pbr vs pulque

humoring the rain away (via copenhagencyclechic.com)

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Beeth> Girls are like internet domain names, the ones I like are already taken.

honx> well, you can stil get one from a strange country

— http://www.bash.org/?369

currently obsessed with scott walker's "Jackie"

And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I’d sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they’d know
I’d expect something in return
I’d have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmama
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And though pink elephants I’d see
Though I’d be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me “Jacky”

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i would have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I’d sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I’d sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phony virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I’d still know where I’d want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I’d sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me “Jacky”

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn’t it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I’d sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
Cos’ down below is really nowhere
My name would then be Junipher
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the Devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me “Jacky”

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

“ There is something really evil about taking thousands of the world’s smartest young people and using them to sell online text ads more efficiently.

— Fake Steve on Google and their use of the worlds’ smartest and brightest. (via David Karp) (via buzzandersen)

apple nostalgia circa 1989

just encoded the hidden audio tracks on Apple’s first Developer cd “Phil & Dave’s Excellent CD”, after seeing a flickr request from Michael McCracken. Play here: http://developer.muxtape.com/. Oh so dated… and yet I still enjoy the Formula One track after all this time. Has the power to bring out a special coding monster in the listener.

I came into possession of this cd from a Canadian fan of my freeware control strip modules back in 1995. Best present EVER in the mail. Thanks, whoever you are!

“ To attack the pedals may be strenuous over the short run, but is an expression of trust in one’s own powers, for with the bicycle everything depends on the self. Those who wish to control their own lives and move beyond existence as mere clients and consumers — those people ride a bike.

— Wolfgang Sachs

“ To be a cyclist is to be a student of pain….at cycling’s core lies pain, hard and bitter as the pit inside a juicy peach. If you never confront pain, you’re missing the essence of the sport. Without pain, there’s no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks.

» Remembering Matt, my teammate and friend

“ A koala walks into a diner. He sits down, orders, eats, takes out a gun, shoots the waiter and tries to walk out without paying. The manager is aghast and tries to stop him. “You can’t eat, kill my waiter and run out without paying.” The koala says, “Hey man, I’m a koala. Look it up.” Manager takes out a dictionary and sure enough, there it is: Koala, marsupial native to Australia. Eats shoots and leaves.

“ A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

— Lazarus Long, Time Enough For Love (Robert Heinlein)