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.

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.

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)

Miss Connections - m4m

ya know
yak now
yank ow

Quote

"One will not be able to say of me

that I have made things
easy for myself."
– WB

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"!

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.

Eat Popeyes

In memoriam, c/o those speakers of Yat, those salts of the earth.

"There is going to be a piece of Big Al everywhere we go forever. One of his restaurants' on every corner, his museum on the service road of causeway, his Christmas light display, and of course one of his boats riding down vets every Mardi Gras Day. This mans spirit will never die. I had the pleasure of working with this man on a daily basis and at times, it was tough. But it is something I will always remember, the good and the bad. His unusual taste in decor and his wild personality is what kept that man young at heart!! For all these wonderful people writing these ruthless post, you know that if you were out and you saw Big Al walk in somewhere your head turned, whether you had a good experience with him or not. He came from the bottom and worked his way to the top. He did something every human being wishes they could do, and he lived the life we all dream about. It is pathetic how some of you can sit here and bash him for the way he lived. Some of you seem very bitter and very jealous. For all the others posting comments from the heart, keep 'em comin!"

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"Thanks for everything, Al. It's because of you - we all realized you could be the Hollywood hotshot right here at home. You built it all yourself and took it to the top. As someone said earlier, you were a player.

Our bond was created when I was a child, sitting in WWL's studio eating your delicious chicken during a taping of Popeye & Pals. I remember being a kid going to Lakeside and I'd see some really hot car with a vanity plate - of course it was Al Copeland. Later in life, I was working at the movie theater there at Lakeside when this hot blonde with huge boobs comes up to the box office. She was like a barbie doll - of course she was 'a' Mrs. Copeland. You rocked hard, dude. From your big money boats and cars and houses and chicks and steakhouse dinners and hot restaurants and being rich and not leaving New Orleans and for driving Ferrari's over the potholed streets and for rockin' a pompadour well into the 2000's - you might very well be my famous fried hero. Rest in a 2 Piece Mr. Copeland. You're a frickin' legend."

R.I.P., Al. I was disheartened to hear that your funeral service did not follow your wishes. I, too, believe your body should've been shot out of a canon into Lake Pontchartrain as Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" blared.

What It Is To Reveal Oneself In Performance

If I holler, let me go.
If I falter, let me know.

Why? Why do you need an audience?

I don't want to swim the ocean.
I don't want to fight the tide.
I don't want to swim forever.
When it's cold, I'd like to die.

DEAD MEN DON'T RAPE

Dead Men Don't

Wear Plaid.
Die.
Leave Tips.
Flush.
Rape.
Wear Pocket Protectors.
Cash Checks.
Pull Triggers.
Talk.
Smoke Marijuana.
Tell Tales.
Have Cedulas.
Dream.
Dance.
Testify.
Walk.
Lie.
Buy Gas.
Throw Rice.
Do Aerobics.
Party.
Tell Good Tales.
Tour.
Vote.
Check Out Library Books.
Get The Munchies.
Bleed.
Cry.
Eat Lunch.
Tell No Tales.
Sweat.
Draw Weapons.
Make Housecalls.
Ski.
Sing.
Itch.
Pay.
Bite.
Wear Platform Shoes.
Laugh.
Make Phone Calls.
Need Dress Rehearsals.
Wear Rubbers.
Shut Up.
Deconstruct.
Jog.
Marry.
Wear White After Labor Day.