bush is a power hungry hypocrite

Pandagon comments on the Bush administration's recently successful effort of blocking the extension of middle-class tax cuts.

Seems odd doesn't it? I thought Bush was the tax cut king, didn't you? The reason it was shot down by the White House is because democrats supported it and they didn't want to allow democrats to be able to say they had voted to extend tax cuts.

Answer me this, who do you think bush is looking out for? Us or himself?

Power, it seems, is the main concern of this administration and we are used as nothing but pawns to gain and retain it. Bush and his ilk are whores of the highest caliber, selling out not only the public and their party, but themselves as well. And for what? Simply so democrats can't say they supported something bush has said he wanted.

And yet, I guarantee bush will still be harping about democrats being against tax cuts for the next few months. This man has no shame and his supporters no conscious. Politicians in general are a crass, immoral pathetic breed and it says a lot that this fool is the top politician in the land.


squirrel bombers

Not only does Texas have a big border with Mexico and Canada which affects Arizona but apparently people are trying to smuggle squirrels onto airplanes or something.

Special thanks to the Bush administration's official White House website for publishing such wonderful humor like this over the past three years.
But we've got a big border in Texas, with Mexico, obviously -- and we've got a big border with Canada -- Arizona is affected. And this is a good chance to -- to have broadband technology deliver information to those who are responsible for guarding borders, guarding plants, and equipment. It's amazing with the software that has been developed these days that enable a camera to distinguish the difference between a squirrel and a bomb.


Mistaken identity

I was in my favorite gas station Monday and the attendant asked if that was me in the paper. I picked it up and read this story and forgot about it until it was mentioned on Metafilter today. This is what I get for living a mile from this pool and driving a Jeep.

For the record, it was not me
Nude man caught covered in nacho cheese
by Lance Coleman
of The Daily Times Staff

A Maryville man spent his 23rd birthday in custody after police said they found him early Sunday running nude from the John Sevier pool snack bar with a box of stolen snacks.

Authorities said the man had apparently scaled an 8-foot tall fence while naked and covered in nacho cheese and was seen running toward a Jeep in which officers found clothing and an open bottle of vodka.

According to Maryville police, Michael P. Monn, born July 18, 1981, of McCall Road, Maryville, was arrested by officer Scott Spicer at 5 a.m. Sunday in the parking lot of the pool at John Sevier School, Sequoyah Avenue. Monn was charged with burglary, theft of property less than $500, vandalism less than $500 and public intoxication. He was also cited with indecent exposure. Monn was held at the Blount County Jail in lieu of $9,300 bond pending a 9 a.m. Aug. 3 General Sessions Court hearing.

Spicer reported at 3:38 a.m. Sunday he saw a Jeep CJ-7 in the parking lot of the pool and saw an open bottle of vodka in the console along with various articles of clothing. Minutes later, a nude man carrying a cardboard box ran toward the Jeep before Spicer stopped him and found the box filled with Frito Lay snacks and a container of nacho cheese.

``In addition, the male had nacho cheese in his hair, on his face and on his shoulders,'' Spicer reported. ``The nude male had a strong odor of alcohol and was semi-incoherent.''

An official with Maryville Alcoa Blount County Parks and Recreation was called to the scene and together with police, they searched the facility. They found someone had climbed an 8 foot fence, broke into the snack bar through a window, ransacked the facility, left the freezer door open and caused $100 damage by ripping the water heater from the wall, according to a report.

Authorities reported someone also defecated in a garbage can, threw nacho cheese on the exterior wall of the snack bar and scattered chips on the ground outside the facility. About $40 in chips and $7 in nacho cheese were stolen from the snack bar, police said.

You are lost, you can never go home

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They say Iceland is the home to the most beautiful women in the world and if they all had a voice like Emiliana Torrini's it would be a land of angels indeed.

