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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
'I didn't see any of my girls, just a pile of bricks'
Israeli air strike kills five daughters from one family as Gaza death toll passes 300 |World news |
The Guardian
The family house was small: three rooms, a tiny kitchen and bathroom, built of poor-quality concrete bricks with a corrugated asbestos roof, in block four of Jabalia refugee camp in northern Gaza. There are hundreds of similar homes crammed into the overcrowded streets, filled with some of the poorest and most vulnerable families in the Gaza Strip.
But it was this house, where Anwar and Samira Balousha lived with their nine children, that had the misfortune to be built next to what became late on Sunday night another target in Israel's devastating bombing campaign of Gaza.
An Israeli bomb struck the refugee camp's Imad Aqil mosque around midnight, destroying the building and collapsing several shops and a pharmacy nearby. The force of the blast was so massive it also brought down the Balousha family's house, which yesterday lay in ruins. The seven eldest girls were asleep together on mattresses in one bedroom and they bore the brunt of the explosion. Five were killed where they lay: Tahrir, 17, Ikram 15, Samer, 13, Dina, eight and Jawahar, four.
They were the latest in a growing number of civilian casualties in Israel's bombing campaign. At least 335 Palestinians have been killed and as many as 1,400 injured. On the Israeli side, four people have been killed by Palestinian rockets. Israel's military offensive continues and may yet intensify.
Imam, 16, lay in the room with her sisters but by chance survived with only injuries to her legs. She was eventually pulled free and rushed to hospital. "I was asleep. I didn't hear anything of the explosion," she said yesterday as she sat comforting her mother. "I just woke when the bricks fell on me. I saw all my sisters around me and I couldn't move. No one could see me from above. The neighbours and ambulance men couldn't see us. They were walking on the bricks above us. I started to scream and told my sisters we would die. We all screamed: 'Baba, Mama. Come to help us.'"
Her parents had been sleeping in the room next door with their two youngest children, Muhammad, one, and Bara'a, 12 days.
Their room was damaged and all were hurt, but they survived and were taken straight to hospital even before any of the older girls were found.
Imam eventually recognised her uncle's voice among the rescuers and she shouted again for help. "He found me and started to remove the bricks and the rubble from me," she said. "They started to pull me by my hands, the bricks were still lying on my legs."
Her mother, Samira, 36, had seen the pile of bricks in the girls' bedroom and was stricken with grief, convinced they were all dead. Like all the family, she was asleep when the bomb struck. "I opened my eyes and saw bricks all over my body," she said. "My face was covered with the concrete blocks."
She checked on her two youngest children and then looked in the room next door. "I didn't see any of my daughters, just a pile of bricks and parts of the roof. Everyone told me my daughters were alive, but I knew they were gone."
She sat on a sofa surrounded by other women at a neighbour's house further along the street and struggled to speak, pausing for long moments and still overcome with shock.
"I hope the Palestinian military wings retaliate and take revenge with operations inside Israel. I ask God to take revenge on them," she said.
Her husband, Anwar, 40, sat in another house where a mourning tent had been set up. He was pale and still suffering from serious injuries to his head, his shoulder and his hands. But like many other patients in Gaza he had been made to leave an overcrowded hospital to make way for the dying. Yesterday his house was a pile of rubble: collapsed walls and the occasional piece of furniture exposed to the sky. He spoke bitterly of his daughters' deaths. "We are civilians. I don't belong to any faction, I don't support Fatah or Hamas, I'm just a Palestinian. They are punishing us all, civilians and militants. What is the guilt of the civilian?" Like many men in Gaza, Anwar has no job, and like all in the camp he relies on food handouts from the UN and other charity support to survive.
"If the dead here were Israelis, you would see the whole world condemning and responding. But why is no one condemning this action? Aren't we human beings?" he said. "We are living in our land, we didn't take it from the Israelis. We are fighting for our rights. One day we will get them back."
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Friday, December 26, 2008
alt facebook status update #1
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Bush gets shoes thrown at him in Iraq
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
sketches of winkle
eddy ran the sceen you know he's hip to her mantra
he was a meditative fucker all strung out on sinatra
sketching van winkle like there ain't no tomorrow
i saw van winkle show up on the scene
i bled from my elbows when i saw that he was doing all those
sketches of winkle, crying to the heavens in a fit of rage
skethces of winkle, keeping little cupids locked up in a cage
sketches of winkle, i think i love her but she don't love me
skethces of winkle, i thought she loved me dude
well she drained all the fluid from the sink in the kitchen
eddy wanted veggies all he's doing is bitchen
steve and sandy went out and bought a new pair of mittens
mean ween cut me and he said he was kidding
rip van winkle
rip rip rip van winkle
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Tuesday, December 02, 2008
thod speaks
We could start classifying the workaholics as anti social in that they deprive other men of their jobs. Or we could classify it as a mental illness. Still most people are happy to let them be the mugs and put in all the work hours. Just so long as they get their share. All you hear about is complaints from those mugs that they get taxed, thats because they are so dumb they cant see the big picture. They cant see anything but defining themselves in terms of work and money. So we encourage their psychosis. We don't need their labor it can all be made by a few hours a week from each person.
In the future it will all be done by robots. There will still be guys going out trying to play a game that isn't there anymore. """
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
oh I'm so effing scared of this dude
this is one scary dude,
and he;'s doubly scary coz he's english
like yoo and mee
but now he's deddd blown up by a cosy comfy us missile, I'm so
happy and now i feel so sayf innit?
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
the fetching scarf
Glasgow kisses and milkman wronged wives slashed the net curtains – a bitter reflex.
lips curled and the fan humming in the hairdressers.
steeples so tall and the flailing jacobite windows ajar – windy gust
trod treading footfalls again and still making no ground on the Great Western Road
back from the Maryhill dole
back from the gray wet bleak hole
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The End of Wall Street's Boom - National Business News - Portfolio.com
To this day, the willingness of a Wall Street investment bank to pay me hundreds of thousands of dollars to dispense investment advice to grownups remains a mystery to me. I was 24 years old, with no experience of, or particular interest in, guessing which stocks and bonds would rise and which would fall. The essential function of Wall Street is to allocate capital—to decide who should get it and who should not. Believe me when I tell you that I hadn’t the first clue.
I’d never taken an accounting course, never run a business, never even had savings of my own to manage. I stumbled into a job at Salomon Brothers in 1985 and stumbled out much richer three years later, and even though I wrote a book about the experience, the whole thing still strikes me as preposterous—which is one of the reasons the money was so easy to walk away from. I figured the situation was unsustainable. Sooner rather than later, someone was going to identify me, along with a lot of people more or less like me, as a fraud. Sooner rather than later, there would come a Great Reckoning when Wall Street would wake up and hundreds if not thousands of young people like me, who had no business making huge bets with other people’s money, would be expelled from finance.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Peter Schiff was right!!
but I saw a video of him about a year ago and he
described economic collapse coming while the other
experts around him laughed in his face.
He stood calm and stood his ground.
Now he has been vindicated.
Everything he said was right.
I urge you to watch this video and see how time and again,
he gave this warning.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
need a piss
stale sheet bed
need to sleep, but won't switch off the
google chrome black killer box that gives me a skin rash
needs must when the french devil's kick wigan's backside
need a falafel but they shut it down,
no Turkish bar b que for me
need health but the scum between my teeth will keep
the throat infection topped up for the winter
need to de-pornolize,
in fact this is working I'm suck-seeding ha ha
need to stop economy obsessing,
I now have a layman's degree in "the world is going down the tubes"
need to learn some new songs on the guitar,
but I always forget which ones I had earlier elected for this role
needeepinnoneffectivemedicines
nee d een dddd nnn eee eee
glen hoddle's escape hatch
I dreamt I had a new type of camera
you put both eyes in the viewfinder like
a diving mask and everything looked so
vivid and clear and bright,
with this unique machine at once I became an artist
bringing visionary beauty from the mundane light from objects and scenes
we all normally see in shades of tainted dreary modern human vision
I dreamt of a woman swimming in these strange waters,
neither sea nor river and this documentary I was filming/watching
it was the story of a man. she became the narrator,
after being the sex object of his.
