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

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Sat Dec, 22 2007

Grinding Exceeding Fine

Even after a week, now, the thing at H&R takes a notable turn, now and then. Excerpt:

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"There are young people out there who support him because they understand real social and economic freedom."
That makes no sense whatever to me in the context of electoral politics.

If they understood that, then they would understand the sublime foolishness of continually submitting matters directly affecting their rights to a vote.

God bless 'em: I do believe their hearts are in the right place, but Ron Paul is never going to work. Listen to me, man: when John Hospers cranked up the first Libertarian Party bid, Frank Chodorov pointed out to them that their problem was that they wanted to "clean up the whorehouse but keep the business". Now, a real libertarian might not stipulate to the metaphor, because of ethical considerations and the exact nature of a whorehouse's business, but it nonetheless points up the basic contradiction of acquiring political power in order to destroy it.

Here's a serious and very complex question set to very simple terms: if Ron Paul is elected, what exactly is going to keep congress -- not to mention the whole administrative commissariat -- from spending four straight years laughing right in his face?

The whole thing that we're looking at is a lot bigger than any president. And here's something else: the cultural trauma that we're going to have to go through, at this point, in order to make our way back through the whole bureaubotic crusture will not endear any of it to your average dolt in the street. They'd take about one round of it -- maybe -- before they're on their knees and begging for the whip. The reversal of decades on end of economic distortion alone would half kill 'em.

All that -- and a lot more -- is how serious things are now.

(An aside: I fully realize that there will never be anything popular about what I'm saying. That doesn't matter to the facts and their implications.)

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}