UPDATE:Unfortunately the crook won and I couldn't make it :(
Dadawah :: Peace And Love
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Sunday 25 September 2011
El Blog del Narco WARNING: EXTREMLY DISTURBING VIDEO
Video: beheaded two members of the Sinaloa Cartel
Legalise ALL the fugn drugs NOW to stop this absolute fugn madness!!!
Twelfth century orgasmic brain heat
Remember, if you could possibly forget, that this was written by a nun in the 12th century.
When a woman is making love with a man, a sense of heat in her brain, which brings forth with it sensual delight, communicates the taste of that delight during the act and summons forth the emission of the man’s seed. And when the seed has fallen into its place, that vehement heat descending from her brain draws the seed to itself and holds it.I for one, certainly feel closer to God after reading that.
Hildegard is most well known among neuroscientists for the descriptions of her visions which Oliver Sacks has interpreted as likely stemming from migraines as these can can cause an array of visual distortions and hallucinations.
Although from now on, I shall give equal consideration to her interest in erotic brain heat.
Link to programme info and streaming.
mp3 of the same in different location because the BBC are a bit slow.
Vaughn Bell @'Mind Hacks'
katiekitamura Katie Kitamura
Strategy backfired. Police brutality has turned #occupywallstreet into a huge story.
HA!
TheTweetOfGod God
Gay, lesbian, straight, bisexual, transgendered: Thou art all equally smitable in My eyes.
♪♫ John Lee Hooker & Ry Cooder - It Serves Me Right To Suffer
John Lee Hooker & Ry Cooder performing It Serves Me Right To Suffer at the All Our Colors benefit concert, Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, 10-10-1992
(Thanx Joe!)
(Thanx Joe!)
War and Shopping: The Extremism That Never Speaks Its Name
Looking for a bookshop that was no longer there, I walked instead into a labyrinth designed as a trap. Leaving became an illusion, rather like Alice once she had stepped through the looking glass. Walls of glass curved into concentric circles as one "store" merged into another: Armani Exchange with Dinki Di Pies. Exits led to gauntlets of more "offers" and "exciting options." Seeking a guide, I bought a lousy pair of sunglasses: anything to get out. It was a vision of hell. It was a Westfield mega mall.
This happened in Sydney - where the Westfield empire began - in a "mall" not half as mega as the one that opened in Stratford, East London, on 13 September. "Everything" is here, reported the architectural critic Jonathan Glancey: from Apple to Primark, McDonalds's to KFC and Krispy Kreme. There is a cinema with 17 screens and "luxurious VIP seats," and a mega "luxury" bowling alley. Tracey Emin and Mary Portas lead the Westfield "cultural team." The biggest casino in the land will overlook a "24-hour lifestyle street" called The Arcade. This will be the only way into the 2012 Olympic Games for ten million people attending the athletics. The simple, grotesque message of "buy me, buy me" will be London's welcome to the world....
This happened in Sydney - where the Westfield empire began - in a "mall" not half as mega as the one that opened in Stratford, East London, on 13 September. "Everything" is here, reported the architectural critic Jonathan Glancey: from Apple to Primark, McDonalds's to KFC and Krispy Kreme. There is a cinema with 17 screens and "luxurious VIP seats," and a mega "luxury" bowling alley. Tracey Emin and Mary Portas lead the Westfield "cultural team." The biggest casino in the land will overlook a "24-hour lifestyle street" called The Arcade. This will be the only way into the 2012 Olympic Games for ten million people attending the athletics. The simple, grotesque message of "buy me, buy me" will be London's welcome to the world....
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John Pilger @'truthout'
Barney Bubbles: 'Stiff Live Stiff' tour posters (1977)
(Occasional 'Exile' contributor TimN fires up a few of his remaining brain cells to remember a night 35 years ago...)
'The Night of the (Almost) Living (NI) Blockheads'
Gawdamn - the things I used to own...
Well not only did I have a complete set of these posters, I was also at the Glasgow Apollo gig in October 1977.
I had arranged to catch up with my old mucker Allan Jones (now the ed at 'Uncut') who was up from London covering the gig for the Melody Maker. We met at his fave stopping off hotel in Glasgow opposite the Anderston X bus terminal and with an amazing stroke of psychic luck Mr Jones realised that some (obviously previous) occupant of the room had very carefully lodged a wrap of mysterious white powder behind one of the picture frames on the wall and never looking a gift horse in the nose a few 'snifters' were partaken before we legged it up at a ridiculously fast pace to the Apollo for the concert.