I needed those dreams and today's sun and last week's intense
caring stare of my fantastic GP who explained the lot and gave
me what I had forgotten I deserved.
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Ian Dury show comes to London: Looks good
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Friday, November 07, 2008
Does one want fries with ones big mac?
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Thursday, November 06, 2008
Alex Jones take on the Obama victory
that such events as Diana's death and now Obama's victory create
in the mass public.
I don't really go for conspiracy shock jock Alex Jones,
but he is on form in this show.
http://rss.nfowars.net/20081105_Wed_Alex.mp3
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Monday, November 03, 2008
John Cusak - No currency left to buy the big lies
At the anti-Iraq war march in London 2003 I was sure I saw John Cusak the cool American film actor marching along near Gower street.
Turns out he's a bit of a lefty.
Check his latest blog. Its long and a bit complex but pretty dang good stuff
he is an angry not so young man...
As I contemplated the real possibility of an Obama victory and listened to right wing pundits revise history still unfolding, I thought of titles for this blog:
"Neocon Logic: This Statement is Untrue"
"The Modern Free Market System is False But a New Revelation Shall Come"
" They Would Feast on Themselves: All the Money's Gone, Nowhere to Go"
I decided on:
"No Currency Left to Buy the Big Lies"
NO CURRENCY LEFT TO BUY THE BIG LIES
In the pre-capitalist reality, James Madison said when he put power in the hands of the business elite, he would be entrusting "enlightened statesmen and benevolent philosophers who would devote themselves to the welfare of all."
Clearly, he believed this statement in the way I guess some modern Republicans do. The only problem was that he eventually realized this didn't work and in 1792, disillusioned and worried about the democratic experiment, condemned what he called "the daring depravity of the times." He went on to denounce the business elites who, given ultimate power, "become tools and tyrants of government...they overwhelm government with their powers and combinations and are bribed by its largesse." That's how he perceived the system he had helped design. In 2008, this is an apt description of the Republican relationship to government and power.
read on...
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Sunday, November 02, 2008
Barcelona #1 - Cigarette Girls
On two of the occasions that I entered a tobacconists I was confronted by a young woman dressed in what seemed like a beauty contest outfit with a sash across her chest and not many clothes on.
I was asked whether or not I smoked. It was then that I realized that a special offer was on the cards. They were offering cheap John Player Special cigarettes; The smokes that went out of fashion in the UK in about 1982 and are lower on the pecking order than Dunhills. I don’t usually smoke anything, but when on holiday I do get the urge and seeing that there was no cigarette ban in Spain I couldn’t resist the chance to sit in a bar or restaurant and spark one up. But for me it was Gauloise Blondes or nothing.
No, neither green, red, blue or yellow JPS let alone the traditional black would sway me. I didn’t want to disappoint the girls on parade, but together we knew they were just doing a job so it was all smiles.
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Saturday, November 01, 2008
awesome crystal caves
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Friday, October 31, 2008
paranoid commies : James Bond has secret anti-Russia messages from UK and USA
Kurylenko, the Ukrainian actress who plays Bond's sidekick in Quantum of Solace, has been condemned by the Communist Party of St Petersburg for aiding "the killer of hundreds of Soviet people and their allies". Apparently oblivious to Bond's fictional nature, it accused her of assisting "a man who worked for decades under the orders of Thatcher and Reagan to destroy the USSR".
In an appeal to the actress on its website, the party said: "The Soviet Union educated you, cared for you and brought you up for free but no one suspected that you would commit this act of intellectual and moral betrayal."
It is not the first time the Communists of St Petersburg - or Leningrad, as they would rather it be called - have taken aim at perfidious Western films. Earlier this year they claimed that the film Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, set in the Cold War in 1957, was a vehicle for crude anti-Soviet propaganda and lambasted the antics of Harrison Ford and his ruthless Russian nemesis Cate Blanchett, calling them capitalist puppets.
The party declared that Ford had "no future in Russia any more" - a message that apparently failed to reach the country's cinemagoers, who flocked to see the film at a record 808 screens.
The Communists are, however, willing to rehabilitate Kurylenko - if she delivers her co-star, Daniel Craig, into the clutches of Russia's secret services for interrogation. "Let him tell what other plans are being written in the Pentagon and Hollywood to discredit Russia and drive a wedge between the Russian and Ukrainian peoples," it said.
Sergei Malinkovich, the leader of the city party, told The Times: "Everyone knows that the CIA and MI6 finance James Bond films as a special operation of psychological warfare against us. This Ukrainian girl sleeps with Bond and that means that Ukraine is sleeping with the West."
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giant lego man on Brighton beach
Mystery surrounds the appearance of a giant Lego man on a beach in Brighton.
The 6ft-tall (1.8m) red, green and yellow figure has the slogan "No Real Than You Are" painted on the front and some words written in Dutch.
Brighton resident Peter McNiven said he had spotted the figure in the water while walking to work this week.
It is not known if the figure washed ashore or was carried to the seafront. A Lego man with the same slogan appeared on a Dutch beach last year.
Mr McNiven, 32, who works for a digital marketing company, said: "I just happened to stumble across him on Wednesday morning.
"I took a couple of pictures because it's not something you see every day.
"There's a lot of talk about him coming over from Holland to here, but there's no tide marks on him."
A spokesman for Brighton and Hove City Council said it did not know how or why the Lego man had appeared on the beach.
The Dutch Lego man was pulled out of the sea last year
He added the figure had now been taken away.
In August 2007 a giant Lego toy, bearing a close resemblance to the Brighton figure, mysteriously appeared on Zandvoort beach in Holland.
And Like the Brighton Lego man, there was no official explanation about where the giant plastic toy had appeared from.
The blue and yellow figure was pulled out of the sea and bore the same slogan "No Real Than You Are".
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
granddaughter shagging
in the Ross Brand insult andrew sachs debacle.
I think they must reckon that those people who are most upset
by the shenanigans are the demographic that are swinging between voting Labour and Tory.
No other reason for these two to start commenting.
Its absurd.
Anyway for all we know Brand did shag Sach's granddaughter.
She looks pretty shaggable...
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Sunday, October 26, 2008
mortgage madness 2003
crazy housing boom that is now crashing happened
in the first place
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Saturday, October 25, 2008
why we are callous brutes
Try to imagine how many events of emotional significance occur in the world in the course of 24 hours:
Countless causes for joy - at 3:05PM a healthy baby was born in Alaska
Countless causes for optimism - at 11:45AM a divorcing couple amicably finalised custody arrangements in Bulgaria
Countless causes for anxiety - at 8:32AM a coughing poultry worker boarded a plane for the UK
Countless causes for anger - at 2:22PM a factory worker in China was unfairly dismissed
Now think of the other 6 billion people in the world. Something joyful, or reassurring, or ominous, or unjust... (etc) has probably happened to each one of us today.
How could a single organism react with genuine emotion to all of these events?
Right or wrong, it is unavoidable that we have to choose which events we invest emotional significance in.
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Friday, October 24, 2008
Young Creatives
When what they are actually doing is spending their days slapping lube on the scabby cock of capitalism so as to make it easier for the man to fuck us all up the arse.
kaka tim
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
The Stark Choice Now Facing America - The Market Ticker
United Kingdom
The Stark Choice Now Facing America - The Market Ticker
The truth is that our nation, and indeed the world, has too much debt for its ability to earn income and has had since 1968. As this became apparent to the people at The Federal Reserve and Treasury, in the 1980s starting with Alan Greenspan, interest rates were artificially kept low for a long period of time to encourage you and others to go into that debt - debt you and these firms cannot possibly repay.
