The happy helpful people.
The hundred degree weather.
<end sarcasm>
Made it to Sacramento.
From the iPhone.
Made it to Sacramento.
From the iPhone.
I watched Gasland on HBO last night. You need to find this documentary and watch it if any of the following are true for you:
My wife swears she saw a flying slug the other day.
Think Robots? I Think Not!
Symptoms are inconspicuousBought Devo's new LP. It is pretty damn good. Peppy and fun. Not burnt
out like their last couple of efforts in the 90's. Something For
Everybody. Go get it if you liked the Spud Boys in the old days. Music
has finally caught up with them ( or devolved to their level If you
believe in intelligent decline).
Jay from the iPhone.
The most baffling thing
Just in case you have managed to miss the moving target that is Estimates of Oil GUSHING from the BP deep-sea well in the Gulf of Mexico. Here is a handy little chart, showing (not the increase in actual oil gushing into the gulf) the increase in the "estimates" of oil gushing into the gulf. First we only had what BP wanted to tell us (the low numbers). Then when they started showing us video, the numbers went up. Now they are capturing more than they originally said were gushing, so we know the early numbers were crap. And now experts that do not work for BP have finally been given the HD video that BP has been looking at since the beginning of this catastrophe, and low and behold the estimates are now much, much, much larger.
The band, Blue-Jay, turns in another album of ethereal pop music with its third full-length release, Howler. Spy novel inspired funk-punk meets orchestral reggae teetering at times on the edge of mawkishness, only to be saved by an elemental honesty that acts as proof that hardcore intensity and indie catchiness are actually complimentary. For fans of reality TV, Navaho blankets, internal combustion engines, lazy Sunday afternoons, rusty bicycle frames found in the basements of antebellum manor houses, and tightly tuned pop hooks sharp enough to pierce Kevlar. Howler zooms in directions not even the band’s long time fans will expect. Cheap, lowbrow and dirty in an exalted and spiritually uplifting way; nothing can compare—when all is said and done, and the turntable stops spinning—with Howler. Critics say the band has crashed on the reef of Sell-Outville; I say they are just reaching escape velocity. And this critic is ready to take that ride.
LA LA LA
Well, Aquaman seems to have failed to stop the BP Oil Gusher.
Dr Strange has closed worse fissures than the Gulf Gusher.
A prominent Houston attorney with a long record of winning settlements from oil companies says he has new evidence suggesting that the Deepwater Horizon's top managers knew of problems with the rig before it exploded last month, causing the worst oil spill in US history. Tony Buzbee, a lawyer representing 15 rig workers and dozens of shrimpers, seafood restaurants, and dock workers, says he has obtained a three-page signed statement from a crew member on the boat that rescued the burning rig's workers. The sailor, who Buzbee refuses to name for fear of costing him his job, was on the ship's bridge when Deepwater Horizon installation manager Jimmy Harrell, a top employee of rig owner Transocean, was speaking with someone in Houston via satellite phone. Buzbee told Mother Jones that, according to this witness account, Harrell was screaming, "Are you fucking happy? Are you fucking happy? The rig's on fire! I told you this was gonna happen."
Apparently, the ship sucking up leaking oil from the BP Gusher is named the Discoverer Enterprise. They are sucking up oil and gas and burning off the methane gas from a large pipe stuck off the edge of the ship.From the iPhone.
Anglo-Iranian Oil Company, becomes...