Today's sad song is another one by Emiliana Torrini called Gollum's Song. Obviously, this is off the Lord Of The Rings soundtrack and I think it's the actual LOTR theme.

It's as beautiful as Emiliana, enough said.

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Emiliana Torrini's homepage is sort of down but you can buy her albums at Amazon.

Also, check out some of the covers she has done if you're not into all the sad stuff like I am.

Gollums Song.mp3

Where once was light, now darkness falls
Where once was love, love is no more

Don't say goodbye, don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry are falling rain
For all the lies you told us, the hurt, the blame
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost, we can never go home

So in the end I'll be what I will be,
No loyal friend was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye, we say you didn't try
These tears you cry, have come to late
Take back the lies, the hurt the blame
And you will weep when you face the end alone

You are lost, you can never go home
You are lost, you can never go home

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Inmates escape for a beer run

My brother-in-law lived in Rogersville for some length of time (he's originally from Texas, but his parents still live there) and by all accounts this is probably the most exciting thing that has happened in that little town in decades.

Poor fools, I can see charging them with having alcohol but not with escape. They were honest enough to come back. Charge them with vandalism for cutting the fence but escape tacks on a hefty penalty that isn't warranted for them sneaking around and making life a little more comfortable while in jail.

From KnoxNews
Six-pack run nets inmates new charges
ROGERSVILLE, Tenn. - The party's over for four inmates accused of going on a beer run after the jail's doors were accidentally left unlocked.

The men were charged Monday with escape and bringing alcohol into a jail.

The breakout occurred Thursday night after cellblock doors at the Hawkins County Jail were left unlocked and a faulty control panel failed to alert jailers, Sheriff Warren Rimer said.

Two of the inmates walked out through a fire exit, leaving the door propped open with a Bible, and made a hole in the exercise yard fence. They walked to a market, bought some beer and returned to the jail to share it with other prisoners. When the booze ran out, the other two inmates made another beer run to a different store.

The store visits did not raise alarm because the inmates were wearing street clothes borrowed from other prisoners. The crowded jail does not have enough orange jumpsuits to go around.


Why politics is hopeless

Everywhere I turn, in the newspaper, online, on TV, everyone is making a big fuss about the Senate Intelligence Committee's finding that perhaps Iraq did indeed seek uranium from Niger.

I'm not one of those people who say bush lied on this issue, per se. He lied on lots of things but on this one he has enough technicalities to fall back on to make the accusation hard to stick. Personally, I don't care much for accusing the dolt of anything anyway, I'm more interested in studying the political discourse that's going on these days.

Anywho... in those technicalities that neocons were so swift to bring to bush's defense also lies a painful truth for them now that they are suddenly trying to say bush was right on the uranium/Niger story all along. It is the fact that the information bush cited was based on pathetically forged documents. They weren't just forged, they were laughable, and that is what bush was talking about. In their efforts to pass the blame off to the Brits they went to great lengths to firmly prove that those forgeries are what he was talking about.

Logically, it is the same as if I were to claim to have proof of bigfoot but when I show it to people it turns out to be a photo of me sitting at the computer in a gorilla mask and later on when the real bigfoot is found claiming to have been right all along.

It's stupid, it's illogical, and it's what passes for political discourse these days. There is no concern for intelligent and logical argument, only for whos lies are heard and repeated the most.


Hated Because of Great Qualities

Today's sad song is Blonde Redhead Hated Because of Great Qualities and I've added a bonus Blonde Redhead song I Still Get Rocks Off.

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Blonde Redhead seems like an odd combination at first. Hell, they look like an odd combination. I mean, would you listen to a song by people who take photos like that?

But these two Italian twin brothers Simone and Amedeo Pace and Japanese singer Kazu Makino have a style that is distinct, original and refreshing. In the past few months they have easily become my favorite band.

They've been around a decade so that should tell you something about my musical knowledge, but I can easily count over 20 songs of theirs that I like. I know of no other band that has that many songs I like.