I had arranged to catch up with my old mucker Allan Jones (now the ed at 'Uncut') who was up from London covering the gig for the Melody Maker. We met at his fave stopping off hotel in Glasgow opposite the Anderston X bus terminal and with an amazing stroke of psychic luck Mr Jones realised that some (obviously previous) occupant of the room had very carefully lodged a wrap of mysterious white powder behind one of the picture frames on the wall and never looking a gift horse in the nose a few 'snifters' were partaken before we legged it up at a ridiculously fast pace to the Apollo for the concert.
The gig itself was a great if rather ramshackle affair held together by a sense of can do fun spirit that inhabited practically everything that Stiff did back in its early days best exemplified by the mass rendition of 'Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll' that closed the set every night.
After the gig I blagged my way backstage and using a (I thought discarded) 'tour manager's memo' for the next twenty four hours I proceeded to grab as many autographs of the performers as I could.
A few memories: I was absolutely staggered at how small Ian Dury was in real life, how gorgeous Pippa (?) Thomas+ (Pete's sister doing the merchandise) was and how pleasant Dave Edmunds appeared to be. However unrepentant hippie Larry Wallis seemed to let the satorial side down and finally I was to find out what an absolute khunt a certain Mr McManus was.
Elvis had decided that this kid shouldn't have this 'vitally top secret plan' of tomorrow's action - 'breakfast at 8/departure at 10 etc' - he actually snatched it off me and it was then that Nick Lowe said to him to sign it and give it back to me. (Thanx Mr Lowe.)
I got it back and it remained my prized possession until it got knicked from my room a month or so later - I'm not a betting man but I would wager that was you Floyd (and you are NOT forgiven!)
Anyway if that was not enough excitement for the night Jones the journalist dragged me kicking and screaming to the after party at the band's hotel - I'm afraid that this is where my usual impeccable memory starts to let me down - I do recollect having a very interesting/intense conversation with a certain 'Welsh guitar wizard' who was 'allegedly' extolling the virtues of LSD and how it had played a very important part in his musical creations. I also recall what an absolute drunken twat a certain W. Eric was (dressed in a pair of kids pyjamas with a whistle around his neck.)
After about the fiftieth person suggesting - with I thought admirable restraint - that perhaps he should retire to his quarters for the night, there was a collective sigh of relief as Mr Goulden set off down the corridors blowing his whistle which proceeded to get fainter and fainter.
Unfortunately only minutes later there was a collective groan as we all realised that the sound of the whistle was getting ever closer again - and there I am afraid that this night's memory ends for me...luckily I didn't get caught pissing in the swimming pool* eh?
+Pippa, you never probably realised how many visits I made to the Stiff HQ in Alexander St I made just to (awkwardly) luxuriate in your presence. *sigh*
*I made that bit up - there was no swimming pool in that particular hotel that for the love of me I cannot remember the name of.
Unfortunately only minutes later there was a collective groan as we all realised that the sound of the whistle was getting ever closer again - and there I am afraid that this night's memory ends for me...luckily I didn't get caught pissing in the swimming pool* eh?
+Pippa, you never probably realised how many visits I made to the Stiff HQ in Alexander St I made just to (awkwardly) luxuriate in your presence. *sigh*
*I made that bit up - there was no swimming pool in that particular hotel that for the love of me I cannot remember the name of.
BONUS:
Here is a link to the record that Stiff released of the tour and the documentary of the tour can be watched below:Continue watching after the jump...
Saturday 24 September 2011
A quick foolproof guide to hinder Google from tracking your internet activity
Well a lot of people don’t like the idea of a corporation keeping tabs on most of your internet activity which they can tie to your identity and sell or hand over to a governmental agency. You don’t need to be doing something wrong to enjoy your privacy.
I think of it like this: no one says “why do you have blinds on the windows of your home? Do you have something to hide?”
Since it is commonly accepted that we do not like people looking in on our private lives even when we’re just sitting around doing nothing noteworthy, the fact that most people have blinds or shades on their windows isn’t questioned.
However, it seems that the self-same concept has not been extended to the internet in a lot of peoples’ minds. This is mirrored in the calls across Europe for even less internet privacy in the wake of the Norwegian terrorist attacks.
For those, like myself, who don’t like people infringing on my right to keep my private life private in both the physical and digital realms, there are a few methods to avoid the extensive Google tracking network...
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Madison Ruppert @'End the Lie'
Although it has existed for centuries, hepatitis C was identified just over 20 years ago, and scientists have been puzzling about its origins ever since. In May, Columbia University Medical Center pathologist W. Ian Lipkin and his colleagues identified a hepatitis C–like virus in dogs for the first time, suggesting the disease may have jumped to humans through contact with man’s best friend 500 to 1,000 years ago, long after dogs were first domesticated.
Going Viral: New Hepatitis C Drugs Owe Their Success to HIV
UKHouseofLords House of Lords
Did you know you can read the Lords debate from 1969 when the UK permanently abolished the death penalty for murder? bit.ly/pWXY6x
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