just need one step removed.

ANDREW DENTON: That’s a good answer...

Good as any.

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Friday, April 18, 2008

Legal and epistemological minefield predicted

After a long hard week, here’s the kind of story that makes life sweet:

The United Kingdom’s fortune-tellers, mediums and spiritual healers will march on Downing Street to protest against new laws they fear will lead to them being “persecuted and prosecuted”.

Organisers say that replacing the Fraudulent Mediums Act of 1951 with new consumer protection rules will remove key legal protection for “genuine” mediums.

They think sceptics might bring malicious prosecutions to force spiritualists to prove in court that they can heal people, see into the future or talk to the dead.

Psychics also fear they will have to give disclaimers describing their services as entertainment or as scientific experiments with unpredictable results.

In my humble opinion those “genuine” guys should be seizing this opportunity to prove, once and for all, that their’s is a legitimate field of scientific endeavour. As a bonus, they could tip the bucket on those malicious sceptics.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

‘Unlistenable nightmares’ procured

Here’s some ‘amazing’ news which seems to have passed under the radar of major MSM outlets:

A British widow has given 4,000 vinyl records spanning every classical genre to her local Oxfam shop, the largest music donation in the charity’s history.

Apparently it’s all there, from A to Z — well er, at least, from B to S...

The collection, worth an estimated 25,000 pounds, ranges from Bach and Haydn to Stravinsky and Stockhausen and will keep the shop stocked for three years.

“It is amazing. I can’t think of a classical genre that is missing,” said Oxfam volunteer Terry Hyde. “It is all there, all your big figures from the 18th and 19th century, your 20th century unlistenable nightmares by Stockhausen, avant garde, opera, unaccompanied violin. Virtually every genre is covered.”

Shop manager Jacky Theobald said the collection was too big to go on sale at the same time. “We will do a Chopin week, a Mozart week, that sort of thing.”

Music connoisseurs will not want to miss Unlistenable Nightmares Week.

Amazing.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Thought regretted

I’d almost overlooked this, but it’s such a fine example of how the Muftim’s Tim Blair’s followers can be such a credit to him.

Blair regular Mentalfloss, commenting on a well-known leftist, um, academic, demonstrates the blairbots’ general level of commitment to healthy debate:

It makes me fear for what I might do if I were actually to hear the words this, this plasmodial myxomycophyta whilst in the same room.

Guess I’m lucky I left my 9mm Baretta in the US when I moved here. It jammed every fifth shot, but that’s about the number of Faculty Heads in a given department...

Oh, how very delightful! — in the immediate aftermath of yet another campus shooting spree in Mr Floss’s native US.

Perhaps in recognition of this, less than a half-hour later this character had second or maybe third thoughts:

The last paragraph was in very poor taste and I regret posting it, much less thinking it.

Oh, how very enlightened! We all have regrets, and one can only guess Mr Floss in his earlier comment was shooting from the hip... um... shooting first and asking questions later... er...

But it’s okay, peer-group pressure can be very powerful, and one may well understand the impulse to sound off in a manner to which one’s cohorts expect of one.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Maverick experiment in ‘free-speech’ ends desultorily

With sadness, this blog now reports that Harry Heidelberg’s club chaos (a.k.a., kramgasse, sydneysphere, etc.) has closed.

Well, we think it has closed. Actually, we’re fairly certain it has closed. Hang on... nah, it’s definitely closed.

This blog refutes — unequivocally and categorically (just for good measure) — any suggestion or implication of any part in the demise of this maverick experiment in free-speech that has ended so desultorily.

Oddly enough, it may be remarked, the maverick free-speech experiment has ended — at least, we’re fairly certain it has actually and palpably ended — with calls of “p*ss off” and threats of censorship to known groups from the known blogmeister.

Lots of fun was had by some at the expense of some, and then by others at the expense of some others — but mostly by just one, who now chooses to fold.

At the end of the day, however, the fat lady has sung, the ducks have come home to roost, before going to water, the curtain has downed, the rhetoric faded, the dream dispelled, the wretched of the earth arisen, the blurb has blahhed ... um ... and the baton of the chimeric free-speech ideal has been passed on to...

To...?


UPDATE

In other bloggery ‘news’, Damian Lataan again has featured on Tim Blair’s blog, apparently courtesy of a contributor calling himself Eliot R.

(Suggestion to Lataan: Get the Adsense happening now, immediately, before the blairbots descend and the ‘charming’ begins.)

Perhaps a long shot, but one wonders if Eliot R. is one and the same Eliot Ramsey, the prolific contributor to Webdiary who’s recently been ‘granted’ a furlough until St Patrick’s Day by the Webdiary moderator(s). Nice to see Mr R. isn’t allowing himself to go soft during his downtime.

And it’s especially nice to see current and former Webdiary contributors visiting each other’s blogs, stimulating debate, cross-fertilising ideas with their own brand of fertiliser, advancing vendettas, etc.

The attractions and wonders of bloggery are manifold. I keep meaning to leave, but how could one leave all this?

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

That’s when she fell for...

... the leader of the pack jihad.

When you become Muslim, you so-o-o admire people with knowledge.