This is why we had the crash in 1987, why LTCM blew up in the 1990s, why we had an Internet Bubble and now why we had a Housing Bubble.
All of these bubbles were intentionally created by The Fed, Treasury and Wall Street Banks to keep the charade alive that you could take on more and more debt and they could make more and more money.
We are now out of bubbles and ability to support bubbles, and America (and the world, in fact) is out of the ability to support more debt.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I think it could get really nasty -- 'mob' nasty.
I've been reading this website quite regularly for the past six months.
Its a very interesting place to read about the current financial shenanigans.
There are also outlandish posts like this which are food for thought...
Post by Dissident Junk 13/10/08
Something is not right, there's a presence somewhere, something waiting to be born.
I know I sound utterly nuts (I don't often speak about these things because I know I sound nuts), but I tend to be able to read how things will pan out politically and culturally, what is inevitable and what isn't. I have wondered whether it is a "Blink" thing -- you know that book by Gladwell? -- because I have spent the last ten years of my life utterly submerged in political, cultural and social analysis in both my work and social spheres, so maybe my feelings are a form of subconscious process of analysis that then make me feel something 'instinctually'.
But, nevertheless, I told people in 2000 we would see race riots in the North -- they laughed at me -- and we did. I said we would see a terrorist attack on British soil -- they laughed again -- and we did. I became convinced that the implications of house price rises meant something rotten at the heart of our systems, and that they had to crash and it would be horrific -- everyone laughed at that -- so I found HPC and realised I wasn't alone, and now we see it all panning out.
And at the moment, I just feel this 'presence of an absence', something really strange, bizarre and -- you use this word yourself -- surreal that is about to come to pass. I can't explain what it is or what it will look like. This feels like the calm before a very weird and insane form of storm.
I guess, putting my rational hat on, that there has been too much social, cultural and financial change in the UK in too short a time. There has been a loss of a sense that anything is stable, or works to understood parameters and theories. When things seem so subject to change like this, then people do not know how to 'predict' their best course for the future, they find it hard to make informed decisions, everything becomes uncertain, and with uncertainty comes unease, a sense of vulnerability, a sense of anxiety and then panic. And with panic comes the loss of morality, the loss of civilised behaviour.
I would say that the size of the ultimate reaction relies on two factors: one) to what extent people have repressed their reactive impulse over how long, and two) how much pressure has been placed upon them.
And it is this that bothers me. The last eight years have seen a political environment where dissent or challenges to the existing ideological position have been stifled, quashed or just ignored; modes of reaction to events from both the government and media has felt very muted in proportion to the significance of those events (you can see this in the official responses from situations as disparate as the raft of teenage stabbings, for example, or the response to the Bridgend suicides to the terrorist attack on 7/7 and the blatantly preposterous nature of the housing and credit boom. Even the response to the J-18 or the May day riots, which, when you think about it, were astonishing really as public displays of youth disaffection, seem now to have been dangerously non-existent).
These official responses have served to mute public reaction, but they do not dissolve it. Instead, it is stifled but continues to grow in its smothered state as new events add to the keg of discontent. And more and more things just keep adding to the keg: high migratory patterns (both immigration and emigration: the impact of emigration upon those left behind is never discussed but also has quite significant social and psychological consequences), taxation, financial instability, even things are small as a lap-dancing club opening in a small market town can really unsettle people.
And we seem to have seen a lot of this type of change, and reactions to it have been stifled.
It bothers me. And I know that the way things are going simply cannot continue. Too much change, and too much pressure. I think the keg is going to blow soon. I suspect the outcome will be some form of ideological paradigm shift, but I think it could get really nasty -- 'mob' nasty.
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Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Smoke Mirrors And How A Handful Of Missed Mortgage Payments Started The Global Financial Crisis (from Sunday Herald)
We are witnessing what the commentator Martin Wolf of the Financial Times calls "the disintegration of the financial system". But how did we get here? How did a few dodgy sub-prime mortgages in American inner cities lead to what is beginning to look like the collapse of capitalism?
read on
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Sunday, October 05, 2008
2012 SHIT logo
in China.
What a load of codswallop.
Jimmy Page you old nutter, what were you thinking?
- the whole thing was an embarrassment
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
Do zebras go neigh?
We like to see ourselves as new
But all that is new are
our things
No no we are so
wonderfully old
Just look at insects
They seem to have just stepped from the
primeval soup
All angles
All geometry
And yes it's a valid perception
We know insects are earlier than us
Yet we do not perceive
our own antiquity
Look at the wrinkles on our hand
like elephant hide
The nails
all horny
Oh walking man
dancing gymnast
tumbling free
how you so perfectly express
your antiquity
I am not asking for a
return to stoneage ways
But to know that grass
with its fruit on top
Makes a bedlike meadow
more precious than any
manicured lawn
teaches us something
don't you think?
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breezy breeze
I hide behind
the smiley smile
you won't know
the easy ease
with which I
fill my eye
with the sleazy sleaze
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I like pretzels
the dry crunch
the salty tongue
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
Hypocrites in the US news media defending Sarah Palin exposed by The Daily Show
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Monday, September 01, 2008
memory of the alps
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008
rainy day library
Islington Central Library, Holloway Road from my window with weeds growing in the foreground.
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Monday, August 04, 2008
St Pancras Station Wi Fi censors political websites London UK
Paul Joseph Watson
Prison Planet
Monday, August 4, 2008
While establishment media outlets in the UK spent most of last week reporting on China’s censorship of political websites in anticipation of the Olympic games, they ignored the fact that London’s St. Pancras International, one of the biggest transport hubs in the west, has already implemented stringent filters that block users of their wi-fi service from accessing even mildly political websites.
Traveling through St. Pancras in order to board the Eurostar on my way to Switzerland, I had an extra couple of hours that I thought I would fill by checking in on some of my favorite alternative news websites.
Upon clicking on my favorites menu and selecting prison planet.com, I was quickly met with a white screen and bold black text informing me that the website in question was blocked and could not be accessed.
Was this some kind of a technical error? No, as I was soon to discover that all websites affiliated with Alex Jones are blocked in St. Pancras.
Not only that, but even far milder left-leaning commentary websites like thinkprogress.org were on the same blacklist. In fact, every non-mainstream news website was inaccessible.
By the way, when I visited Communist China last summer, which filters every website through a government blacklist, prison planet.com was not blocked and neither were any other English language alternative news websites.
Internet censorship of alternative news websites is worse in London than it is in Communist China. The hypocrisy was painfully evident as I sat reading newspaper headlines about how evil China is for censoring anti-government material while London’s biggest transport network, which recently underwent a £300 million regeneration, did exactly the same thing with not so much of a peep out of London’s broadsheets or tabloids.
St. Pancras connects to Kings Cross station and the London Underground. Perhaps it was our exposé of the fraud of the official story behind the 2005 London bombings that irked the censors, yet there is little explanation for also blocking a website like thinkprogress.org, which doesn’t even cover UK-related issues.
This is another precursor to Internet 2, where only government-approved websites that have obtained permission by means of an accepted registration application are allowed to be seen by web users.
It’s also a stark reminder about how our media has diverted all attention concerning Internet censorship towards what is happening in China when the exact same control measures are being put in place right here at home.
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Sunday, August 03, 2008
anthrax suspicions
then read this article
Dr. Bruce Ivins, Ms. Jean Duley, and the FBI’s “Court Document”
and this one
NYT Changes Anthrax Story…As I Was Reading It!
this is rotten mackerel and prawns left in a binliner in the sun kind of fishy...
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
inevitable climate change
Ask yourself what politicians represent in human society. The answer is unmitigated growth in the economy as this feeds their innate lust for power. The EU is a small example of politicians coming together to create an entity which is economically bigger that other states to hence increase their relative power to other states in the world.
