A rock block of bach

Strictly for interest’s (whose I don’t know) sake, here’s a scale of music styles, and my feelings toward them.

The Passionometer!

LOVE
Rock
Lounge
Techno
Jazz
Classical
Folk
Country
Pop
Hiphop
Rap
Reggae
HATE

Of course there are no absolutes, and of course these classifications can be further divided. For example, Punk Rock – Soft Rock. I like some of both. I love Nomeansno but Janice Joplin rubs me the wrong way. I’m not even sure how Blues and Soul are defined, so I left them off the list. Special notes on jazz: the “experimental” jazz that is all over the board and has no rhythm I’m not fond of, but bouncy jazz, such as that of Glenn Miller, I love. Tom Waits – wherever he falls – equals good.

I find the music industry to be offensive, even though my experience with it is limited, but I more or less know how it works “behind the scenes” and I know that what we are presented with on the radio and tv as “the hits” have less to do with musical talent and more to do with marketing, style, and sex. As such, I have programmed MuchMusic out of the tv/vcr, so that when I’m channel surfing it gets skipped over. The cons outweigh the pros as I find myself offended or at least appalled even by glimpses of most music videos. This usually leaves me feeling a little embarrassed when I’m at another person’s house and Avril Lavigne comes on and everyone seems to know who it is and when I ask “who’s that” I get laughed at and I have to ask again. But it’s all monkeys in the pudding, and I’m fine with that. I don’t mind taking a percuss to the ego occasionally as a tradeoff for living in a world isolated from that brand of crappiness. I figure listening to the radio in Shoppers Drug Mart and other public places is enough exposure for my needs. I’ll just have to rely on my friends to tell me if anything good comes out of any given “scene” while my back is turned to the media that ostensibly introduces music its fans.

putting the fun back in funeral

Stewie has agreed, at my behest, that should he outlive me, he will come to my funeral and make a scene. I believe the details of the scene are completely up to him, but I hope it will involve a lot of running around, and that the soundtrack will be this song: http://www.jefflewis.net/mp3.html

Bad habits….

Things I’ve left at Ursula’s lately:

My apple spice yogurt (fruit on the bottom) from Safeway
My sunglasses
The audio book that I bought via eBay from some lady named Bernice for 99 cents and I didn’ t pay shipping because we arranged to exchange money at Bread Garden at 14th & Granville. No, I didn’t buy anything while I was there.

Bar None

Tonight there was a to-do at a bar that I was invited to. Knitting in the Buff took precedence so I gave it a miss. If there was no Buff tonight, there would have been a reasonably good chance that I would have gone to the event (birthday party for a roommate of a friend), but the x-factor was: it was at a bar. It’s no big secret I don’t like bars. I think most of my closest friends feel the same way. Or at least – my true soul mates. There are so many reasons why bars irk me. I could start an itemized list comparing and contrasting, but it would be protracted and cumbersome. I would never organize an event at a bar if I could help it, but I guess I can understand why some people would – you don’t have to clean up after yourself. But with the smell and the noise and having to share space with mutants and the lack of environmental control and the general non-homey feeling, the cons heavily outweigh any pros. Plus bars are invariably downtown — which I am not a fan of, especially at night. I said I wasn’t going to compose a list so I better quit while I’m ahead. Restaurants are better, but I still prefer invading a person’s home over setting foot in a public venue. Plus a home doesn’t have to close at 2am or whatever, and sleepovers are easy!

Moving on….

Knitting in the Buff tonight was comprised of:
Reboot ep 3 “The Quick and the Fed” Dot gets brain-wiped by a magnet
Buffy ep 9 “Nightmares”. Some kid makes everyone’s nightmares become reality.
Look Around You “Water” and “Sulphur” for Janet’s benefit!
Spaced “episode 3” They go to a performance art show. This ep was a bit of a stinker, actually.
Black Books “The Blackout” episode 4. Bernard gets “blanked” and Manny drinks too much coffee.

GOSH!