It’s like — ohhhhh!be still my heart!

When he talks about jihad!

Arabic he speaks!

That’s for us!!

It’s not like, mmmm, y’know, “He’s a bit cute,” or y’know “He drives a...” — That’s not really important to us.

But if he’s going to stand there with his beard and his sword, and say, y’know, “I’m into jihad!

That is extraordinarily attractive!

So speaks Dubbo-born-fifth-generation-Australian, Muslim-convert Raisah bint Alan Douglas — ‘misrepresented’ in her own words on the ABC-TV program Jihad Sheilas — describing her first meeting with her second husband (of five).

Sounding for all the world like some adolescent, airheaded Aussie sheila gushing over her infatuation with young Johnny, the ‘misunderstood’ town hood, this is one of the more ... um ... memorable quotes from a program in which Ms bint Alan Douglas seeks to illuminate for us infidels the life-choices she has made over the past 30-or-so years.

Substitute ‘knowledge’ for ‘cool’, the beard for sideburns, and the sword for a flick-knife or motorcycle drive-chain, and her life-story could perhaps be splendidly told in the form of a musical along the lines of Grease, by way of The Lords of Flatbush, with a classic rock’n’roll soundtrack:

Just because he doesn’t do what
Everybody else does
That’s no reason why
I can’t give him all my love
He’s always good to me
Always treats me tenderly
’Cause he’s not a ter’rist — no no no!
He’s not a ter’rist — no no no!
— To me-e-e-e-e-e!

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Interstellar war imminent

It’s astonishing, but there’s not been a murmur of protest over this:

The Beatles song Across The Universe will be the first song to be beamed directly into space, NASA has announced.

And yet, surely Led Zeppelin fans would far rather that Stairway to Heaven was beamed into the interstellar reaches to represent our species. And don’t James Blunt fans have anything to say?

But not surprisingly...

The Beatle Sir Paul McCartney said it was an “amazing” achievement and John Lennon’s widow, Yoko Ono, has called it the “beginning of a new age”.

Well, yes... It could ignite an interstellar war if the lyrics of the song are mistranslated. We could look up one day to find a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at a single word of command from the leader of the Vl’Hurgs, as he challenges we Earthlings to take back what we said about his mother.

NASA will this week beam the song via its Deep Space Network (that’s the one the Republicans keep threatening to make pay its own way with commercial advertisements). What’s more...

At exactly the same time, fans across the world are being asked to play Across The Universe in a bid to “create a harmonic convergence” around planet earth and throughout the universe.

They stop short of claiming such a “harmonic convergence” will solve greenhouse and ring in universal peace and understanding.

But, hey, this could just work! Please start churning out the Beatles’ Across the Universe on your CD players and iPods immediately, because it’s a happening thing.

Get with the vibe and do it now!!!

Elsewhere, Caz over at avatar briefs gives us an idea of the odds of Across the Universe reaching the ears (or whatever auditory sense organs may obtain) of advanced aliens.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

More raspberries provoked

As an Infidel, my expectations of Muslim clerics have never been terribly high, but it’s disappointing to see these so-called ‘Christian’ idiots continue piously adding their bile to the sum-total of blind hate in the world:

An evangelical anti-gay US church plans to picket any memorials to Australian actor Heath Ledger, who died this week, because of his portrayal of a gay cowboy in Brokeback Mountain. ...

Shirley Phelps, of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas, has told Sydney radio station 2Day FM that they will also picket any attempt to honour Ledger, 28, at next month’s Academy Awards ceremony.

“I’m going to stand outside of any public memorial service that he has here,” Ms Phelps said.

“And then the other place I’m going to picket him is when they prop him up to worship his dead, rotting carcass further at the Oscars. I’ll be right outside by the red carpet.”

These nutters have been harassing the bereaved for years, and needless to say they have no qualms about clambering aboard Mr Ledger’s “dead, rotting carcass” and riding it into the headlines to shout their sad, little version of the Lord’s message.

Don’t these hate-mongers wonder what Jesus would say about their antics? My guess is that JC would cast them out of the Temple even before He turned His attention to the money-changers. Shortly before blowing a big raspberry after their sorry arses.

All together now...

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Lets brief news

This is a really neat idea!!

Toshiba has developed a new class of micro size Nuclear Reactors that is designed to power individual apartment buildings or city blocks. The new reactor, which is only 20 feet by 6 feet, could change everything for small remote communities, small businesses or even a group of neighbors who are fed up with the power companies and want more control over their energy needs.

There could also be a niche market in those wanting an eco-friendly, self-sufficient energy solution for their cave whilst developing WMD capability.

In other eco-friendly news,

The body heat from hundreds of thousands of people who pass through the Stockholm Central Station each day will be used to heat a new office building nearby. .. The body heat would warm up water that in turn would be pumped through pipes over to the new office building, which will also house a small hotel and a few shops and is expected to be completed by the beginning of 2010.

Meanwhile there has been yet another hunting mishap in Texas:

An overexcited dog accidentally shot and killed its owner on a goose hunting trip in Texas.

Two go out, but only one comes back...