To do anything meaningful about climate change would mean cutting back on fossil fuel use. Your economy would suffer due to extra costs and not be competitive with others that don't cut back. Even if 90% of the public want politicians to control climate change nothing will be done. The real clients of politicians are companies not the public and companies will never OK anything that restricts their competitiveness or profits compared with foreign companies. As example the EU will not be passing any regulations any time soon which place EU car manufacturers in a poor position in the world.
The reality is there is no body with any power in society that can offer more that a token of control of climate change. The lack of a mechanism means we will burn all the fossil fuel we can lay our hands on as quickly as we can get it out of the ground, price permitting. Even if this means that long term humans have no future nothing will be done. There is no monetary value that can be placed on balance sheets throughout the planet for the death of the human race. i.e. it's irrelevant whether the human race survives or not.
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
Fascist Pigs!!
When 200,000 anti-globalisation protesters converged on the Italian city hosting the G8 summit in 2001, all but a handful came to demonstrate peacefully. Instead, many were beaten to a pulp by seemingly out-of-control riot police. But was there something more sinister at play? And will the victims ever see proper justice? Nick Davies reports
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
Brown's new human rights initiative
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Friday, June 13, 2008
alien baby
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Friday, June 06, 2008
Lupo Pensuite - The Greatest Free Download Ever!!
This download has blown my mind.
It is a collection of standalone portable freeware apps,
lovingly crafted into a nicely arranged nested menu operated package that runs with one click.
Install this on your usb stick and run it on any xp or vista computer.
Great for work where installation is blocked.
Check out the homepage for more details and a download link.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Ask the PM - You Tube Gordon Brown special
channel Youtube to ask him questions. Kind of like Prime Ministers Question Time but for youtubers...
So I've made this response. I can't put it to him as it goes against his rules.
Apologies for the sound - the sound card on this laptop is awful.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Ultimate Old School Class of 85 Hip Hop Collection
This music got me into listening to late night radio
when I was about 14. I listened to Mike Allen on Capital Radio on
Friday nights then I found Dave Pearce on Radio London.
But I still preferred Mike Allen.
Anyway it was listening to these shows that eventually led
to me discovering John Peel show and Andy Kershaw.
The Hip Hop started to make way for a whole world and history of music.
But I still have a soft spot for this sound.
Check it out here.
The Roof Is On Fire - Rock Master Scott And The Dynamic Three
Funkbox 2 - The Masterdon Committee
Rapp Will Never Die - MC Shy-D
King Kut (f. DJ Cheese) - Word Of Mouth
Def Jam - Jazzy Jay
Itchin' For A Scratch - Force M.D.'s
Bite This (Long Version) - Roxanne Shanté
Bite It - UTFO
Brooklyn's In the House - Cutmaster D.C.
Triple Threat (Vocal) - Z-3 MC's
(Nothing Serious) Just Buggin' - Whistle
The Show - Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew
Big Mouth - Whodini
Larry's Dance Theme (Tribute To The Electric Boogiers) - Grandmaster Flash
Beat Of The Street (f. Fresh Gordon) - Choice MC's
Rock The Bells - LL Cool J
P.S.K. What Does It Mean? - Schoolly D
King Of Rock - Run DMC
The Home Of Hip Hop - Grandmixer D. ST.
Marley Marl Scratch (f. MC Shan) - Marley Marl
Just Say Stet - Stetsasonic
Breakdown (12" Version) - T La Rock
Needle To The Groove - Mantronix
Fresh Is The Word - Mantronix
Nightmares - Dana Dane
Bust This Rhyme - MC Chill
If I Ruled The World - Kurtis Blow
The Fat Boys Are Back - Fat Boys
You Ain't Fresh (Morning Dew Mix) - Boogie Boys
Batterram - Toddy Tee
Freshest Rhymes In The World (Vocal) - Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde
Dangerous - LL Cool J
I Can't Live Without My Radio - LL Cool J
Take Your Radio - Steady B
Together Forever (Krush Groove 4) (Live At Hollis Park '84) - Run DMC
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Sunday, May 04, 2008
the eton boys
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
shards - d jaxes eno
magic mountain soundtrack here is
mister world peace 2020 jaxing to the same piece of music.
Don't know what jaxing is? neither did I until five minutes ago.
anyway click on this link to hear d jax to eno.
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Monday, March 17, 2008
comment on bears credit crunch disaster
March 16, 2008 11:42 AM
I love this phrase people keep using - crisis of liquidity. It isn't. It's actually a crisis of SOLVENCY. The banks and brokers are largely insolvent.
Don't take my word for it. Ask anyone who trades in this stuff day to day. Below is what they will tell you.
A liquidity crisis is when you have lots of money but unfortunately, in the short term, it's all tied up and you can't lay your hands on it just now. That's liquidity.
If that was the case the US the banks have had plenty of time to sell their assets and get their hands on the liquid money. Why haven't they? Answer - they can't sell these assets because everyone trading day to day knows they are not worth even a fraction of what the banks say they are worth. Even grade A corporate paper is trading at 60 - 70 points on the dollar. When the journalists say 'the banks won't lend to each other' that's at best a half truth. The whole truth is that none of the banks and brokers will accept as payment any of the 'assets' they all hold. What is this stuff they all have and none of them will accept? Debt backed paper. They stuff they have been creating and trading in for the last decade.
The brokers and banks are suffering 'a liquidity crisis' because no one will buy their assets. And worse, the banks are reluctant to even bring these paper assets to market. Why? Because if they did they would have to 'mark them to market' - ie let the market decide what they were really worth. They CANNOT mark to market. Because the whole deal is that their solvency depends on everyone believing the assets are worth what they claim they are worth.
Why are their assets not worth what they say they are?
Banks and brokers used to trade in money - dollars. For a decade they have been creating and trading in their own unofficial and unregulated paper money.
How can you trade mortgagees like money? Simple - a dollar says 'I promise to pay the bearer...' The 'I' in that case is the Federal Government. A mortgage says 'Joe Bloggs promises to pay the bearer', the value of his mortgage. Difference is Joe Bloggs might default and not pay, leaving you with a worthless bit of paper.
And that is the sub prime crisis. Who is holding all this worthless paper money ? The banks and brokers!
And it gets much, much worse. The banks and brokers took this dodgy money and leveraged or geared it. What does that mean?
Banks and brokers are only required to hold a fraction in 'assets' of the amount they lend out or spend. Which means that they can spend 30 to 40 times the value of the actual assets they have in the vault. And remember these assets aren't even worth the value printed on them.
What does this leveraging mean in ordinary terms?
Imagine the bank's vault-- inside are gleaming bars of gold. Their 'assets'. They say, 'there you are. we're solvent. Look at all those solid gold assets'. But what leveraging means is that over the years the banks and brokers have been adding tin to the gold. They won't bring this 'gold' to market to sell because if they did the buyer would scratch the surface and find the gold is wafer thin and underneath its worthless tin. A thin veneer of assets that really are worth their weight in gold wrapped over a brick of worthless promises to pay mortgages made by people who have no ability to ever pay.
It's a solvency crisis. The banks are sitting on mountains of worthless tin 'assets'. So this is why actions taken by the FED and the BoE have not worked. The FED can lend them as many billions of Fed backed bonds as they want. The point is the banks and brokers don't have any 'assets' in their vaults with which to pay back those loans.
In the end either the banks and brokers have to bring out the worthless 'assets' and dump them - revealing the fact they have no money - they're insolvent. OR the Fed, the BoE and the ECB will agree to buy this worthless s***, bailing them out so they can carry on being rich and we, the tax payers will have footed the entire cost of their greed.
Have a nice day.
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Brian Eno - An Ending (Ascent) - last fm comments
when I reached the highest point climbing in the alps I would smoke a cigarette and
listen to this piece of music - amazing - it became my theme for the journey.
at night before sleep overwhelmed my tired body and as strange mountain hallucinations came , I would listen to this music
Thank you Chataya,it is great !
This is immense!
