below is a story that came out today (yesterday in france and antarctica) and i think it's very funny. i especially like the quote, which i've conveniently highlighted with my magical internet pen of boldness.
enjoy that boldness.
Pigs and Chickens Are Smarter Than You Think
Reuters
Sep 11 2002 10:45AM
LEICESTER, England (Reuters) - Pigs and chickens are more intelligent than most people believe, scientists said Wednesday.
Chickens can learn from each other and are encouraged by example, and pigs use subtle social behavior and signal their competitive strength to rivals, researchers from the University of Bristol said.
Despite their reputation as the bird-brains of the avian world, chickens can be taught what food to eat or avoid, are able to adapt their behavior and can learn to navigate.
"There are hidden depths to chickens,"
said Professor Christine Nichol who has studied their behavior.
Pigs have also demonstrated cunning behavior and shown they can exploit the knowledge of their colleagues to obtain food.
They may also be able to discriminate between different levels of aggressiveness to sort out their social order.
"Our results suggest that pigs can develop quite sophisticated social competitive behavior, similar to that seen in some primate species," Dr. Mike Mendl said.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
the cowbell is NEVER a good option, people
the careful art of picking out an appropriate listening experience for a particular time is a tricky and arduous task, my friend.
choose correctly, and expect boatloads of rewards, wild boar, and definite and/or defiant gifts of many shapes and dimensions.
choose incorrectly and watch your family disintegrate one by one over a period of 8-10 months by large piles of molten lava from the very banks of the viscious (and viscous) sea of damascus, home of paul, writer of acts, the one book in the bible.
see how it all comes together like the pillar of salt that you are (and fuck the morton fisherman and his bullshit salt - fuck him).
see how it all comes together like cheese, brie and david copperfield?
it is really one love, mon, just like ragga mon says, yona.
uppity.
right
i was talking about my pamprin addiction.
before that though, i was looking at my amazingly wonderful and frankly, goshdarn dynamite cd selecting skills.
the appropriate mood of this evening is "background writing music that's not too obtrusive, stimulates the mind a bit and gives me the educational musical experience i still crave as a backup"
mission accomplished, solider of lesser known fortunes of mass destruction.
fuck billy mcguire.
herein, now, beforethewit about tit.
lies my magic.:
1. dabrye - instrmntl - this was on earlier in a mix of five cds and my head missed it. how, i do not know. this is the next lp from tadd mullinexx, from ann arbor, mich. home of the wolverines and brave vessels. something. i just read a review of this somewhere too, so it reminded me to relisten. it's mediocre. doesn't thrill me. not as good as "one/three," which, was better. sometimes, dead is better. that's what fred gwynne said.
and thank the creator for that.
this is mellow...lowkey. yeah.
ease into this shit.
2. monolake - cinemascope - eeerie, extra eeeerie. yeah. sounds like what you should listen to while in your rocket ship drifting through space, the cosmos, or some other similar universe related reference with cool floaty astronauts wandering around, drinking tea from a tube.
or maybe not.
concrete architecture...nah, you know what..this seems more like spacetravel music to me.
for when you're in the between stage of about to be suspended animated for months time...or when you're coming out of the suspended animation scene.
each way, a good heady ride. smooth. yeah. shit.
smoke.
3.underworld a hundred days off - i'm interviewing them tomorrow lik e i said in the last election and so i need to prepare my head for this trip man. it's alright. i don't really know what to make of it.
but fuck linda ronstadt and her "how do i make you."
that bitch don't know shit about elvis costello.
snatch.
it's not that good of an album. it's kind of boring. i wish it were better. i'm trying really hard to like it more.
they must not like spaghetti anymore.
