March 2011
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This is the saddest thing ever
“You be good. See you tomorrow. I love you.”
— the last words spoken by Alex, a parrot used in comparative psychology tests at Brandeis University, to his handler, Dr. Irene Pepperberg, when she put him in his cage for the night. He was found dead the next morning.
I kinda hate parrots but that is some sad stuff right there. The parrot said, “I love you”! Yeesh.
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Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens singing Mr....
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Make a run for the border →
The most unnecessarily detailed news story about a (kind of) shoot-out at a Taco Bell I have ever read.
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Linda, Dolly, Emmylou →
A great piece from Nell Boeschenstein over at This Recording, touching on the women of country music; female friendship; the somewheres we’re all from; etc.
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Dream boy!
Law-yer, not loy-er. No one goes to loy school.
“But you know what you should do? Take a nap. Get a shower. Call Chuck. Go on...”
– Alec Baldwin’s Advice For Charlie Sheen (via mollylambert)
This profile of Guillermo del Toro from The New Yorker is a really terrific read, if you’ve got a bit of time to spare. Starts off as a kind of investigation of the creative process and then ends up just being pages and pages of incredible descriptions of monsters. Really made me want to start reading H.P. Lovecraft; re-read Frankenstein; and check out G. del Toro’s movies, which...
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Classical fax
The tomb of Franz Joseph Haydn contains two skulls. Read on, if you dare!
Gator*’s favorite Rolling Stones song (or,...
I found this gem of an interview while absentmindedly wondering where restroom attendants go to use the restroom. Contains one of my favorite defenses of a man’s profession I’ve ever heard: “I can go to the grocery store and buy my beer but the bartender’s still got a fuckin job.”
I had a very long and frustrating dream last night where I was on the phone with Beloit Food Service trying to figure out if I was still on the meal plan and if I still had swipes. The woman on the other end of the line, presumably checking some kind of computer record, kept giving me all these completely unnecessary facts and figures, like, “Well, I see here that you ate a sandwich and some...
Reading through the Livejournal of a good friend from high school, I remember something that had been buried in my mind for years: in October of 2004, I (along with this friend and another good friend) saw lightning strike a telephone pole, which then exploded everywhere in the most awesome way. The lightning strike is the important part here, not that I’m at work reading other...
Slowdive - “When The Sun Hits”
symbiotaxiplasm:
&*#%)#!!!
Danielson...
Writing huts →
