oh shit

Posted on September 23, 2002 by andrewb

The only piece of hard information I ever got from Greil Marcus had to be this. Warren Zevon’s dying.

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I hate libertarians

Posted on September 21, 2002 by andrewb

Because they always end up worshipping lawless power (and also becasue they’re arrogant little pricks). So Declan McCullough’s PR for the Cato Institute is a reliable source of irritaiton. Most recently, he found an economist to argue that Linux was bad for society, provoked in his turn by an editorial in the New York Times.

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journalist sacked update

Posted on September 19, 2002 by andrewb

Perhaps it couldn’t have happened to a better man.

or a nicer paper: cop this for a piece of grotesque moralising:

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oh, Yuck!

Posted on September 17, 2002 by andrewb

The front page of today’s Telegraph is disturbing for many reasons. There is a huge colour photograph of an apocalyptic figure blowing his horn in front of a bonfire: it shows “Andrew Brown, joint master of the Saltergate Hunt.” Well, that’s the last time I go for a drink with Rupert, then. Never know where you’ll end up.

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teach them English

Posted on September 17, 2002 by andrewb

How do you say to a customer, “Sorry, it’s a bug. We don’t know when we’ll get around to fixing it?” Not like EMusic, to whom I had complained that their MP3s don’t have a full v1 tag, and always categorise all music as “Blues”. A week later, I got this back:

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journalist sacked

Posted on September 16, 2002 by andrewb

for fucking? I’ll never complain that there’s no new news again.

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seduction

Posted on September 16, 2002 by andrewb

Listening on headphones last night to Sympathy for the Devil in a state of elevated insomnia, brought on by the consumption of trout and grappa, and a subsequent low-class drunken argument about Nobel prizes with Dr Wilkie. Perhaps it was me, perhaps it was the headphones, but I heard for the first time in god knows how many hundred listenings the extraordinary sexual teasing between Mick Jagger and Mick Taylor as the song builds up.

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the most beautiful trout

Posted on September 15, 2002 by andrewb

in all England must have been the one I caught yesterday at Grapham. Most rainbow trout in this country are like battery chickens with scales. This one was like a sea-trout, perfect, glittering silver with each scale distinct. I should have had more of them, but for a mixture of idleness and squeamishness:

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Commands

Posted on September 15, 2002 by andrewb

missing from the database manuals:
drop table [on foot]
dance on table.
beat head on table
sob into puddle of beer on table

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a new phrase

Posted on September 14, 2002 by andrewb

Who writes the Smallweed column in the Guardian? It reads like Ian Aitken sometimes, sometimes like Paul Routledge. But this week contained one of the most perfect pieces of abuse that I have ever read.

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