Stop looking behind, you blue screen bozos. Für Immer Yung by Andre Heller on Hit-Radio Ö3 via Astra was nice. Beach Boys (old bearded blokes) are true to their school; aint we all, curse it? Richard Quest likes dog spit. Children have rights too. SF is an addiction. David Fricke, RS #1047, Ethan Miller, Howlin Rain, 1969, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Al Jazeera. Patrick O’Flynn, Daily Express, David Cameron, steel. Change. Me.
16h52-UTC Wednesday 26 March 2008-CE
No number of times that CNN or any other News channel explains the blue screen is, apparently, going to stop the weather presenters from twitching around to look at the blank blue screen. We all know about it by now. It has been explained many times over the decades. There is no need to pretend you are looking behind you to see the blinking map you dopes.
Hit-Radio Ö3 on Astra played Für Immer Yung by Andre Heller and it reminded me of Forever in Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond. The music channel (video, showing play-list on screen) is useful to surf into but it is a pity that the text rotation is routinely out of synch with the record playing. When life was simple and we had few pleasures, things were often working properly. I do not recall their being as messed-up as now.
The Beach Boys number ‘Be True to Your School’ with all the singers old and bearded going on about high school nevertheless does not come over as odd to me, which is odd. My mate from South Africa, 10 years younger than me, said to me, when I was in mid 40s “Do not wear old man’s clothes”. I had on well-worn Levi Stay-Pressed. He wore blue jeans. But he had no beer gut. I am still trying to diet off that legacy of working at Cadburys.
I have tried my very best to like Richard Quest but this week he is letting a damn dog lick his gob. Ultimate yeuk or what?
Children should have whatever they want, provided that what they want at any given moment is the suitable thing for that time and place. Whatever subject or activity interests children is what should be facilitated and enabled for them, provided that it is a positive, healthy study or activity. This way is best calculated to help them fulfil the promise of life, obviously. What part of any of this is too difficult for people to remember and put into effect?
The SF that I like best is that based on a time-travel premise. Since no real thing as we call ‘time’ or ‘space’ exists but, rather, flowing matter the parts of which are distributed in relation to all the other parts, there can be no time travel. I feel no guilt about enjoying time-travel stories because it seems to be harmless. But I wish the characters would not try to convince us it can work. Stories based on so-called ‘witchcraft’ are entirely harmful.
Rolling Stone #1047 had David Fricke telling us about Ethan Miller, of Howlin Rain, and he recently went back to 1969’s Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, a record he “heard a ton as a kid”. He found remarkable “the way these guys made this bold, naked music. It wasn’t hung up on being tough, like, ‘I’ve got the heaviest riff’ but it comes from a deep place.” OK, I understand: not heavy-duty so much as deep-duty. Order RSM today.
I love Al Jazeera quite a lot. Sometimes it is brilliant. At all times, it makes efforts to be balanced as in “…refugees from the current war zone, a war believed by many to be unnecessary and counter-productive…”
Patrick O’Flynn, chief political commentator in Daily Express for Tuesday 25 March, is headlined “Cameron must show he is the man of steel this country needs” and I intend to read the article. I have cut the page out and will settle down to it soon. David Cameron must certainly GET ELECTED. Then he must BE a man of steel. If showing now that he is steely stuff gets him elected, fine. I am going to vote Tory next time unless he looks weak.
Old people who moan about the idea of replacing money and plastic with finger-print recognition technology, linked to a national or international identity database, should mind their own business. If there are young people who hate change, I have no answer to offer except that new stuff concerns future folk, not us. Each brief generation is clocked out sooner than it thinks. Once ways and means are familiar, they are quaint, I mean to say, what?
I repeat myself a lot in this jig-saw-of-an-ego-trip, but it matters not because you do not need to read the lot. If it survives long-enough, people may mistake antiquity for worth, as with some holy-tome given lip-praise but remaining un-read under the bed-leg. My fantasy is that I can contrive a finale worthy of remark. Perhaps people may say something. “Too bad this Cy guy was sick; he is OK, until the truth flashes forth. We can all write that crap.”?
FIN 18h41
