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 Chock full of stuff for a Wednesday today. Right now it’s a quarter to ten Tuesday night, and I’ve just finished the third column. They all just wrote themselves this week – so much material strewn about the world. All I had to do was pick it up, sift it, and arrange it in nice little lines. So I have some time to Bleat a bit.
A question: how do you get rid of knives? I have three old knives that couldn’t cut through a month old banana, and they’re from a set we no longer use. You can’t throw them out – they poke through the bag and stab the trashman, and I suspect he’s angry at me already. (Every week! I come up with more trash! It never ends!) You can’t drop them in a dumpster.. You can’t drive down by the creek and throw them out the window. Well, you can, and if you roll your window up fast enough you may not hear a jogger shouting SON OF A BITCH! but I don’t advise it.
No, you get knives, you’re stuck.
For the first time, we not only have a new addition to the site, we have a musical accompaniment. Today’s tune (up for one day only, in case you’re hitting this page in the future, in which case – how’s it going? Everything turn out okay?) is what they used to call Industrial music before that term became applied to the modern version. It’s music for those movies we had to watch in high school, or for promotion films used in non-broadcast venues, or for whatever you wanted, really. This particular tune is a perfect example. Dead perfect. The jaunty Pepsi-generation brass, the breezy strings, the session-pro drumming, and the fact that it keeps moving and never goes anywhere. But it’s a great ride.
I love this stuff. I’ve made my peace with it. I no longer make super-shiny-happy moron smiles and bob my head to indicate how craptacular I think it is; now I just let it wash over me like a stream of warm Metrecal. This was the sound of the majority American culture at the time, more or less. It’s Fortrel. It’s Naugahyde. It’s a girl in go-go boots standing by an Oldsmobile on a revolving dais at the car show, and she really hopes this is her last show because she really wants to be a stewardess and meet pilots.
You too can enjoy this perky drivel in all its stereophonic glory; I’ll provide some links tomorrow.
But first: I have been remiss in ignoring a fabulous charity, the Spirit of America drive. If you want to do something for the people of Iraq, well, here you go.
Explanation here.
I’ve thrown my lot in with the Victory Coalition, one of the groups that’s raising money for the drive. And by “throw my lot” I mean I contributed money. It’s a good cause.
So:
The music is here.
The Knudsen’s Cookbook is here. Enjoy.
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