Today was a day of much fun. I played tennis with Sheri & Stephane and then I went to my favourite movie theater and met with Yvonne and Janet for Napoleon Dynamite and truly, it lived up to its name. My funny bone was suitably tickled. Toren recommends. Then as we left the theater and were talking about the film we ran into John Crawford so we walked with him into Chinatown where we gave some directions to an old Italian couple and then went across the street to Buddhist Vegetarian Restaurant and Brian joined us for a yummy dinner with a heaping portion of chitchat and book reviews. I poured my tea into my soup bowl and was embarrassed. After that John left and we drove to Ursula’s for some Mario Party 2. There were five of us so Yvonne and I had to tagteam it, and we came in last.

Oh Not Another current events post!

In Sudan, Arab militias have been slaughtering and raping black farmers, then some of the militia members (Janjaweed) were sentenced to have hands and feet amputated.

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger of California called his Democratic opponents “girlie men.” [New York Times]

Mexico’s attorney general was implanted with computer chips that broadcast his location and his identity; security experts said that publicly revealing the existence of the location chip was unwise, since kidnappers could simply remove the chip. [Ananova]

Martha Stewart was sentenced to five months in prison.

A first draft of the dog genome was released. [NIH]
Phew! Lucky for the dog! Think of all that waiting for its genome!

A mule reportedly gave birth in Bhutan.

Public-health experts said that 40 percent of the residents of Los Angeles County get no more than 10 minutes of exercise per week.

Some drug companies were thinking about banning people who respond to placebos from clinical trials. [New Scientist]

Scientists said that they could estimate how many years a woman has left before the onset of menopause by using a technique called transvaginal sonography. [New Scientist]

In Florida, a man was accused of beating his girlfriend with a pet alligator. [Independent]

The Japanese plotted to blow up the Loch Ness Monster but Scottish wizards cast a protective spell on Nessie and the Scots in the area to protect them [Napoleon Dynamite]

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I Excursed, part 3: Rub-a-Dub-Dub, thanks for the grub.

During my vacation into the bush, one sunny day in the early afternoon I was writing outside, around the fire pit. I noticed some kind of weird-looking bug crawling across the pit. Upon closer inspection I saw that it was an ichneumon wasp burdened with its prey – some kind of grub. I should point out for those who don’t know – the ichneumon wasp is a type of wasp (there are 6000+ species of ichneumons) that lays its eggs inside a stinger-paralyzed but living host. The eggs don’t kill the host until the wasp larvae hatch – at which point the wasp babies have their fresh breakfast. The host (usually larvae of moths, butterflies, and suchlike) may even metamorphosize before the eggs hatch. With that out of the way, I was watching this wasp carrying arount some grub. The grup was as big as the wasp – bigger even, so the wasp couldn’t fly with it. Somewhere across the middle of the pit the wasp dropped the larva and started flying around it. I thought what an unfortunate place to decide to lay your eggs – they won’t survive the next fire. But soon I realized that the wasp was confused and was flying around and around, searching for its payload, and as it flew the tiny draft from the beating of its wings kicked up the ashes and created little miniature dust storms – no doubt disoriented the wasp further still. I almost wanted the help the little bastard but then I thought ew, parasitic wasp! Nevertheless I started looking for the grub which had fallen behind a chunk of charcoal. I poked around with a stick and realized that the embers were still warm from the fire the night before. This may have been why the wasp dropped the larva – its tiny shoeless footies got too hot. I decided to see if I had enough wilderness survival savvy to start a blaze from the ashes in the pit, without the aid of matches, etc. I put some dry leaves under some chunks of coal and blew on it. It took a few moments but eventually I got the fire started again! That was fun, but I put it out after it burned for a couple of minutes because it was already hot out and for all I knew there may have been a fire ban. I never did find that grub though, and the wasp flew off, presumably to find another hapless victim.

Fish! Plankton! Sea greens and protein from the sea!

Tonight at Anghold’s we (Yvonne, Ursula, John Crawford, and…Greg?) watched Tron and Logan’s Run. Many among the group had not seen either. There was a goodly amount of MST3King, mostly about the homoerotic nature of some of the Tron scenes. It had been a long time since I had seen Logan’s Run – it get’s really slow in the last third of the film. It becomes Logan’s Stroll.