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

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...am here to tap through the walls.


Sat Nov, 10 2007

How She Rolls

Barely one month after accusing a man asking a question at a campaign event of being a plant, Rodham plants a question at her campaign event.

Understanding her ideology, the only thing left here is to marvel at her brazen audacity. And that should be a very serious point to ponder.

Later --

Right; I've finally gotten through my whole round of blogs today, and I have not seen another single person make this point. Not one.

In my Recommended Books post, I wrote of Guenter Reiman's 1939 book, "The Vampire Economy -- Doing Business Under Fascism": "...your average American these days is a walking, talking rutabaga, with no remotely discernable grasp of the simplest facts more than about thirty days aft of his own ass." I have no trouble in the world claiming this episode as evidence in the indictment.

This woman is this country's foremost beneficiary of The Memory Hole, and when you goddamned idiots elect her, I'm not going to feel sorry for a single one of you. You're going to deserve her.

Nov 10, 07 | 12:16 pm

Norman Mailer

The best of him that I ever saw was in the great documentary film "When We Were Kings", which accounts the 1974 "Rumble In The Jungle" between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman at Kinshasa, Zaire. His descriptions of Foreman and Ali are classic renderings of what "The Sweet Science" is all about and worth the price of admission all alone.

Over the years, I'd read him in various articles here and there, but never one of his books. I know the guy was a screaming lefty, but it might be time to read him more attentively.

Nov 10, 07 | 11:41 am

"The Free Market Had Nothing To Do With It"

Radley Balko; pissing left into the wind.

It always has to be said, though, even if they won't hear it.

Nov 10, 07 | 10:43 am
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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}