dollars and $ense

A sex-blogger friend ‘o mine needs to get some advertising revenue coming in from her blog; I of course know very little about getting ads set up on a blog, particularly when it’s a blog of the adult variety. Anyone out there know much about this? I have no idea where to get started, between […]

A sex-blogger friend ‘o mine needs to get some advertising revenue coming in from her blog; I of course know very little about getting ads set up on a blog, particularly when it’s a blog of the adult variety.

Anyone out there know much about this? I have no idea where to get started, between the mainstream ad sources (Adsense, the built-in ad system on typepad, etc) and adult ad providers.

I need words of wisdom on where to start with it. Actually getting the ads working is cake, but I dunno where to start with rounding up advertising for a blog with adult content.

Hurts like Teen Spirit

This gives me fuckin’ chills. Hurts like Teen Spirit A brilliant, absolutely brilliant mash of Johnny Cash vs Nirvana vs Blue Oyster Cult vs New Order by DJ Dangerous Orange; you can get the track here. That Johhny Cash song seeps into my skull anyway and I walk around knowing exactly what he’s talkin’ about. […]

This gives me fuckin’ chills.

Hurts like Teen Spirit

A brilliant, absolutely brilliant mash of Johnny Cash vs Nirvana vs Blue Oyster Cult vs New Order by DJ Dangerous Orange; you can get the track here.

That Johhny Cash song seeps into my skull anyway and I walk around knowing exactly what he’s talkin’ about. The fact that this mashup maintains that feeling impresses the hell out of me.

Props to my man Art at Mashuptown – I’ve been neglecting his site and have found a treasure trove of tracks I’ve not heard. As usual he’s got nuthin’ but the finest mash. Give ‘im a Hell Yeah for me.

Gothy skull goodness

Chelsea Girl, who’s still in the midst of her Seaside rendezvous (so adorable), managed to pull herself away from the sand and sun long enough to point me to a couple of pieces of jewelry I love, from Barbara Klar of clearmetals.com. She has this awesome pieces she calls ‘Victorian Skull Lockets’ – and given […]

Chelsea Girl, who’s still in the midst of her Seaside rendezvous (so adorable), managed to pull herself away from the sand and sun long enough to point me to a couple of pieces of jewelry I love, from Barbara Klar of clearmetals.com.

She has this awesome pieces she calls ‘Victorian Skull Lockets’ – and given my fetish for padlocks and other things that lock, I think these things rule – though these are lockets, not actual locks (I’d dig seeing a working padlock version, though!) I’d love to have a look at one of these first-hand, though alas, she’s over on the other coast.

Victskullssilver

She doesn’t list prices, though she’s she’s happy to quote if you contact her and I’ll post ’em here if she gives me an ok on that.

Awesome pieces, I tell ‘ya. She has a few skull rings, though they’re a bit girly for my taste, and a lot of other lovely pieces, so her site’s worth a look-over.

Our job is to think critically and rationally

God, this is what we all need to be saying every time someone says ‘terrorist’ and ‘terrorism’. It makes me want to fucking scream; They win when we panic. The fucking win when we panic. Here’s a snippet from a great piece on Bruce Schneier – go read the whole thing, it’s worth it, but […]

God, this is what we all need to be saying every time someone says ‘terrorist’ and ‘terrorism’. It makes me want to fucking scream; They win when we panic. The fucking win when we panic.

Here’s a snippet from a great piece on Bruce Schneier – go read the whole thing, it’s worth it, but here’s his key point.

Another thought experiment: Imagine for a moment that the British government arrested the 23 suspects without fanfare. Imagine that the TSA and its European counterparts didn’t engage in pointless airline-security measures like banning liquids. And imagine that the press didn’t write about it endlessly, and that the politicians didn’t use the event to remind us all how scared we should be. If we’d reacted that way, then the terrorists would have truly failed.

It’s time we calm down and fight terror with antiterror. This does not mean that we simply roll over and accept terrorism. There are things our government can and should do to fight terrorism, most of them involving intelligence and investigation — and not focusing on specific plots.

