Monday, August 11, 2008

scope horror


From my horoscope in today's Times-Picayune: "You cannot always convince city hall of your logic."

And city hall can't convince me of its.

Friday, August 1, 2008

channel Mary Gaitskill

I'm moving, and while sorting through my junk I found a note on a little piece of scratch paper at the bottom of a crate. It says:

"i would place my phone in my crotch so that if he texted me i'd get a little buzz on my genitals."

I can date the note as being from early 2007; I was in love with Mary Gaitskill then.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

machine houses

Taking cognitive control a step further, Mathew Nagel, who is a paralyzed man, has become the first person to benefit from a brain chip that reads his mind and allows him to control objects in the physical world. The pioneering surgery performed at New England Sinai Hospital, Massachusetts, means he can now control everyday objects by thought alone. The brain chip reads his mind and sends the thoughts to a computer to decipher. He can think his TV on and off, change channels, and alter the volume, thanks to the technology and software linked to devices in his home. (BBC 2005)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Miss Connections - m4m

ya know
yak now
yank ow

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Quote





"One will not be able to say of me
that I have made things
easy for myself."
– WB

Friday, April 25, 2008

Hate!

In response to HATERS:


Lady Tambourine is the embodiment of all that is good about music: openness - to improvise, to participate, to react, to collaborate, to embellish the work of others rather than selfishly cherish the limelight for oneself. Anyone who cannot recognize this and would not welcome the participation of Lady Tambourine is not making music, because they are not loving life!

Lady T - If this is your last Jazzfest, it will be my last Fest as well! Your fans love you, never stop "beating the hell out of the tambourine"!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Miscommunicate

Forms of Miscommunication

Today, the cell phones of two people saved in my "phonebook" called my cell phone

by accident. I didn't pick up either time. Later, when I listened to the messages these

phones left me, I could hear, in both, a dense ruffling, possibly a rummaging. In one,

I heard the faint murmurs of two voices going back and forth.