This song is so good, it was even used as the foundation for a track called 'Hear Me Out' by 'Frou Frou'.
When this song plays at the end of Traffic, it's . . . ethereal. & gorgeous.
Music gets no better than this.
Yeah, nobody knows you...
I think its safe to say that birth, life, love, death, and afterlife are all contained here.
Wow! this is nice like a commercial on LAST-TV
wow! this is nice
sometimes, this is the only song left fit for listening
still makes me shiver every time a listen...... an absolute classic
Absolutely gorgeous.
sound of becoming a spirit
...beautiful...
Could last forever
Wow! Perfect track.
but only because you lose your hearing
A great track, one that gets better as you get older
Maybe not. It feel like you are in the space between vacuum and the infinite.
great track and great video too!
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
flickering eye
link at the top of the page here
to go to my flickr page,
check it out y'all.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
Crap Art
Crap Art is a new art movement. We're still working out our manifesto, but here are a few of our principles:
1. The practice of art should be primarily explorative, and the creation of art should be discovery rather than invention.
2. Popularly held views about what constitutes art, or what constitutes artistic talent, are elitist and discourage other forms of art and artistic talent from being explored or utilized.
3. The creation of art is more important than its consumption. Therefore, aesthetics (except in the biased eye/ear of the creator) are overrated as a judgment of the worth of art.
4. That which is created rapidly and in high quantities contains more variety and is more likely to be successful/innovative. Applying the 80%/20% "rule": If only 20% of the effort is needed to get 80% of the quality, then spending by spending only 20% of the effort, we can create five times as many artifacts at 80% quality!
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dweller: I can totally relate to this concept.
I am a crap artist myself and have been ever since a
wee child. Spontaneous instant creation. Hard and fast.
Thats how we likes it.
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Street Sounds
whistle their bath stains
along by the taxi arcade
crew mouth and the Cabbage Hall
at red light ticking over.
I lie awake as left to right
traffic passes
Drunk boys help me sleep
Heavy goods and bus brakes
Keep me up.
Human expression no matter how
wild is a comfort to me
up here safe on high.
The moving of traffic is like a
threat, a commentary, a judgement.
They stake their noisy claim that this
is a place for movement, not for rest,
not even drunken shouting at the kebab shop.
Not for church bells on wednesday night.
Not for Islington in Bloom.
The relentless filthy draughts that sweep over the
carefully laid hanging baskets of flowers
soon leave them dead and sooted.
No the traffic is telling me I am
in the wrong place. It doesn't want me
to lie in my bed feeling the magical
stillness of the night that all my
ancestors did.
No the traffic has greater rights than
me in this location.
If one of my flatmate's push-up bra
inserts blew out of the window and landed
on a windshield causing a car to
knock down a pedestrian.
Then that would be a gift.
For the police tape would halt those beasts
for a while.
I long for peaceful nights.
They are sacred now to me.
I once took them for granted.
Now a holiday means rest from
noise as well as work.
This can't go on.
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008
the climax (more triplets)
fellow ship of the wholly toast.
Cram merry juice and swallow it down.
The deep black hollow
my anchor and chain
don't feel the pull from above
glass is opaque
major flaws
never never land
gangrene elbow
youngsters old stony
beeblebrox smile
hermit's chancer
gets fed and the dog
lucky devil
my neck up to it in again
dirty turd pipe cleaners
lemon zest rubber gloves
gunk tallow lit
oven ship ahoy
slab murder toad
ghostie laddie
crispy nightie
flithy drinkie
plates and scones
zebra kojak
armpit lane
deirdre's divorce
ken's makeup secret
ginger cat sleeps
bye hallo
forced to by beatles
onion breath in work van
skin diseases
nurse's hand squeezes
tramp's delight
perfume seller
gorgeous frog
I'm one of you too
goodnight matrix
bourne again
mornings of the lord
dew drops
scally slippers
donkey dipper
fudge it up
nag it dead
right old state
you need glassed
hemlock got her in
raised profiles
skibbly dibbly dob
the mouse is chop chop chop
all the way home....
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Ludwig - Hiccups (1977)
It was one of those animations that I imagined was made in some
eastern European country and had an English narrators voice dubbed on to it.
Very sweet, surreal and seventies.
Take a look.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
rollright stones - garish photos
here are some horrendous garish manipulated photos I just
uploaded to my flickr account.
I took them in the autumn of my friends at the Rollright prehistoric stone circle north of Oxford.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
7 random/weird facts about me
Here are the rules for the meme:
1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.
1. I used to be able to move my hands and arms out of my body when I woke up in the morning. I could keep my eyes shut. lift my hands and touch palm to palm finger to finger. It felt fuzzy and electric. When I would open my eyes my arms were flat down on the mattress either side of me.
2. On a recent visit to Switzerland I went hiking on my own in the Alps. On each of the two days I went high up I found what seem to be prehistoric stone axe heads. I came home with them both - still need an expert to examine them.
3. Yesterday I won £100 on the premium bonds and received a package
from Pete Loveday the fantastically talented creator of Russell The Saga of a peaceful man. A brilliant graphic novel about a friendly festival goer who meets lots of strange folk, gets stoned and very paranoid often. I ordered the books from Pete and he wrote me a lovely letter.
4. I was given a Far Side calender pad for christmas last year, you know where you rip off each day and see a new comic strip.
I never got past February 18th and its still sitting and staring at me every night.
5. The other day I went magic mushroom picking with my friend at his secret patch. Before we ventured out in the rainy fields we nipped into a local pub only to find Edwina Curry there. She was a junior minister in the previous conservative UK government who it was revealed in renet years had been having an affair with the boring dull Prime Minister John Major. I tried to slip in a "major" joke but I don't think she heard me.
6. On saturday night I slept in the top bed of a bunkbed in a room occupied by a woman who spent til 4 oor 5 in the morning telling me about her strange mental state which involved the fact that everyone she ever met, spoke to or talked to was just "one" being that new everything about her i.e. God. I was kind of fascinated and concerned at the same time but eventually had to call it a night and climb up to my bunk. I didn't get physical - "scared of nutter latching on to me" syndrome kicked in. Plus my back acne was rocking something awful.
7. I am a single guy who is extremely sweet, humble, friendly and interesting and I'm always looking for great women to meet so hey how about it gorgeous? London Calling.
I promise I won't accuse you of being a nutter on a very public blog and my skin is usually good.
Oksy if you read this far then you have been TAGGED too
and better write some good old random/wierd thinsg too..
and then let me know right here in the comments section so
I can come and read them!!!
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
New Goddamn York!!! (Updated)
blogosphere "what the hell is wrong with NYC!!"
I booked accomodation at some cool cheap place
called Ye Olde Carlton Arms where
all the rooms are painted by artists and it
sounded fun.
I booked WAYYYY in advance.
They said I needed to confirm in November,
so I figured I would receive an email asking me
to confirm. NO NO NO I had to email them on precisely
November the Eleventh no earlier or no later or
they'd give my treasured room to some other asshole.
Which they did without so much as a "sorry for fucking up
your entire trip you limey piece of shit"
So now I have to explain to my friend that we're gonna have to
go cockroach and bedbug hunting elsewhere.
This is my first ever trip to the USA and if I do end up
in a stinking dive then it may well be my last!!!!
I'm going to support a very fine US band called Ween who I worship and I'm going to be giving lots of my fine Emglish pounds to your country. The least I could expect is that when I make a reservation, it stays a reservation.
Does anyone have any ideas as to what my best option here is???
I can't afford too much money but I don't want to have a total
suck experience. I need 30th Nov 1st Dec and 2nd Dec for two people in Manhatten. Please Uncle Sam do something to redeem yourself!!!!
UPDATE:
ok ok
the hotel I reserved with originally have managed to
find me another room. so fair play to them.
I'm still annoyed that I had to go through an evening of panicking.
also I'm pleased to get a tip from someone about short term apartment lets in NYC that I may well use next time I visit the big apple, which of course depends on whether I have a good time this first time. I'll keep you posted.