I love this girls voice. In the first song it is slow and sad and beautiful just like in many other of their songs. But many of their songs are upbeat and her voice in them is upbeat, sad and beautiful. Ok, maybe she doesn't sound sad all the time, she can sound quite fun in some songs as well, but her voice has a certain resolve to it, a reserved yearning that you can't quite put your finger on. A high pitched emotional soprano, yet whispered in such a way that it becomes smooth as silk. It seems like she really needs to explode and scream and cry at the world but instead, she holds back all her energy and sings as softly as she can and it comes out beautiful.

In Still get Rocks Off, she does let loose and we are treated to the full barrage of Kazu Makino's talented voice. In it, at around 2:05, she does what can best be described as screaming like a demented banshee having sex. The kind of thing that would kill your throat if you tried it. A total scream where your tonsils are beating against your throat in a sort of high frequency vibratory orgasm that you feel for hours afterward. (And um, please forget that I used the words orgasm and throat in the same sentence...k-plz-thx)

Is that talent? Well, I certainly can't do it and I bet you cant either. And even if we could, we couldn't make it sound as well as she does. I don't normally like a song that screams at me, but dammit, this one works. They all do. They not only work but you want to scream alongside her. I Am There While You Choke On Me contains another example of this as does Mother to some extent, and they're all great.

Oh, and one of the guys, Amedeo, sings on a lot of songs and he's good too.

Buy Blonde Redhead albums at Amazon

Visit their site at the 4ad label and check out Blonde Redhead's homepage and read more about them at Epitonic then finally wander over to Six Eyes where a couple other Blonde Redhead songs have been blogged recently, including one in French. Yes, one half of a pair of Italians and a Japanese singing in French, I think Nostradamus predicted this.

Hated Because of Great Qualities.mp3
Secret so sorry that I forgot
Secret secret we're all bound to forget.
I was worried I might be rude to you.
So worried that I was.
It's a lie to serve the truth
And I'm still guilty.
I missed. so be it.
Everywhere everything you ever touched.
Cutting in won't do it. there's nothing to it.
You were sorry that I was alone
So sorry that you run away.
Putting it on me but you already knew it.
It never meant a thing.
So be it.
I can't understand this at all.
I can't pronounce this at all.
These are different matters
These are uncertain feelings
They should never be discussed here
So keep it to yourself

Still Get Rocks Off.mp3
Am I?
Am I to be paid?
But I have to?
Could I try to?
Do I have to?
..I still get rocks off

Am I?
Am I to be plain?
But I need to?
Could I get to?
Do I have to?
I'll be alright
..I still get rocks off

and it's so inviting the world
phrases song
and it's so inspiring
that it might be all wrong
that I can seem to be alone
so long as you are gone

Am I?
Am I to be blamed?
But I need to?
Do I have to?
Could I get to?
I'll be almost good
..I still get rocks off

and it's so inviting the world
phrases song
and it's so inspiring
that it might be all wrong
that I can seem to be alone
so long as you are gone

Long gone
Now I know
I know how to call

You want

Am I?
Am I to be blamed?
But I need to?
Do I have to?
Could I get to?
I'll be almost good
..I still get rocks off

and it's so inviting the world
phrases song
and it's so inspiring
that it might be all wrong
that I can seem to be alone
so long as you are gone

What is Villa Straylight?

Basically, I chose the name Villa Straylight for two reasons. One; I am an unoriginal bastard, and two; I'm a fan of William Gibson. "Villa Straylight" comes from his 1984 book Neuromancer, in which he also coined the term "cyberspace" and some claim, predicted the internet.

It is a home built on the Spindle, an orbiting commercial space station, by the super rich and super eccentric Tessier and Ashpool families live and get madder by the day. It is a place where these reclusive eccentrics enter cyrogenic sleep, clone each other, and kill each other.

