Archive for August, 2009
Irregular Linkdump, #22
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009In no particular order:
- Mig’s Metamorphosism was one of the first blogs I started reading regularly. It’s because he can write. For a taste, treat yourself to his travelogue of an Apline hike and follow it up with his experiences of nymphomania (safe for work, I assure you). I get the feeling the two posts are related.
- Les Paul died the other week.
- An interesting list of the 100 greatest sci-fi movies.
- If you know computers, or programmers, you might enjoy Stack Overflow’s best programmer jokes.
- KickStarter is an interesting micro-funding idea, especially if it ever reaches these shores.
- I thought about writing about the current debate over the freeing of the man convicted of the Lockerbie bombing. But it turns out that William Crawley said most of what I wanted to say, and an Independent editorial said most of the rest. I find I’m with @jearle.
(It’s not terribly relevant to the discussion, but I find it interesting that I typed “the man convicted of the Lockerbie bombing” rather than “the Lockerbie bomber”. Analyse away.)
Beady.
Monday, August 24th, 2009Neigh.
Monday, August 17th, 2009Donkey.
Monday, August 10th, 2009Or even better.
Friday, August 7th, 2009Now it’s 12:34:56 on 07/08/09.
Simple pleasures…
Moment.
Friday, August 7th, 2009Just now, on 07/08/09, it’s 10:11:12.
That is all.
Tuesday Tunes: Resplendent
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009If you try and pick a standout track from the Bill Mallonee/Vigilantes of Love canon, you’re spoiled for choice. Country-ish rock with a conscience and a heart of protest, there’s a lot of powerful song. “Resplendent” is probably my favourite of the lot. I won’t bother trying to offer commentary; have a listen and I’ll let the song do its own talking.
Bill Mallonee, though. There’s a man who can write. He can perform, too. My introduction to him, and VoL, was at an acoustic gig in a church hall in Edinburgh. It was smallish room, with plastic stacking bucket chairs around folding tables, cabaret style. The venue tended to attract a slightly older than average gig-going crowd, and they seemed to know him well. I’ll say this: he tore the place up.
Ages ago, Jonny linked this article on where Bill Mallonee has ended up. There’s something slightly sad, and humbling, about it.