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine, wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Let them come in.
D. H. Lawrence
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Knee Deep In Mud: Crack is Whack
Here is a twisted blog post from out <<
I found the link to it at the degenerate ween forum where I hang out
and timewaste.
{{{Let me set the stage for you. I am hanging out in my house with my friend, having just walked back from lunch. We went into the kitchen to get some water at about 3:00 pm. As I was talking to my friend, I looked out my kitchen window that faces the alley between Q and Corcoran Streets. I saw two people in the alley, one black and one white, near the back entrance of the house across the alley. I turned to my friend and said, "Are they having sex? I think they are having sex. Oh my God, they are having sex!"}}}
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
Word War (dedicated to Norm Mailer)
My first word war.
Tug – no.
Stretch – Pull the other way.
Clench and grit those teeth.
At war we words this is no play.
I fight you fight we and they.
Curse and pray to weep and stitch the wounded.
Another day the fight goodly is on again.
Word Vs Word and none shall win.
For words in sin do come freely to fight on
either side.
And war is fought like a water fount and the burn of sunlight.
Eternal words at war spring forth.
All strong weak mild and tough.
The pieces are arranged for the chaos.
Logic or God.
The strategy is played out.
I hear and see and touch.
I shout and flee and ache.
You words one and three.
Where the hell do you think you are going?
I have a job for you two.
Muck out the paragraph and prepare the margins.
Its going to be a bloody mess again.
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Saturday, November 03, 2007
burial - interview
Kode9 Interviews Burial
9: What have you been doing since the last album?
Burial: It was a bit weird people hearing the first record because most of those tunes were made without me expecting them ever to be heard. So I've been recovering.
9: How long did it take you to recover?
Burial: About 2 years [laughs]. I've just been trying to get back to why I wanted to make tunes in the first place. The first one got slightly out of where it belonged, and I found it a bit difficult to just block things out and make tunes in a low key way again, and it took time to just get back to doing that, and liking it, and doing it fast, and not trying to be a perfectionist. Just trying to dream up tunes again without worrying what people were going to think.
9: The tracks on the first album had taken about 6 years to make in total.
Burial: Yeah, that was tunes from 2000 hand picked by you out of loads. So doing the second one was never going to be as easy as that, and also I wanted to try and learn some new stuff but I couldn't, so I just gave up and went back to the old ways [laughs]
9: Were you surprised by the reception of the first album.
Burial: Yeah. I think it promised something, but if you listened to it, it didn't really get there. But I think some people liked it because it was just a no fuss bunch of tunes. I want to do low key records so i got uneasy if there was attention. my tunes aren't for everyone but thats the point of it, it's for those people. But I still want people to like it, Im not some ice cold fretless bass playing psychopath.
9: Don't you think, that whatever you felt about it, people liked it because it made a consistent album.
Burial: Why, 'cos it was all moody?
9: Not that it was moody or not, but just that the whole thing had a consistent mood.
Burial: Yeah, it was just a sad, eerie, night time thing. But the new stuff has changed a bit. No it hasn't. Don't listen to me [laughs]
9: What do you think is the main difference between the two albums?
Burial: This one is a bit more buzzin', glowy. It's a bit more uplifting. It doesn't hang around. It's a bit more up. The tunes were made quite fast in the middle of the night and they had to fight for their right to exist. but they came out of nowhere. Its a bit like an unwanted pregnancy, i wasn't always in a good place, but most of the tunes had to be faith restoring somehow to me, but they still take a while to get into.
9: Its still pretty melancholy record. But now I think its downcast euphoria, as opposed to just downcast like on the first one.
Burial: Yeah, the first one was quite a pissed off basic record, downcast. But this one has more little bits of vocals glowing in it, flickering around and burning in the tune, messed with.
9: Why did you end up doing something a bit more 'glowy'?
Burial: It's always been difficult for me to make tunes. i'd just sit or walk waiting for night to fall hoping i'd make something i liked. Or come back in and try to make the club echo in my head from going out. I'd chosen certain vocals because the mood I was in. I wanted more vocals cos they attempt to form songs, its kind of sad but they get to you in the end, i don't want a singer i want something else. Also all i listened to for a year was Black Secret Technology. I still made most of the tunes in the dead of the night, and when you do that you have to let the tune kind of hypnotize you otherwise you'll just fall asleep or play Playstation. The tunes just lulled me, and you need a vocal to do that, and a certain type of sound to echo and circle and sway into a pattern. The moodiness made the tunes, not me. Now when I listen to them, they're ramshackle, DIY and rolling but I know there is a thing trapped in them so that when I look back on them, even if its dry, I know when it was made, I know what was going on that day, its like stapling real life to the side of the tune. I can't get a singer or some session musician to come in and play or sing some dry song, so I've got to get people singing acapellas or just mates singing in their phones and re-cut up what they're saying. Sometimes I run out of a vocal and I have to re-cut up each word and make them sing a whole new verse, and you cant tell what they're saying. But I feel I can make them say certain lyrics.
9: the puppet master ha ha
Burial: I love the sound of 'girl next door' vocals. The way it used to be. Give me that any day over a really talented trained person that can actually sing. There used to be a girl who used to sing in the flat next door but I didn't have the guts to ask her. That would have been kind of awkward to ask.
9: Why don't you do gigs?
Burial: I'm not that kind of person who can step up. I just want to make tunes.
9: Why don't you want to do pictures?
Burial: Same reason. I like the old records, where you didn't know who made them and it didn't matter. You got into the tunes more. I don't want anyone knowing i do tunes.
9: And the drawing on the front of the new album.
Burial: I've been drawing that same one since I was little. Just some moody kid with a cup of tea sitting at the 24 hour stand in the rain in the middle of the night when you are coming back from somewhere.
9: Why didn't you use a sequencer on the album?
Burial: I tried. I did one tune before. . .Unite. With someone showing me how to use it, and it worked out nice, but in the end I wasn't ready and I wanted to do another record without a sequencer again.
9: You like that ramshackle thing, don't you.
Burial: Yeah, I admire people who understand complicated programs or whatever. But I'm not that into tunes that are so sequenced that all you can hear is the perfect grid, e ven on the echoes. With those kind of tunes, sometimes I just hear Tetris music, i always know where i am in the tune so i cant get lost in it, no rough edges in some tunes even when they try hard to sound rough. I want to learn one day how to make tunes properly , but I wanted to do a tribute to my rubbish, dying computer. It starts smoking sometimes and the screen flickers like a strobelight, it mashes your eyes. The tunes are made where they're made, somewhere in my building, the roof or wherever, but not in some airtight studio. Loads of the album was made with the TV on. I wish i could make technical proper music one day but people who want technical music maybe won't like my new tunes but its not for them.
9: What don't you like just now?
Burial: fiending and fakery. Sometimes you get people who don't seem to really enjoy tunes theyre just checking what other people are into and ripping it or slating it . just because..no reason. some people just talk mostly about things they hate like it matters, like they are fighting through a crowd that isn't there. i liked the world before it was so easy for people to find out stuff and get at it. i like it when people are genuine, they like tunes, they want a dance.. i don't get it when people are ploughing in with negative claimage to something. Sometimes you just want music to stay where it is from. I love drum&bass jungle hardcore, garage, dubstep and always will till i die and i don't want the music i love to be a global samplepack music.. I like Underground tunes that are true and mongrel and you see people trying to break that down, alter its nature. Underground music should have its back turned, it needs to be gone, untrackable, unreadable, just a distant light.
9: There are more vocals on this album.