But our job is to remain steadfast in the face of terror, to refuse to be terrorized. Our job is to not panic every time two Muslims stand together checking their watches. There are approximately 1 billion Muslims in the world, a large percentage of them not Arab, and about 320 million Arabs in the Middle East, the overwhelming majority of them not terrorists. Our job is to think critically and rationally, and to ignore the cacophony of other interests trying to use terrorism to advance political careers or increase a television show’s viewership.

It’s this line that most speaks to me; “Our job is to think critically and rationally“. And this isn’t just something that is true in this context; this is something we all need to learn how to do, all the fucking time.

As usual, props to Cory at BoingBoing for pointing this out.

It’s the shrinkage

I started with a new therapist this week. I don’t know why I’m saying that, other than that it’s true, and that it’s the sort of thing I tend not to ever say in a public forum. for some reason it seems like a good idea, though, to simply say it. It’s not the first […]

I started with a new therapist this week.

I don’t know why I’m saying that, other than that it’s true, and that it’s the sort of thing I tend not to ever say in a public forum. for some reason it seems like a good idea, though, to simply say it.

It’s not the first time I’ve done this; I’ve tried a couple times, with varying degrees of success. So far, I guess, so good, I didn’t feel any immediate desire to take this latest head-shrinker out with an angel/24 style head-twist-neck-snap move, which is what happened the first try. Well, ok, I didn’t actually do that, but I sure thought happy thoughts about it. The second try, last year, was a bit better, though I think these things have a shelf-life and I stopped when the cons began to out-weight the pros.

But you know, sometimes the loose bolts in one’s head need to get screwed back on and tightened down.

I feel incredibly exposed talking about this. And odds are I’ll take this entry down in only minutes. But it just seems kind of important.

Tattoo Action Items from the Boss Man

My boss, Jeff – well, my boss’s boss’s boss now, but nevermind – my boss just walked up to me and gave me an action item. “Get a backpiece,” he said. The backpiece. I tried to find this on wikipedia and couldn’t (I should go add a page for it). Best I could do was […]

My boss, Jeff – well, my boss’s boss’s boss now, but nevermind – my boss just walked up to me and gave me an action item.

“Get a backpiece,” he said.

The backpiece. I tried to find this on wikipedia and couldn’t (I should go add a page for it). Best I could do was a page at BMEZine. They state it simply enough as ‘a large format tattoo substantially covering the area of the back from the nape of the neck to the buttocks, typically of a unified design theme or concept.’

That’s not the whole story though. Because for those of us who are largely covered, or plan or hope to be largely covered, the back is the showpiece, the feature. It’s The Tattoo.

The body is a strange canvas. It’s curved and elastic, it ages, it changes. It moves. This makes it a difficult surface upon which to paint a masterpiece. It’s both what makes tattooing so alive, so beautiful, and what makes the tattooists’ job interesting and difficult.

How often – monthly, weekly, daily – are they confronted with a request for a tattoo that simply won’t work in the chosen spot? Tattoos that are too big, or are the wrong shape; things that will break up or distort due to the skin’s motion. Things that don’t line up with the bone structure or muscles. How often does a customer come in with a design for a band that may work on a football player’s heavily muscled arms but which won’t fit on a bony bicep; which may work on a giant Samoan calf but won’t fit on a slender runner’s tapered leg.

The body isn’t symmetrical; arms and legs are not cylindrical.

Thus the tattooed, and the tattooist, try to fit what is desired, envisioned, requested, onto a space that isn’t the same as the artist’s canvas, the computer screen, the sketch-pad. We must wrap the last supper so that Bartholomew is next to Simon; we must turn the Aztec calendar from a disk to a curve, like a swordsman’s shield. And as artists, tattooists must also be 3-D modelers, turning a flat-rendered design into something that wraps and winds and lives in three dimensions.

But there’s one place that isn’t so much like this.

The back.