4. Wood Choice Cuts - compilation - damn straight i've had this for awhile, recommended it to some people yet never wrote a goddamn review of the damn fucker. what the fuck is fucking wrong with fucking me. fuck.
anal. nevertheless, once i get this fucking mother assfucking swearing and gratuitous goddamn cuntbag profanity and cum-ridden vulgarity cunt juice out of the way, i'll be able to tell you about the rest of the pussy lips laden album.
dick man.
yeah. that felt almost as good as climbing a brick wall in the summer sun. coincidentally, not my maid of honor this year. wood choice cuts is a fine selection of jazzy, wobbly breakbeats, perfect for people who are really high and enjoy a good head trip while writing freeform fucked up shit.....preferably for pot, but also good for E comedowns, K-holes and H-bomb shitstorms. don't forget to wear your Depends, smack heads.
nobody wants a repeat layne staley performance now do we?
damn the rooster indeed.
5. spring heel jack - amassed - i usually have to throw in one cd that may or may not be tortuous. plus i just wanted to spell that word "tortuous" you know. anam.
super out there freeeeeeeeee form ultra odd jazz for people like that obsessive mother fucker at the mp3 focus group in berkeley, in which he obsessed about reachable buttons on his goddamn player that would fit comfortably on his beltloop thing.
please fuck off.
and remember, no more talking to heather at the san jose starbucks.
she earned her stripes in heaven.
i do feel bad about dissing that chick at the bagel store. but she was just an indirect anger spurt standing in the way of freedom from the terrorists.
this underworld is just so-so.
shaft.
love my way, psychedelic furs.
why do i suddenly recall the time i was in Grand Marais, Mich., in the Upper Peninsula, in like 1992 or 93. one of those years. wow. damn. long time. damn. i remember being in that cabin in the middle of nowhere. jess' friend maggie's place. i believe. no electricity. just before cell phones became big. damn.
weird.
i must work for awhile or die with my boots on.
paul d'ianno would be proud if he knew you were reading this and not dead.
fuck that america, i'm going punk.
long live randy rhoads
bill bixby
bert convy
layne staley
bob crane
clean my shaft
the careful art of picking out an appropriate listening experience for a particular time is a tricky and arduous task, my friend.
choose correctly, and expect boatloads of rewards, wild boar, and definite and/or defiant gifts of many shapes and dimensions.
choose incorrectly and watch your family disintegrate one by one over a period of 8-10 months by large piles of molten lava from the very banks of the viscious (and viscous) sea of damascus, home of paul, writer of acts, the one book in the bible.
see how it all comes together like the pillar of salt that you are (and fuck the morton fisherman and his bullshit salt - fuck him).
see how it all comes together like cheese, brie and david copperfield?
it is really one love, mon, just like ragga mon says, yona.
uppity.
right
i was talking about my pamprin addiction.
before that though, i was looking at my amazingly wonderful and frankly, goshdarn dynamite cd selecting skills.
the appropriate mood of this evening is "background writing music that's not too obtrusive, stimulates the mind a bit and gives me the educational musical experience i still crave as a backup"
mission accomplished, solider of lesser known fortunes of mass destruction.
fuck billy mcguire.
herein, now, beforethewit about tit.
lies my magic.:
1. dabrye - instrmntl - this was on earlier in a mix of five cds and my head missed it. how, i do not know. this is the next lp from tadd mullinexx, from ann arbor, mich. home of the wolverines and brave vessels. something. i just read a review of this somewhere too, so it reminded me to relisten. it's mediocre. doesn't thrill me. not as good as "one/three," which, was better. sometimes, dead is better. that's what fred gwynne said.
and thank the creator for that.
this is mellow...lowkey. yeah.
ease into this shit.
2. monolake - cinemascope - eeerie, extra eeeerie. yeah. sounds like what you should listen to while in your rocket ship drifting through space, the cosmos, or some other similar universe related reference with cool floaty astronauts wandering around, drinking tea from a tube.
or maybe not.
concrete architecture...nah, you know what..this seems more like spacetravel music to me.
for when you're in the between stage of about to be suspended animated for months time...or when you're coming out of the suspended animation scene.
each way, a good heady ride. smooth. yeah. shit.
smoke.