Burial: When I was growing up it was hardcore or jungle tunes and you would catch people singing them while doing the washing up. Like 'Music is the key' 'Thru the vibe' 'inner city life', 'finley's rainbow' guy called gerald, kemet crew. People would be playing them from cars. But deeper tunes too not just big tunes . They tried to put a vibe into the room. They didn't just walk in and stamp on your head. Or they worked hard to take you out of where you were, make you get lost, steal away. They weren't just serving up an element that you could instantly get into. They would put an atmosphere in the room that wasn't there before, or maybe had never been there, not take the atmosphere out the room. Vocals . . .it needs to be glowing, swaying, but I want the tunes to be likeable. Not dark for the sake of it.
9: Why is the album called Untrue?
Burial: When you are not acting like yourself . . .that's an everyday thing for everyone, but it can be a bit sinister . . .It's like the opposite of Unite.
HDBCD002 [Out November 2007]
01 Untitled (0:45)
02 Archangel (3:59)
03 Near Dark (3:53)
04 Ghost Hardware (4:54)
05 Endorphin (2:57)
06 Etched Headplate (6:00)
07 In Mcdonalds (2:09)
08 Untrue (6:16)
09 Shell Of Light (4:41)
10 Dog Shelter (2:58 )
11 Homeless (5:26)
12 UK (1:42)
13 Raver (4:58 )
HDBLP002 [Out November 2007]
A1. Raver
A2. Etched Headplate
B1. Homeless
B2. Shell of Light
C1. Untrue
C2. UK
C3. Endorphin
D1. Archangel
D2. Near Dark
Watch out for "Stairwell"/"Feral Witchchild" on Hyperdub in February 2008.
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Monday, October 29, 2007
Ask, Seek, Knock
"Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks receives;
he who seeks finds;
and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?
Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!"
Matthew 7:7-11
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
burlesque is shit
page and it saved me the trouble of writing this piece myself.
from http://www.myspace.com/_mattcooley_
here is the entertaining and harshly truthful blog entry
"Burlesque is shit"
I wish to rant for a moment if I may... The thing that has rubbed my dick up the wrong way recently is the ancient art of "burlesque".
Now, there was a time when burlesque wasn't quite so offensive to me as it has now become; it was essentially a victorian forgotten cabaret type affair which ulitmately involved some good old fashionned prostitution. However, of late, there seems to be a trend towards any girl who has a tattoo or a piercing donning a corset and parading round on stage in their underwear with no real grasp of what a total tit they are making of themselves... And it needs to ucking stop!
Just like the endless stream of girls who readily got their chuffs out on Suicide Girls (or inferior versions if they were REALLY minging), the justification is that they are somehow "empowering" themselves... They are not. They are just getting their tits out! Now, don't get me wrong, I really couldn't give a shit about the plight of women's equality or whether or not some girl wasnts to show off her baps in public. In fact, I quite encourage it. But don't fucking pass it off as some kind of "power struggle" for feminism.
See, the problem is not so much burlesque itself; more so volume of it currently. And the solution is simple: Quality contol... Let's face it, there are some fucking minging birds doing this, with all the grace of a mahogany cabinet and the looks of a donkey's arse. Recently, my band played in Leeds and there was some kind of burlesque "troup" (yes, that's what they call themselves!) and the standard of the girls taking part was literally abismal. Not only this, but the minutes dragged on like hours as one after one they paraded around in ridiculous costumes whist showcasing obvious and unoriginal routines, all with a Christmas theme. Oh, the genius! People were slitting their wrists, drinking themselves into a coma to escape from this godawful spectacle.
And they all have ridiculous names: Miss Pitty Patty Twatty; Miss Kitty Von Anus; Miss Lee Dong Gook, Dabo, Kezman... Why? I realise I am probably in the minority of people who dislike this whole affair, but think about it: Currently every single girl in Liverpool is a burlesque dancer; if this trend continues, we won't be able to move for them. The projected figures for the next 12 months estimate that there could be anything up to 3billion burlesque dancers in the UK. We can't let this happen - What will become of the other "saucy" arts, such as "normal" pornography, prostitution, bukake drives? We must not let these arts die out.
I like strippers. I like strip clubs. There is a dark, hollow seediness to the whole ritual of going to a strip club while a girl who is completely devoid of emotion rubs her minge on your lap, while your mates cajole you like rabid monkeys. But stripping knows its place... It doesn't try to pass itself off as "art", yet burlesque and posing naked on the internet are no different from stripping, making porn films, prostitution... In fact, they are worse because they don't even show you their baps - Although judging by the (lack of) standard of the majority of girls who take part in this passtime, you'd probably have nightmares!
And so concludes my rant about burlesque. I realise its just a phase and the majority of these girls will look back when they grow up with some embarrassment at this period of their youth. Either way, i'll be avoiding such events as best I can in the future. Give me some filthy porn featuring girls who are dead inside any day of the week! Hurrah!
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
The Loving Insights of a Real Headcase
Jimmy kneaded his palm with the pine bed nob.
He was remembering times as a youngster.
The panic of breathlessness you got after springing
for too long on a bouncy castle. The anxiety would ease
slightly when you rested in a groove catching some air. Warm red
plastic sticking against your cheek. Then another kids feet would
slam down next to your face and you had to move or risk danger.
Jimmy was getting thrills from the sensitive nerves in his palms
combined with memories of the heroic/erotic. A flash of guilt,
selfconciousness and Jimmy remembers that he is living. And when
living you do things, constructive things that involve other
people not just yourself. So Jimmy slips on his green day glo
satin trousers. Adds a plate of tartan weetabix to his bearded
razor floss and he's ready to hit town.
Jimmy always looks at everyone he passes
right in their eyes. And he
smiles too. Unless he forgets. He knew that one day some mean
moody bastard would punch his lights out for staring and grinning
in their direction. That was why it never happened.
I'm gonna ring her bell and smash lemon over her honey spoon.
Jimmy thought this when he smiled and stared at good loooking
women. He knew that one day some gorgeous girl would smile and
they would end up naked together. That was why it never happened.
Smile and the world smiles with you. He knew other magic tricks
aswell. He was Mr Sheen.
Tricks of the wind my friend.
He was a natural old Jimmy was.
Never threw a bad dime.
But when he shone you could look right thru him and he could walk
through you. He was of the air. As if he didnt exist at all.
Part of you knew what he represented but you didn't believe that
you could be a part of it too.
At those times his wholeness was being glimpsed thru part of your
fractured being.
A tantalizing flash of impossible magic.
So Jimmy went on his way with a dancing stride. Feeling leaves
and talking to cats. Seeing litter and architecture as a past
moulding man.
No chaos of choice when he needed food. Jimmy on the ball heads
to the fruit stall.
A bargain of vitality all health freaks should learn,
dont feed the pill fire when there's money to burn.
After snacking Jimmy takes a breather
on a bench and speaks to an old Gent.
"Tell me old timer. What matters prey heavy on your mind
when your life is nearly spent?"
"Life like money should be spent well. When its not about
winning you can score own goals. To tell the truth son, no
matters prey heavy on my mind now that I'm no longer blind."
A wink and a gleam and Jimmy sets off. Over tarmac and stone the
wanderer must roam.
Taken from the old website
"The Loving Insights of a Real Headcase" by me.
This was the sister site to Matt Kings Unbelievable Hype which
you can find here.
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Yahoo fucking sucks and has lost me my flickr account
I'm a member of many yahoo groups.
I have a free flickr account in which I've invested
time uploading photos.
Recently I received an email saying that my
yahoo password had been changed.
Now I have never changed my yahoo ID password.
So I try to change my password.
On the ID they ask you for your DOB and
post code.
Now to be honest, when I signed up to yahoo, it was
early days of the internet and everyone I know
was being cautious of what information they were
giving out, so I may have given a slightly false date of birth.
My post code was probably correct but I've lived in so many
different places that I can't remember all the post codes.
So I can't retrieve the password that SOMEONE ELSE has managed
to change.
So I email yahoo from their webpage and receive an automated email at the email address I registered with them. No password or reactivation link. Next they ask me to email them back with more details so I do that....
Next I get THIS FUCKING EMAIL below.
