Painted all night while listening to BBC radio. The big story was the ten Live 8 concerts, a series of music festival which, unlike its twenty years previous removed ancestor, intended not to raise aid money but awareness preceding this week’s G8 summit.

I must admit that the story blessed this weary cynic with an irrepressible feeling of optimism. Is this what the sixties felt like? Could this really be the milestone that marks the beginning of heaven on earth?

Nice job, Bob.
(more…)

And if you haven’t already heard yesterday, the notes of the Time magazine journalist surrendered Saturday allegedly reveal the source who “outed” CIA agent Plame — spouse of an ambassador who was a most vocal critic of the Bush admin’s grounds for Iraqi invasion — was none other that Karl Rove, arguably the most powerful man in the world.

While the journalist in question faced prison time for protecting an unnamed source, Rove now could face perjury charges for lying to a grand jury or even possibly treason charges for revealing the identity of a clandestine agent. The death penalty is still in effect for a federal treason conviction.

Understandably, Rove will deny everything and no evidence will ever be found for an indictment. The only question now, is whether this news will effect the conventional wisdom stateside enough to bring about a long-needed backswing of the pendulum.

This is the kind of things that make the news where my little brother lives: cow gets head stuck in a treetrunk. Moo.

New pi record 83,431 decimal places memorized.

Cool band pic of the day:

Will the circle be unbroken?

Chris brought to my attention that Robert Altman has started filming his next movie: A Prairie Home Companion. Oh boy, Sarah’s gonna be pissed.

Try it again:
Welcoming esteemed colleague Skreeder to the blogosphere.
Remember White Rabbit.

Nice pics, by the way.

Trees are poems the earth pens in the sky.
— (my translation) (author forgotten) quote recently layed into the sidewalk under the ancient maple at Albertplatz.

I like the quote, and it sounds so much more elegant in German. But one thing is for sure: maples give off a damn raunchy stench.

But that reminded me. What ever happened to the guy? Don’t you remember? There used to be a freaky guy — a street performance artist, if you will — who used to stand at the crosswalk near the Tree at Albertplatz. He had printed out poetic hack ramblings about atomic energy and money and lifestyle pinned to himself front and back. Later he made a bulky box suit covered with it. He just stood there for hours everyday at the crosswalk and stared at the ground.

Where did he go? I probably haven’t seen him in a year or so. I always liked seeing him around. People like him made our little village look a hell of a lot bigger. Too bad his poetry was utter garbage. Still, I think that cat had his heart in the right place.

Guy with the box and the poems, why are you now?

(more…)

I’ve got the listening comprehension test written. Now, I just need to get a recording of another native speaker other than myself to read it aloud in the microphone.

I found a rastafarian dude from kenya at the park yesterday who said he’ll do it. This test is gonna be irie, mon.