3.underworld a hundred days off - i'm interviewing them tomorrow lik e i said in the last election and so i need to prepare my head for this trip man. it's alright. i don't really know what to make of it.
but fuck linda ronstadt and her "how do i make you."
that bitch don't know shit about elvis costello.
snatch.
it's not that good of an album. it's kind of boring. i wish it were better. i'm trying really hard to like it more.
they must not like spaghetti anymore.
4. Wood Choice Cuts - compilation - damn straight i've had this for awhile, recommended it to some people yet never wrote a goddamn review of the damn fucker. what the fuck is fucking wrong with fucking me. fuck.
anal. nevertheless, once i get this fucking mother assfucking swearing and gratuitous goddamn cuntbag profanity and cum-ridden vulgarity cunt juice out of the way, i'll be able to tell you about the rest of the pussy lips laden album.
dick man.
yeah. that felt almost as good as climbing a brick wall in the summer sun. coincidentally, not my maid of honor this year. wood choice cuts is a fine selection of jazzy, wobbly breakbeats, perfect for people who are really high and enjoy a good head trip while writing freeform fucked up shit.....preferably for pot, but also good for E comedowns, K-holes and H-bomb shitstorms. don't forget to wear your Depends, smack heads.
nobody wants a repeat layne staley performance now do we?
damn the rooster indeed.
5. spring heel jack - amassed - i usually have to throw in one cd that may or may not be tortuous. plus i just wanted to spell that word "tortuous" you know. anam.
super out there freeeeeeeeee form ultra odd jazz for people like that obsessive mother fucker at the mp3 focus group in berkeley, in which he obsessed about reachable buttons on his goddamn player that would fit comfortably on his beltloop thing.
please fuck off.
and remember, no more talking to heather at the san jose starbucks.
she earned her stripes in heaven.
i do feel bad about dissing that chick at the bagel store. but she was just an indirect anger spurt standing in the way of freedom from the terrorists.
this underworld is just so-so.
shaft.
love my way, psychedelic furs.
why do i suddenly recall the time i was in Grand Marais, Mich., in the Upper Peninsula, in like 1992 or 93. one of those years. wow. damn. long time. damn. i remember being in that cabin in the middle of nowhere. jess' friend maggie's place. i believe. no electricity. just before cell phones became big. damn.
weird.
i must work for awhile or die with my boots on.
paul d'ianno would be proud if he knew you were reading this and not dead.
fuck that america, i'm going punk.
long live randy rhoads
bill bixby
bert convy
layne staley
bob crane
clean my shaft
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
everyone knows butter is better than margarine.
don't you know?
fucking bullshit, that's what it is.
fucking bullshit.
man, if i ever find the guy who did that, i'm gonna fucking destroy that shit.
forget my evil mother.
for you will know my name is the lord as i lay down beside thee.
shoot shoot shoot that cigarette.
hey now, hey now, boys say go.
locqauer says stop.
and i say whoo boy, just love me love me love me
undercover angel.
midnight fantasy.
i never dreamed a bigger part of me.
would be
undercover angel
midnight fantasy
just wanna be your woman
please baby please
let's all sing along and follow the dancing ball.
ballshaker.
dreammaker
don't you mess around with me
i'm a
heartbreaker....
don't you know?
fucking bullshit, that's what it is.
fucking bullshit.
man, if i ever find the guy who did that, i'm gonna fucking destroy that shit.
forget my evil mother.
for you will know my name is the lord as i lay down beside thee.
shoot shoot shoot that cigarette.
hey now, hey now, boys say go.
locqauer says stop.
and i say whoo boy, just love me love me love me
undercover angel.
midnight fantasy.
i never dreamed a bigger part of me.
would be
undercover angel
midnight fantasy
just wanna be your woman
please baby please
let's all sing along and follow the dancing ball.
ballshaker.
dreammaker
don't you mess around with me
i'm a
heartbreaker....
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
currently in my 5-disc cd rotation, right here, right now, in america, the land of the free and the fee and the bovine
LTJ Bukem featuring MC Conrad - "Progression Sessions: Japan, Live 2002" - yeah, this is what you really need. no. read rant below.
