There are three peeps in that little nest on top of our patio speaker, but only one was willing to pose for Bunkarina’s camera. The nest is about 4-inches wide, and it’s covered in some kind of finch poop.
The parents are slim grayish brown sparrow-sized, the female has a rust-red breast, and the cat hates them because cats hate everything except for the wet food. Jerk.
[Found here.]
Dump City. I’m going to be tossing some stuff out that’s been sitting around in my “What To Do With This” file for a long time, so bear with me, or bear with someone else who looks like me, and we’re cool to go.
Tornado damage captured by security cams – scary stuff.
[Found here.]
Weather Report was a breath of fresh air from the garbage that was being pumped out over the airwaves in the late 1970s. Although it is pure jazz-fusion, they initiated a resurgence of a nuanced genre based upon the substantial willingness of proper associative mindset awareness and shit. Jaco was great.
Meanwhile, Tom Waits was working the other end of the jazz resurgence spectrum as a hep-cat jazzbo 50s street poet.
Leon Redbone took the jazz resurgence in a completely different direction – right to it’s early American roots. “Diddy Wah Diddy” was a song by itself, complete with the requisite innuendo, but listen to the cornet solo. It’s a note-for-note copy of King Oliver from 1926, “Sugar Foot Stomp.”
And for you babosos who don’t give a carp about weather, this vid of Dick Dale & The DelTones (ca. 1963) is supposedly a rare video of the King of Surf Guitar, but nothing is rare on the internest, and I dare you to name the dances. Double dog dare you.
Have a great weekend, folks. More stuff coming tomorrow.
Approximately 200-400 years ago during Japan’s Edo period, an unknown artist created what is easily the most profound demonstration of human aesthetics ever committed to parchment. I am referring to He-Gassen a.k.a. 屁合戦 a.k.a. “the fart war.” In this centuries-old scroll, women and men blow each other off the page with typhoon-like flatulence. Toss this in the face of any philistine who claims that art history is boring.
Ancient Japanese art is a gas – but my hoax-alert antennae are twitching with the reference to “He-Gassen” even though I found another source here.
[Found here, h/t Princess Natasha.]
With tensions at an all time high in Afghanistan following the Koran burnings, the urination video, and the killing of 16 civilians, attention is now falling on a long line of “Infidel” apparel and gear.
Exhausted from how they feel they’re being perceived, troops have taken to wearing patches and carrying items that label themselves infidels, and offer translation in local dialect.
In the Muslim world an infidel means literally “one without faith” who rejects the central teachings of Islam.
Military.com tracked down Clayton Montgomery at Mil-Spec Monkey, a large online seller of infidel gear, who says his most popular item by far is the “Pork Eating Crusader Patch.”
[Full story here, h/t Soylent Green. Larger size image for lifting and posting below the break.]
[Update: For those interested in reading an assessment of the situation in Afghanistan, Pete Hegseth, emailing from Kabul in January 2012, has some interesting (and disturbing) observations.
Pete Hegseth, founder of Vets For Freedom, is now posted to Afghanistan, where he has been training Afghans as well as American and coalition troops. His reports on the situation there are as knowledgeable as any you can find. Here is his final dispatch — long but worth reading through to the end.
Read the whole thing here: http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2012/01/endgame-in-afghanistan.php
“Space Traders” was produced by HBO films and is based on a short story writhed by Prof. Derrick Bell, Barack Obama’s Harvard Law professor. Big Hollywood: “Bell eventually resigned from Harvard in 1992, and continued to stir controversy. He wrote a short story, “The Space Traders,” in which he imagined that Americans would sell blacks to aliens in exchange for gold to repay the national debt. He also implied that Jews would help blacks only out of a sense of self-preservation, turning Holocaust victim and diarist Anne Frank into “the symbol of Jewish hypocrisy.””
And, yeah, that’s the head of George Clinton, Commander of The Mothership, presented for amusement purposes only.
[For those of you who are following the 2012 US Presidential Elections, and regardless of your political affiliations, I strongly suggest that you check this site daily for important updates. –Bunk]
This reminds me of when I ran out of dishwasher detergent and decided that Ivory Liquid was a good substitute. Clicked ON and went to work, came home to an apartment full of suds.
The worst part was that it occurred in my dad’s apartment, and he fixed the problem so it wouldn’t happen again. He booted me out.
[Found here]
Tacky Raccoons 