A propos of nothing.
On The Stairway To Stahdom
Favorite YouTube comment …
Clearly, the stairway to stardom wasn’t built to code.
Runner up …
Escalator to obscurity.
Sly!
Yes, please.
I’m In My Glam Phase
Also I want the European woman who introduces the song to follow me around and narrate my various exploits.
So You’re Saying There’s A Chance
Asteroid 2024 YR4 was discovered several weeks ago.
Between 100 to 300 feet across, it has something like a 1.5% chance of striking earth in 2032. Anything larger than 150 feet with a 1% chance of impact gets put on the watch list of the International Asteroid Warning Network.
An asteroid that size could easily cause something as significant as the Tunguska Event in Siberia in 1908, estimated at 1000X the explosive force of the Hiroshima bomb.
And still not remotely close to the Chicxulub impactor at the end of the Cretaceous. When it struck the Yucatan, the 10 – 15 kilometer meteor caused a rim of mountains higher than the Himalayas to form around the impact zone, blasted debris that achieved escape velocity and left the atmosphere, and brought instantaneous extinction as far away as what is now North Dakota and New Jersey.
NASA (funding pending) and Jet Propulsion Labs, among others, will follow YR4’s progress. If they upgrade this current threat, presumably some half-baked plan ensues to mitigate damage. I have personally volunteered Makerbot – the youngest, spryest, least whiny bastard – to lead Space Force on that dangerous mission.
Declan’s Dad
I didn’t realize Elvis Costello’s dad was also a performer. Apples and trees….
Which Was Worse?
No need to thank me.
This Guy
My first post on the originale blogge was David Lynch. It seems fitting that I should comment on how he affected me, the central character of the universe.
I’ll spare you.
Someone asked me what Lynch I would be staying up late watching. I thought “probably none; his work is always spinning in my head anyway; it’s easy to call scenes to mind simply by thinking about them.”
[partial view of the home Lynch shelf]
Please note Lynch on Lynch on the far left, too worn to be legible anymore. I love his intuition and his thinking, the dream logic, the credit he seems to give to his audience for being as artistic as he is. And Alan Splet (sound engineer) and Angelo Badalementi. The struggle to find expression in images and sound when words just won’t do. An endless source of inspiration, fascination, humor, and wonder for me. A lot of great tributes out there, including Kyle MacLachlan and Defector.
Wye Oak Covering The Kinks
YouTube wanted to remind me that I once watched this, a performance of “Strangers” by Wye Oak for The A.V. Club’s Undercover series 13 years ago! Holy shit, time is flying. Anyway, it’s lovely and Jenn Wasner is a badass. Enjoy or don’t, you weekend-destined bastards.
Pedagogy
Who needs drugs?