Pieter K - new one whose name escapes my noggin - pretty good, intricate and ambitious breakbeat, drum 'n' bass and house. solid
Cinematic Orchestra - "Every Day" - this record continues to get better and better with each listen. definitely in my current top 5 of the year right now.
Thievery Corporation - "The Richest Man In Babylon" - this is ok...actually it's been growing on me. we'll see.
Arkestra One - "Arkestra One" - also on Thievery Corp's label, ESL...in that same sorta loungey kitschy jazzy smokey get-yer-ya-ya's-out vibe. yet odd by a bit. which helps. good use of sampled vocals.
munchy.
and there you have your current top five in the cd player.
my eyes are heavier than mr. heavyfoot's.
thank you poindexter.
stench mcqueen lives here
LTJ Bukem featuring MC Conrad - "Progression Sessions: Japan, Live 2002" - yeah, this is what you really need. no. read rant below.
Pieter K - new one whose name escapes my noggin - pretty good, intricate and ambitious breakbeat, drum 'n' bass and house. solid
Cinematic Orchestra - "Every Day" - this record continues to get better and better with each listen. definitely in my current top 5 of the year right now.
Thievery Corporation - "The Richest Man In Babylon" - this is ok...actually it's been growing on me. we'll see.
Arkestra One - "Arkestra One" - also on Thievery Corp's label, ESL...in that same sorta loungey kitschy jazzy smokey get-yer-ya-ya's-out vibe. yet odd by a bit. which helps. good use of sampled vocals.
munchy.
and there you have your current top five in the cd player.
my eyes are heavier than mr. heavyfoot's.
thank you poindexter.
stench mcqueen lives here
TOP SHIT 'O THA MOMENT, anal
below are some, off the top of my head and a little help via magic, of my fave albums of the year, thus far.
we've still got three and a half months to go, so anything can happen.
tomorrow i may start to really dig on the latest n sync album or the latest slap a shit from boz scaggs, but for now, right here, right now, this is this!
timmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiii
"back in rack"
Best Albums 2002 thus far (in no particular order, other than the wayward skin of walnut juice. but who knows what that is?)
Cinematic Orchestra - Every Day
Boards Of Canada - Geogaddi
Mark Rae - Rae Road
Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Layo & Bushwacka - Night Works
Touch Tones - Various artists
Ishq - Orchid
Meat Beat Manifesto - RUOK?
Technova - Dirty Secrets
Tech Pop compilation - Ministry of sound
The Vines - Highly Evolved
Scion - arrange and process basic channel tracks
Caural - Stars On My Ceiling
Metamatics - from death to passwords�
DJ Shadow - The Private Press
Wood Choice Cuts compilation
Andrew Pekler - Station To Station
Jazzanova - In Between
Languis - Untied
Minus 8 - Minuit
Recloose - Cardiology
DJ Spooky - Optometry
HOT TRACKS
Sean Escoffrey - "Days Like This"
Osunlade - "Change"
Green Velvet - "La La Land"
x-press2 - "lazy"
Johnny Fiasco - "take 5"
king kooba - "salvation"
Layo & Bushwacka! - "Love Story"
Minus 8 - "Snowblind" (amalgamation soundz mix)
Verious Artists - "Susy May"
Forward Selection - "Supermellow"
Swayzak - "In The Car Crash"
Plankton Man vs. Terrestre - "Gran Chaparral"
DJ Shadow - "Six Days"
Nightmares On Wax - "Bleu My Mind"
Zero dB - "Come Party"
Arkestra One - "Man From The Audience"
Technova - "Move Me"
Technova - "Mind Games"
Miguel Migs - "Brand New Day"
Dirty Vegas - "Days Go By"
Dr. Demento - "Kinko, the Kid-loving Klown"
Eminem - "without me"
Ass basket - "dicey shit going down in the city"
Plunging Member - "basic craftiness in the house"
Place to be - "make my chimney special assweed."
