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

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Fri Sep, 26 2008

Upside-Down, Inside-Out

Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez bought a home as an investment.

Go read her whole story.

There was once a time in this country when a person like that would not have been able to hold her head up on a public street. Now, she can claim righteous indignation as if she were entitled to it.

A snapshot of culture, ladies and gentlemen.

Somnambulents On Parade

"A friend on Capitol Hill in a very dark mood thinks so. Last time, House Republicans got blamed for shutting down the government, this time they'll get blamed for shutting down the financial system. He also worries—did I mention he's in a dark mood?—that if nothing passes and the crash comes, the country may arrive at a turning point, moving irrevocably in the direction of a social democracy."
Rich Lowry doesn't get it.

The fact of this discussion means that it already is.

Nerve Shards

I said so: "She's not that smart."

Kathleen Parker gives up on Sarah Palin.

"My cringe reflex is exhausted."
I didn't watch the Couric interview, for the reason stated by a commentor I saw somewhere lately: "That's like dueling banjos of stupidity." I have seen bits here & there online, which only confirm that there is nothing extraordinary about this person: she cannot integrate concepts from principles. This is known as "thinking", and people who are practiced at it make improvisational speakers of a sort that we just do not see anymore today. Certainly, they are able to attend live discussion without coming off like a bad Charley McCarthy routine.

Doing My Part

The Shitpile market is seeing vigorous action with over seven hundred billion dollars in assets now listed, and I must say that I have sometimes been disappointed at the cynicism of some of MyFellowAmericans. I see them nakedly and shamelessly using this as an opportunity to palm-off all kinds of rubbish amidst earnest offers of good value for taxpayers' money.

You may rest assured, dear reader, that I only have my country's best interests in mind.

Later -- uh-oh; an effort to hog up all the action. At such an attractive price, this must be seen as a test offering. If it succeeds, it could tip the whole Shitpile market on its ear.

The Damned Truth

"I don't use the phone much because, generally, there is somebody on the other end."
(Rush Limbaugh, just now)

A Master Of Non-Essentials

"Well, the people on the Titanic who stayed calm probably did better in the end, anyway."
(Reynolds)

That very much depends on who is calling what "better" for whom.

"We've dressed up in our best and are prepared to go down like gentlemen." -- Benjamin Guggenheim very calmly went down with the ship.

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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}