So obviously I will have to start from scratch in order to get a flickr account.
But I'm afraid of doing that now if invest a lot of effort
uploading photos to flickr only to lose them all again.
I think it is a very negative situation for flickr to be associated with the impossible to retrieve Yahoo ID.
Most other registered accounts I have have a very simple password
recovery system based on the security of your email account.
An email will be sent to your email to recreate your password and bobs your uncle. I know that my email address has not been breached so why can't yahoo simply send me a new password link????
It is unbelievable!!!!!
Hello,
Thank you for contacting Yahoo! Customer Care.
In order to assist you with the account in question, we ask that you
provide the answers to all of the questions below. Yahoo! keeps
detailed records of the information you provided during the registration
of your account.
For security reasons, we require an exact match otherwise we will be
unable to assist you with your account. For this, there are no
exceptions. Please fax or send via regular postal mail the information
listed below. (We apologize for the detailed request, but in order to
provide proper security for our member accounts, these steps are
necessary)
Please send us all of the following:
* Your name
* An email address where we can contact you -- at this time we are only
able to reply via email.
* Copy of a state/government issued photo ID (please copy on the
lightest setting of your copier).
* Yahoo! ID
* Permission for Yahoo! to enter your account
* Birthdate on the account
* The answer to your Security Question. (if applicable) The correct
Secret Answer is required; even with faxed information.
* ZIP code and country
* Your alternate email address
Please fax the information to:
(503) 615 3883
Attn: CC Account Security Team
If you are outside the United States/Canada, you may fax the information
to the number below:
+1 (503) 615 3883
Or mail it to:
Yahoo!
Attn: Customer Care/Account Security
701 First Avenue
Sunnyvale, CA 94089-1019
Thank you again for contacting Yahoo! Customer Care.
Regards,
Ray
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Saturday, July 07, 2007
keep up to date with your europop
these guys have their finger on the pulse of
shitty addictive europop
the way the most addictive pop song of the moment
is "Lucky Twice" by Lucky.
If you hear this it will infect your brain and won't leave.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RxIEWCn6pI
another kindergarten pop hit is called holly dolly it is kind of a new scatman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_CbWXFpcpo&mode=related&search=
I got these from some fantastically bad spanish pop compilation I just
downloaded
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Monday, June 25, 2007
Ween - Friends E.P.
I dreamt of a move
a great move
to another place with much more land
I was driven by car
and woke before I got there
I remember the place and it was beautiful
A friends a friend who knows what being a friend is, talking with a friend.
As friends we were always so close but so far away...
friends in life are special do you want me as your special friend?
Cause you're the friend that I've been searching for.
There was more for me
It would be more open
scary to think that I could be happy
she'd said it was the same road
but up more, alot more
just be patient and we'll get there
I never got there
but the morning brings light
and so, I'll keep on looking.
buy it here
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Thursday, May 17, 2007
me at UFO23 teknoval in France 1995
Here is a pic of yours truly at a free spiral tribe techno festival in France in 1995, it was in the massif centrale area not far from Bourge. I bought that hat in a local village shop.
Anyhow I could write reams and reams about that whole trip,
just getting there from the UK took about 4 days.
You'll have to ask me for further details...
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adam and eve
This is a photo taken in 1996 in either Greenock, Largs or somewhere like that west of Glasgow. In the picture is Anne Marie Copestake and a Thai bloke. We had gone for a day trip to see the sea.
She was my old flatmate and a posh Glasgow artist. I loved that orange mac she's wearing and I adopted it for a while. For some reason or other I felt cool and attractive when walking down Sauchiehall street with that orange mac on.
Anyhow in the shot here they are both eating apples, hence the adam and eve title.
Despite being unemployed half the time, I really felt at home in Glasgow in those days. More than I feel at home in London now...
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google stalking can cause pain
I type in the name of someone I knew years back
to see if I can find out what they're up to.
Today I typed in the name of a girl I knew in the sixth form.
The page I found at the top of the google search is this.
My old schoolmate just stood for the Conservatives as a candidate
for councillor. Who would have thought it, the sweet outdoors loving hiker rock chick would actually want to represent the vile spawn of Thatcher. I mean I wouldn't even want to breathe in the vicinity of the awful New Labour warmongering privatisers let alone the sickening tories.
Anyway, I was shocked, but there you go.
A lot can happen in seventeen years.
Ah well Leanda, I forgive you, lets go walk up the sugarloaf listening to sweetleaf.
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
sunshine
let your love fly like a bird on the wing
its the season
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
you can
I can't I can't no I can't
blessings blessings blessings swing
slow tide and never fail to move and sway
and guide and breakthrough
two dozen in a box
three dozen thrown and crackled
four dozen names checked and confirmed
five dozen famous heroes forgot you existed.
nevermind eh?
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
God Tube
We had Youtube and then Pornotube,
now its GODTUBE.
The hilarity starts here with
Baby Got Bible
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Attention without resistance
J Krishnamurti
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
Brian Aldiss on childhood
"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay."
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
mis profesoras de colegio delibes
Before leaving I searched around for a private language school and
discovered one called Colegio Delibes in a small city called Salamanca, more of a town than a city I would say despite its
magnificent Cathedral and University buildings.
Anyhow, I was lucky enough to have chosen an excellent school
with brilliant teachers. This school had developed their own materials and had a great stucture to the daily lessons that worked very well.
My first grammar teacher was Teresa. She started the day's lessons. Tere was a lovely teacher and she gave us a very firm and strong understanding of the basics.
After a break we had Mariajose with the conversation classes which included more vocabulary learning.
Mariajo you can see on the right of the above photo. She was a really sweet woman and very nice with all the students including the younger Chinese ones who were slow to grasp the alphabet and pronunciations. She was also extremely attractive which helped with my class motivation thats for sure.
At first I thought Gemma was tired and couldn't give a shit in class, but I realised that although that may have been the case she allowed us students do most of the talking. We had come great discussions in her class.
Maite was lovely though I think I used to piss her off a bit. I would always be picking out little grammatical oddities that appeared in the homework as we reviewed it first thing in the morning.
I think Maite sensed that I was alone and needed some good old fashioned Spanish loving. She advised me to go south and find an andalusian woman. I went south but didn't find the woman.
What I did find was a less well run language school populated by lazy students and freaky teachers.
Sometimes I wish I'd stayed at Colegio Delibes for longer as I'm sure I would have carried on learning at a great pace.
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Monday, March 05, 2007
Flogging a dead joke to Newcastle
Tags = Prince Charles - Dodi - Diana - Joke - Photoshop - Sting
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Sunday, March 04, 2007
the blog in my head
I wander around this group of London Parishes and
a myriad of intersecting perspectives and synchronized dancing synapse domino runs sets my just about still fresh mind a-thinking.
Each one of these choice arrangements of thoughts and conclusions
feels like a nicely arranged insight, much more interesting than the average "lifestyle" pieces that are scattered throughout the
middle class Sundays that I make sure I avoid.
Now with the freedom of Blogging I have the option to make my own Copy. Write with my own shit for ink. At last freedom, avast ye Cornish Pasties - The World Is Yours!!
Yet my plan for global brain infection is fatally flawed,
for these thoughts and ideas and interesting wotnots are like vivid dreams - fucking impossible to remember later on. When you get a chance to plot them down digit to digit its always too late.
Sometimes at work I am in front of a screen - yes! - I have a chance to blog it; But it is the nature of my job that I have duties to the public and I can't say hang on a sec I'm just sketching out the beauty of a sacred insight (yes I know I like to big myself up as no-one else will.)
This frustration has led me to not update this blog so often as
I don't always want to start writing with a blank mind before I write (as I'm doing now).
I'd like to have thoughts whether they are fighting firecrackers or slow intersecting musical harmonics leading to an interesting conclusion leading to instant blog.
Currently not possible - sorry fuckers.
Other blogs are more engaging for the noo.
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