can you guess which ones are fake?
hint, they aren't the ones above the immediate three you see right now with your peepers.
pugs are for chickens.
i am not a chicken.
basically, you have the most annoying breath, i've decided to stomp it out with garlic toast butter supreme, a kissin' cousin of smutbutter.
if you're keeping subliminal score at home.
your choice is not longer relevant in this part of the sea.
nobody ever calls the ocean the "sea" unless you live in manchester or some other town in england, where the birds have more feathers than antelope play in the beer-infest gardens of moorer, where i met a girl so fair.
she gave me a piece of gelatin and i squashed her chance with my steely knives, because you just can't kill the beast.
last thing i remember, as i was running to the door, gotta get back to the passageway of where i was before,
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave.
that means you're going to hell. that's what the bible peeps taught us back in the 80s.
that rock was of the devil.
which for some reason, this reminds me of my crazy uncle ed, me daddy's brotha.
he's a little, ah, shaky, you see, and damn, but a bit wacky.
so i remember he had a book that talked about all the rock and roll that was of the devil and you just had to figure out how to read the subliminal messages from satan.
now, that whole idea seems quaint and slight.
how could we really have gotten that upset over rock and roll?
i mean, shit, people aren't even afraid of marilyn manson anymore.
we need more extremism.
dammit.
yeah, well, why do i remember the time i asked ol nervous (and i believe lifelong virgin) Ed if he ever said the word "dang" (instead of, say, damn, fuck or darn) and he said "no."
he used to love playing handheld coleco football games when we'd go up on the farm and hang with eddie and grandma pratt.
ed always liked to do crossword puzzles too.
the ironic thing of all this is when i was a kid, my uncle ed's room is where i largely spent my time while at my grandma pratt's, on the farm (i loved it on the farm and it truly is in the country, in rural michigan).
see i used to go in there, put on headphones and listen to old records from the 60s, mostly rock and pop stuff. this is where and when i discovered the beatles. weird, but it was totally on my own. nobody forced them on me.
my family certainly wasn't very music knowledgable...yet, i guess i did learn a lot about stuff that was popular in the 60s and 70s because, i was a kid in the 70s and my parents were still more attached to their youth and the musical pop culture they soaked up.
i used to spend hours in uncle ed's room, listening to the beatles (all the american releases, a way american record companies made more on the beatles, by making shorter albums and splitting them up with other singles attached....more albums released in america).
so much fun.
that's pretty much where the dj thing began.
methinks.
something is happening. i tell you what.
something is brewing.
it's there.
it's there.
and now you see where all this shit went to.
back inside the masoleum
the kitty is licking my left hand, this minute, this now
1:19:33 am tuesday, sept. 10, 2002...
damn straight now
now
now
post playa is a drag...yet sooooo damn good too.
yepper.
shove me in a basket.
love and ass cake.
timmmmmmmmiiiii
below are some, off the top of my head and a little help via magic, of my fave albums of the year, thus far.
we've still got three and a half months to go, so anything can happen.
tomorrow i may start to really dig on the latest n sync album or the latest slap a shit from boz scaggs, but for now, right here, right now, this is this!
timmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiii
"back in rack"
Best Albums 2002 thus far (in no particular order, other than the wayward skin of walnut juice. but who knows what that is?)
Cinematic Orchestra - Every Day
Boards Of Canada - Geogaddi
Mark Rae - Rae Road
Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Layo & Bushwacka - Night Works
Touch Tones - Various artists
Ishq - Orchid
Meat Beat Manifesto - RUOK?
