Wednesday, November 29, 2006

TORTSOV 3

Heike Sperling's blog.

AGE OF AQUARIUS 5

You see Jesus Camp sincerely expecting another bellyful of laughs at the expense of yet more nutters for 'Jesus'. Big mistake. It's not funny at all, it's just deeply fucking depressing.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

ATTAINMENT

I'd like to invite you to explore a connection with me for a small moment. How could I describe to you the sensation of attainment accomplished?

Let’s try something: when you take a second to stop and think of that really special moment, this time, as you recall the captivating pleasure of the instant just before, the tidal wave of feeling that washes over you, below you, through you, that makes you feel at one, do you know what wouldn't happen if you didn't? Or is it that you feel that you want that to continue forever?

Friday, November 24, 2006

Monday, November 20, 2006

WALL STREET

On witnessing an infuriatingly, alluringly, buff Daniel Craig in Casino Royale emerging from the shimmering Caribbean waters, my ears later pricked up on hearing this barbed open-ended reference to 9/11.

CATS VERSUS WOLVES

Can cats be friends with wolves?

CATS VERSUS FLEAS

A bit of an odd one, and a bit of a minor treasure. Recently, on a total whim, I saw the intriguing cult documentary Grey Gardens which has been released by Criterion (possibly the best DVD publisher there is) - and now discovered there's even a website.

Friday, November 17, 2006

OSLO

A big thank you to all the guys in Oslo for their great hospitality and impeccable organising of the recent show we did. Was really a total pleasure. As was being at the charming and eccentric Charlemagne Palestine's piano concert the night after.

Monday, November 13, 2006

PROPAGATION

These days I know it's hard enough to find a woman who can move one beyond lust, and to find two joined at the hip that can barely move me beyond pity is sadder still.

When you take the risibly small coin from your humourless taskmasters, I accept you're both only obeying orders, yet you could at least still do so with a modicum of grace - I mean, if you don't like something, just don't go, just ignore it, just move on. You end up coming across as really fucking shallow and, yes, pathetic when your sole means of critical expression is reference to age and testosterone levels. Sort of revealing that you say nothing of this about harmless old Pierre Henry, don't you think? Next you'll both be complaining that my 8-inch dick isn't big enough for you. Ooh, such bitches. And to think I get accused of misogyny... baby, I've clearly got a lot to learn.

Oh, and 'council tax'? Now what the fuck are you talking about?? Either your shaky receptive English language skills need to be quickly upgraded for that wannabe career in low-level music journalism you harbour, or else you need an urgent irony oestrogen transplant, because what you're doing just ain't working.

I shamelessly reiterate my earlier point:
I don't care who the fuck you are, because you'll never get it. Everyone knows how full your magazine is of petty conservative white male middle-class narrowmindedness and straightlaced attitudes, what perhaps isn't immediately apparent to most is how much of that is just dressed-up stupid lazy ignorance.

Sincerely, William.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

COOKIE JAR

Watch this amusing case of the Bush regime with their hands caught in the cookie jar.

ISIS

This image must be one of the most stunning and beautiful I've ever seen in my whole life - a solar eclipse of Saturn as pictured by Cassini. The small insignificant dot at 10 o'clock is our own humble planet, Earth.

Monday, November 06, 2006

UNBURIED ALIVE 2

Just came across this excellent article published today that echoes my thoughts on the previous topic rather propitiously.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

UNBURIED ALIVE

This afternoon the Blair Broadcasting Corporation quietly sneaked out this bit of news - WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE! Look at that idiot in the photograph, what the hell does he think he's going to with his big stupid toy?? Strafe the check-in queues? Remind yourself of all this every time you have to take your shoes off at UK airport 'security', every time they pat you down for illegal toothpaste, every time they triumphantly take a can of Fanta and a chocolate bar from a small child, every time they open their fucking mouths and use the word 'terrorism'. My theory is that with each day that passes Britain is one step closer to being North Korea - except Kim's nowhere near as bellicose and the UK female soldiers' uniforms aren't as sexy. To put it mildly.