(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Sat Feb, 07 2004

"Dio For America"

"I'm a wheel
I'm a wheel
I can roll I can feel
And you can't stop me turning"
This is the funniest thing I've seen this campaign season.

(Linked outta Hit & Run)

Same As It Ever Was

"Without a random clue in the world what the fuck's going on, we must protect our phoney-baloney jobs, ladies & gentlemen!"
(Federal Open Market Committee)

Your Clue For The Day

Read very carefully -- word-for-word -- the first two sentences of this article, and think very hard and as clearly as you can about what they mean.

I don't know about you, but I remember when private savings accounts were not "creat[ed]" by the administrative branch of the federal government, and when it would never have occurred to any American to call them "entitlements", because there was simply no question about private property that required the qualification.

T_h_i_n_k__ h_a_r_d_ about what this means, ladies and gentlemen.

Here is another little test for you:

See if you can manage to hold together a context. Then, consider the last word of the second sentence of that article in that context. Consider:

It is "expensive" that you keep what is yours.

Do you understand?

Eugene Volokh is disqualified from taking this test on the grounds of X-eyed myopia. I'm still holding my breath over Matt Welch

Periodic Endarkenment

"By 'proof' we mean that your explanations must be direct, observable, physical, natural, repeatable, unambiguous and comprehensive. We don't want hearsay, popular opinion, 'expert' testimony, majority vote, personal conviction, organizational rulings, superficial analogies, appeals to 'simplicity,' 'apologies' to Galileo, or any other indirect means of persuasion which do not qualify as scientific proof."
That's Robert Sungenis of Catholic Apologetics International explaining to you how he will not be convinced while offering a thousand dollar reward if you can convince him.

This, ladies & gentlemen, is cynicsm. It's the difference between one whose mind can be won with facts -- and their implications -- of which he is ignorant, and one who prefers his ignorance over facts.

Just so you know: the fact of which Mr. Sungenis is not convinced is heliocentrism. That's right: he doesn't think the earth revolves around the sun.

The BIG Idea

"A certain small income, sufficient for necessities, should be secured for all, whether they work or not, and that a larger income ... should be given to those who are willing to engage in some work which the community recognizes as useful."
That quote is attributed to Bertrand Russell, c. 1918, by a gaggle of commies who think they have the right to dispose of what you own.

It is constantly shocking to me: how that moral principle is so routinely and systematically ignored. You can find all kinds of discussion about whether the thing would actually work, but a serious examination of the morality of straight-up theft -- on which this is premised -- is almost vanishingly rare.

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AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}