Technova - Dirty Secrets
Tech Pop compilation - Ministry of sound
The Vines - Highly Evolved
Scion - arrange and process basic channel tracks
Caural - Stars On My Ceiling
Metamatics - from death to passwords�
DJ Shadow - The Private Press
Wood Choice Cuts compilation
Andrew Pekler - Station To Station
Jazzanova - In Between
Languis - Untied
Minus 8 - Minuit
Recloose - Cardiology
DJ Spooky - Optometry
HOT TRACKS
Sean Escoffrey - "Days Like This"
Osunlade - "Change"
Green Velvet - "La La Land"
x-press2 - "lazy"
Johnny Fiasco - "take 5"
king kooba - "salvation"
Layo & Bushwacka! - "Love Story"
Minus 8 - "Snowblind" (amalgamation soundz mix)
Verious Artists - "Susy May"
Forward Selection - "Supermellow"
Swayzak - "In The Car Crash"
Plankton Man vs. Terrestre - "Gran Chaparral"
DJ Shadow - "Six Days"
Nightmares On Wax - "Bleu My Mind"
Zero dB - "Come Party"
Arkestra One - "Man From The Audience"
Technova - "Move Me"
Technova - "Mind Games"
Miguel Migs - "Brand New Day"
Dirty Vegas - "Days Go By"
Dr. Demento - "Kinko, the Kid-loving Klown"
Eminem - "without me"
Ass basket - "dicey shit going down in the city"
Plunging Member - "basic craftiness in the house"
Place to be - "make my chimney special assweed."
can you guess which ones are fake?
hint, they aren't the ones above the immediate three you see right now with your peepers.
pugs are for chickens.
i am not a chicken.
basically, you have the most annoying breath, i've decided to stomp it out with garlic toast butter supreme, a kissin' cousin of smutbutter.
if you're keeping subliminal score at home.
your choice is not longer relevant in this part of the sea.
nobody ever calls the ocean the "sea" unless you live in manchester or some other town in england, where the birds have more feathers than antelope play in the beer-infest gardens of moorer, where i met a girl so fair.
she gave me a piece of gelatin and i squashed her chance with my steely knives, because you just can't kill the beast.
last thing i remember, as i was running to the door, gotta get back to the passageway of where i was before,
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave.
that means you're going to hell. that's what the bible peeps taught us back in the 80s.
that rock was of the devil.
which for some reason, this reminds me of my crazy uncle ed, me daddy's brotha.
he's a little, ah, shaky, you see, and damn, but a bit wacky.
so i remember he had a book that talked about all the rock and roll that was of the devil and you just had to figure out how to read the subliminal messages from satan.
now, that whole idea seems quaint and slight.
how could we really have gotten that upset over rock and roll?
i mean, shit, people aren't even afraid of marilyn manson anymore.
we need more extremism.
dammit.
yeah, well, why do i remember the time i asked ol nervous (and i believe lifelong virgin) Ed if he ever said the word "dang" (instead of, say, damn, fuck or darn) and he said "no."
he used to love playing handheld coleco football games when we'd go up on the farm and hang with eddie and grandma pratt.
ed always liked to do crossword puzzles too.
the ironic thing of all this is when i was a kid, my uncle ed's room is where i largely spent my time while at my grandma pratt's, on the farm (i loved it on the farm and it truly is in the country, in rural michigan).
see i used to go in there, put on headphones and listen to old records from the 60s, mostly rock and pop stuff. this is where and when i discovered the beatles. weird, but it was totally on my own. nobody forced them on me.
my family certainly wasn't very music knowledgable...yet, i guess i did learn a lot about stuff that was popular in the 60s and 70s because, i was a kid in the 70s and my parents were still more attached to their youth and the musical pop culture they soaked up.
i used to spend hours in uncle ed's room, listening to the beatles (all the american releases, a way american record companies made more on the beatles, by making shorter albums and splitting them up with other singles attached....more albums released in america).
so much fun.
that's pretty much where the dj thing began.
methinks.
something is happening. i tell you what.
something is brewing.
it's there.
it's there.
and now you see where all this shit went to.
back inside the masoleum
the kitty is licking my left hand, this minute, this now
1:19:33 am tuesday, sept. 10, 2002...
damn straight now
now
now
post playa is a drag...yet sooooo damn good too.
yepper.
shove me in a basket.
love and ass cake.
timmmmmmmmiiiii
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