Monday 10 May 2010

Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before...

To me at least, music is a bit like mining - you have to sift through a lot of shit to get to the good stuff, but it's worth it once you do.

As to the good stuff, an example of which is beautifully demonstrated here by my good friend Morrissey...


Monday 3 May 2010

Well done on being good at art and stuff.

Thought I might return you the favour by posting a link to your blog here, in the unlikely case that someone else you looks at this, and they happen to be curious as to what mental diarrhea, digitalised and posted as a blog, actually looks like...

http://ellieshanginghigh.blogspot.com/

much love x

Friday 30 April 2010

I'm a realist

I'm a romantic,
I'm an indecisive... I'm an indecisive,
Piece of shit!

...got to love The Cribs.

Tuesday 27 April 2010

intellectual masturbation

urban dictionary is a good laugh,

The Sapir-Whorf hypothesis states that language influences human thought, so that native speakers of different languages think about concepts in incommensurably distinct modes. Linguists and psychologists contend fiercely over the validity of this claim, oblivious to the fact that it is intellectual masturbation.

So...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took the his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


... if languages influences thought, and vice versa, then what the fuck was going through Dodgson's mind when he conceived this? Probably best that's left alone - brilliant though.

Tuesday 20 April 2010

Malcom Tucker is a swearing god.

for anyone who's seen 'the thick of it' or 'in the loop'...
http://www.andybarefoot.com/politics/tucker.php


Friday 16 April 2010

Point of Interest

here's a blog actually worth reading, as even i find it interesting, plus Ben Goldacre's book 'Bad Science' is simply brilliant... http://www.badscience.net/