UPDATE

Oh dear. According to the Wikipedia entry for the Toshiba Micro Nuclear Reactor:

The original story describing this device was broken in Next Energy News and rapidly picked up by technology journalists and the blogosphere. However, no web presence from Toshiba has yet been seen, and it is possible that this is a hoax.

We’re through the looking glass when Wiki exposes factoids.

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Saturday, December 29, 2007

Guitar unsmashed

For Christmas my nephew gave me a copy of The Rolling Stone Interviews. Bless him, he probably thought it an astute choice as I, being nominally a Baby Boomer, must of course be vitally interested in the self-obsessed maunderings of such iconic personages as Jim Morrison, Phil Spector, Joni Mitchell and others.

Never mind that I came in on the tail end of the Baby Boom, such that by the time I hit my youthful peak all the purported good times were over. Worse still, all we had to look forward to were the Seventies. Beyond that we might have looked forward to the End of History, if it weren’t for the fact that this happened to coincide with the End of Certainty.

But I digress. I’ve determined that I should immerse myself in my glorious Boomer heritage, and that my nephew’s gift of this absorbing tome must not go unread.

First up is an interview in 1968 with Pete Townshend, the motive force behind archetypal rock band The Who, and (as I read elsewhere long ago) “the thinking man’s rock guitarist”.

Townshend’s interlocutor, Jann S. Wenner, begins by asking:

“The end of your act goes to ‘My Generation,’ like you usually do and that’s when you usually smash your guitar. You didn’t tonight — why not?”

To which Townshend quite reasonably replies:

“Well, there is a reason, not really anything that’s really worth talking about...”

Well, of course — except that the interview then goes on for four pages about why he didn’t smash his guitar, why he’s done so up to that performance, how it affects his guitar playing, etc. This interview is dated September 28, 1968, so by this time Townshend has been smashing guitars as part of his live act for perhaps a couple of years or more.

In other words, Townshend has persisted with the practice for as much as two years after guitar-smashing had been roundly debunked by Michelangelo Antonioni in his 1966 parable of ‘Swinging London’ Blowup.

In the film, we find swinging Londoner David Hemmings at a Yardbirds gig in some swinging London venue. Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck are both doing their swinging London guitar-hero thing, climaxing with Beck doing his swinging London guitar-smashing thing, after which he hurls the remains of his instrument into the reverentially watching crowd of swinging Londoners.

A struggle ensues among the spectators for possession of the holy relic. Hemmings somehow wrests the coveted thing from the pack and legs it out the door, hotly pursued by several of the faithful.

Cut to the next scene out in the street, where Hemmings, having evaded his pursuers, examines the smashed guitar a few moments before disdainfully tossing it into the gutter. As Hemmings strides off down the street, a couple of long-haired swinging London bystanders pick up and examine the wreckage before similarly discarding it for the worthless piece of junk it has become.

Antonioni’s searing demystification of ritualised guitar-smashing seems, therefore, to have been completely lost on such leading exponents of the practice as Townshend. Thinking man’s rock guitarist, indeed!

Phew! Only four pages into the first offering of the 450+ pages of The Rolling Stone Interviews, and already my progress seems to be stalling. Watch this space for further reports as they arise of snippets that may or may not be of interest.

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Thursday, November 01, 2007

The first (and last) time I ate my earwax

In the wake of the political scandal of Kevin Rudd eating his own earwax in Parliament, I thought I’d disclose a personal anecdote, which may or may not illumine this apparently shocking incident.

A long time ago when I was a young adult — okay, a long, long time ago — I was sitting reading a book, when I was suddenly irritated by an infuriating itch inside my ear.

I gingerly probed my ear hole with my little finger to soothe the source of the itch, then noticed that the nail of this little finger actually had an overly sharp edge that threatened to break the skin where I was scratching.

Absent-mindedly I then took that little finger to my mouth with a view to filing the edge off of it with my teeth — as one does, with no scissors or other specialist implements within convenient reach.

Ble-e-ecchhh!! I realised with deep revulsion that a trace of earwax had hitched a ride on that finger into my mouth, and its acrid flavour overwhelmed me with nausea.

Quite seriously, I can’t believe that anyone would habitually eat that stuff out of their own (or anyone else’s) ear.

Having only seen the incriminating Rudd footage once, I really can’t remember whether the expression on his face was a surprised grimace, or one of a furtive, stolen, secret pleasure. My own experience would suggest the former.

One day I may review that shocking footage, but for the moment my mind is occupied with more pressing political questions — such as, whether I should wait until election night to chill a much anticipated bottle of vintage champagne.

You see, as I may have mentioned elsewhere, I bought a bottle of bubbly on the eve of the 1998 election, with which I had planned to toast the lower-lip tremors of a single-term Prime Minister.

Nine years down the track, and not only have I “never had it so good”, but the Howard Era has yielded me a really fine bottle of vintage champagne!

But one can’t have one’s vintage and drink it too, so I really feel It’s Time! for the incumbent Prime Minister to give up the electoral ghost, so to speak, and let me enjoy my bubbly, at long last.

I do have other arguments, but at this time I find the above to be the most compelling.

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