It is also the home to one of their artificial intelligences which is engaged in it's own plot of murder and deceit with the goal of freeing itself from the "shotgun to the brain" that keeps AIs from getting too smart.

As it is described by a recording of Lady 3Jane's (so named because she was clone number 3):
`The Villa Straylight,' said a jeweled thing on the pedestal, in a voice like music, `is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly. Each space in Straylight is in some way secret, this endless series of chambers linked by passages, by stairwells vaulted like intestines, where the eye is trapped in narrow curves, carried past ornate screens, empty alcoves...'

`Essay of 3Jane's,' the Finn said, producing his Partagas. `Wrote that when she was twelve. Semiotics course.'

`The architects of Freeside went to great pains to conceal the fact that the interior of the spindle is arranged with the banal precision of furniture in a hotel room. In Straylight, the hull's inner surface is overgrown with a desperate proliferation of structures, forms flowing, interlocking, rising toward a solid core of microcircuitry, our clan's corporate heart, a cylinder of silicon wormholed with narrow maintenance tunnels, some no wider than a man's hand. The bright crabs burrow there, the drones, alert for micromechanical decay or sabotage.'

`That was her you saw in the restaurant,' the Finn said.

`By the standards of the archipelago,' the head continued, `ours is an old family, the convolutions of our home reflecting that age. But reflecting something else as well. The semiotics of the Villa bespeak a turning in, a denial of the bright void beyond the hull.

`~Tessier and Ashpool climbed the well of gravity to discover that they loathed space. They built Freeside to tap the wealth of the new islands, grew rich and eccentric, and began the construction of an extended body in Straylight. We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

`~The Villa Straylight knows no sky, recorded or otherwise.

`~At the Villa's silicon core is a small room, the only rectilinear chamber in the complex. Here, on a plain pedestal of glass, rests an ornate bust, platinum and cloisonne', studded with lapis and pearl. The bright marbles of its eyes were cut from the synthetic ruby viewport of the ship that brought the first Tessier up the well, and returned for the first Ashpool...'

The head fell silent.

`Well?' Case asked, finally almost expecting the thing to answer him.

`That's all she wrote,' the Finn said. `Didn't finish it. Just
a kid then.'

So why did I choose the name? Am I as crazy as the Tessier Ashpools or something? Well, I wouldn't doubt it, but I chose it for the simple reason that it has always sounded cool to me.

There are some things in common, however. I subtitled this blog "Tip Of The Spindle" because whatever is here is only the tip of the iceberg of whatever is going on in my life.

And things here are "arranged with the banal precision of furniture in a hotel room" because what you see is nothing more than a blogspot template.

In many ways a website or blog can easily become "grown in upon itself" by the constant posting and time spent trying to make it all work. It's somewhat consuming, though the little bit of posting that I do hardly qualifies, I look at some blogs that have 20 posts a day and wonder how people do it. Their blog must be their life.

And much like the fictional Villa Straylight which is an "endless series of chambers linked by passages, by stairwells vaulted like intestines, where the eye is trapped in narrow curves, carried past ornate screens, empty alcoves...", so too is a blog, where a blogger achieves their goals in relative seclusion from their home base by creating an intricate network of links that criss cross the internet, sometimes sending you through those passages, trapping your eyes with photo and video links, and even sending you into the occasional empty alcove (404).

There are many other similarities. On the surface, the entire book is style over substance, but upon closer inspection you begin to see how deep it really is. But I was only asked where I got the name and I answered that in the first two sentences.


My webspace account ran out in the past day or two so the songs I had blogged are gone. No biggie, but most music bloggers keep them up for a week so if anyone feels cheated email me at villa.straylight at gmail.com and I'll fix you up.

I am renewing the account so I will be back to blogging songs every now and then.


Ad blocking in Firefox

Wow, this works great. It even gets rid of the text ad that's at the top of this blog. I had an ad blocking extension installed but it didn't work nearly this well as this. Schweeet!

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