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Tremulous Antenna

I just picked up another of those wonderful BBC live recordings. Though if you’re not a Be-Bop Deluxe fan, this won’t be that interesting. I’m a huge Fan – Be Bop Deluxe is just about my favorite band of all time; I think Bill Nelson’s a brilliant writer, a brilliant lyricist, and of course, a […]

I just picked up another of those wonderful BBC live recordings. Though if you’re not a Be-Bop Deluxe fan, this won’t be that interesting.

I’m a huge Fan – Be Bop Deluxe is just about my favorite band of all time; I think Bill Nelson’s a brilliant writer, a brilliant lyricist, and of course, a true guitar hero.

Of all the bands out there I wish I’d had a chance to see, they’re at the top of the stack, behind only possibly XTC. So these live recordings are like unwrapping forgotten xmas gifts.

Thus i give you Tremulous Antenna, a live recording from (I think) 1976.

It’s a stripped down version of BBD, without the heavy layer of production they often had in the studio; and unlike their classic Live in the Air Age, it covers most of BBD’s lifespan, with songs like Third Floor Heaven from Axe Victim, all the way up to Superenigmatix from Drastic Plastic.

It’s got some of Bill’s best guitar playing from the era, from when Bill was still willing to play guitar hero; it’s got a band where you can actually hear Charlie Tumahai’s bass playing, and better yet, his backing vocals, which never seemed to make it onto the studio albums.

There are some down sides; it’s a BBC studio recording so sometimes it’s sonically imperfect, and worse, Andrew Clark’s keyboards sound incredibly dated, a tweaky synth sound that was fresh and cool in ’76 but which sounds a bit like a toy keyboard today. Yet one has to remember the era and the limited options available to a keyboard guy who didn’t want to travel with a truckload of gear ala Rick Wakeman.

I’m a completist type, though, so for me this is a must-have (And yes, I know this is a re-release of a slightly older disc called ‘Radioland‘; this is re-mastered, sounds vastly better and has MUCH cooler packaging, so it’s the one to buy.)

And because I love you all, samples are here.

Oh my sweet Veronica

Veronica Mars season two is getting released on DVD monday the 21st. At last. I was still watching season one when season two started and wasn’t able to catch up, so I’ve seen not an episode of it. On the other hand I’ve watched season one through at least twice, and some eps I’ve seen […]

Veronica Mars season two is getting released on DVD monday the 21st.

At last. I was still watching season one when season two started and wasn’t able to catch up, so I’ve seen not an episode of it. On the other hand I’ve watched season one through at least twice, and some eps I’ve seen three or four times.

At last. Season two. Come to daddy, Veronica!

Elvis was a Spy

Today is the anniversary of Elvis Presley’s death, and I wish I could find the whole lyric to Elvis Was a Spy by the Frontier fuckin’ Wives, one of my favorite bands ever. Best I can do is to say here’s the song (this was broken when I uploaded it in aac/m4a, I just changed […]

Today is the anniversary of Elvis Presley’s death, and I wish I could find the whole lyric to Elvis Was a Spy by the Frontier fuckin’ Wives, one of my favorite bands ever.

Best I can do is to say here’s the song (this was broken when I uploaded it in aac/m4a, I just changed it to mp3 so it should play now).

Elvis was a spy
And he died on his bathroom floor with his pants at his ankles
Poisoned by the russians ’cause he took all thier girls
and left them at home with nuthin’

My pal Lex was in that band, and in the heyday of San Jose’s 80’s music scene, they were the band. The one everyone wanted to play with, hang with, be friends with. The tiny recorded output does them no justice, they were awesome, yet as with so many, missed the window, burning out just before the record companies looked to the bay area and found acts like green day, primus, smashmouth, etc.

I miss ’em.

Hello Bankruptcy!

When you finally get ready to buy your hello kitty guitar, here’s how you’re gonna pay for it. Because you know, debt and bankruptcy are so adorable! (props to boingboing, i guess, though I’m a bit queasy from all the sugary-sweetness)

When you finally get ready to buy your hello kitty guitar, here’s how you’re gonna pay for it.

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Because you know, debt and bankruptcy are so adorable!

(props to boingboing, i guess, though I’m a bit queasy from all the sugary-sweetness)