I’m outstanding in my field. I mean,
I’m Out…Standing…In my field.
Wow! I have to be honest with you. I don’t know a thing about Catalpa trees. This was already our favorite thing in the yard. Who knew it bloomed? We are floored. Wow.
Kind of like taking pictures of the Grand Canyon or Victoria Falls- you really can’t take it all in from a picture. This thing is absolutely carpeted with flowers.
Though the plan is to take all summer to prep the garden for next year, I had to plant something. So I planted a couple dozen tomato and pepper plants in one of the garden squares with a makeshift fence. It’s basically chicken wire and pie pans. I cut each of the top rings in the wire so that sharp metal points upward. I also ringed the bottom with the same. Unfortuantely, it is having a greater effect on me than the nuisance animals. I…I’m afraid to go near it now. The Noise! The sharp, poking metal! I can’t talk about this. I’m going inside now.
~Jimm
Anonymous andy said…
I must come forth and feast my eyes upon that tree. I do not remember seeing that it got all blossomy in my tree book. I will have to look it up again.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006 9:58:00 AM
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Do! They’re coming down fast. The driveway is covered and the storm knocked out a bunch of flowers.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006 9:05:00 PM
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Anonymous Anonymous said…
so your show of genius was all it took to wow Machnicki and you didn’t actually have to do any of your homework to achieve that stellar gpa?
Thursday, July 20, 2006 1:44:00 PM
I totally missed this comment…3 1/2 years ago.
Hey! Dammit! I had a 102% average in that class. The only point I missed all year was for capitalizing a species name in a Genus species format in a bonus question. And the only reason I goofed that is because I didn’t take Biology I (I blame Mizak). ~Jimm
My bride has Mononucleosis. Yep. A pretty bad case apparently. They said ‘Sip water, don’t gulp lest your spleen burst’. So much for getting some help raking last year’s leaves.
I have prepared a sickbed with lavender and hops. The velvet curtains are drawn.
We shall wheel her to the sea side in a wheeled chair made of wicker. They say the salt air is good for consumption and croup. We will wash her humors and beat her with a black rubber hose. Wellness only comes with vigorous action, you know. You must approach death with purpose-driven conviction. You must wrestle it to the ground rugby tackle-style and emerge victorious. Then all that is left, is cleaning up the spittle.
~Jimm posted by Jimm @ 6/17/2006 09:08:00 PM
Anonymous andy said…
When I come to look at the tree you will have to wheel the infirm into the “consumptive viewing porch”.
My that sucks. Hopefully the main part of the sickness will pass quickly.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006 10:01:00 AM
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Acute bronchitis came today.
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Fist of all, preparation of the ‘Back 40′ as it will be called is underway. Forty 10′x10′ garden plots will be created. The whole structure will be fenced for varmint control. This year I hope to till in manure and by fall, plant over-winter crops and a cover crop like clover or vetch.
I got one of my orchids to bloom after many years with just fluorescent lights and sunlight ( and cool outdoor nights)
This is the first bloom on my new Crabapple tree, Malus ‘Scbrazam’ Scarlet Brandywine
More on these later- I have 14 crab apple trees I need to give away.
The peonies have bloomed and slumped over like drunks. You’ll notice the ones closest to you are erect while the more distant ones are down. The erect ones get longer hours of sunlight and are therefore stronger- I assume.
I don’t recall what these are. I looked them up once but forget the name.
The Brugmansias are almost ready. I’m very happy they are early this year. I usually have to wait until September.
The baby brugmansias are ready for transplant, too.
This used to be a giant Lilac, apparently. Now it’s a mess of Lilac suckers, baby maple trees and huge Pokeweeds. I’ve grown very fond of it.
I’ve been trying to remove this basketball hoop to no avail. The truck just pulled it over, even after I dug out around the cement at the base.
This is the only project I’ve found here that wasn’t half-assed. Fix the roof? Sure just slap some tar up there. Plant a big, ugly rusty thing that people will surely want to remove one day? Dig to the center of the Earth and pour in 10,000 yards of concrete!
And Booger says ‘Hello’.
14Jul06: Forgot the Tulip Trees, Damn!
posted by Jimm @ 6/13/2006 09:37:00 AM
Blogger Kappa no He said…
Hi, I found your blog via Matt’s. Beautiful garden. Those things you don’t know what they are called…here (Japan) we call them Nadeshiko, a fringed Dianthus? They seem to have a lot of tradition attached to them. The word means “the affectionate touch of a child”. Um…okay, that’s all.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006 9:41:00 PM
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Blogger Matt D. said…
Oh dear lord. I’ve accidentally connected two separate universes. Explode. lol.
Jimm, how much for you to come do my yard?
Oops.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006 3:12:00 AM
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Oh, thanks. I know I’ve seen them in a catalog somewhre.
Any friend of Matt’s is a friend of mine. That’s why we network, here, right?
~Jimm
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JIMM,
sweet blog dude. Seriously wicked action on the garden. You’re putting the romans to shame (especially romans with really nice gardens).
see you round.
Bryan
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Well as long as it isn’t the Greeks…
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After spending Saturday in New York, I took Sunday to catch up on some yard chores.
As I was making my very first pass on the mower, I looked under the pine tree next to my house and happened to notice that I had finally caught something in my have-a-heart trap which I set up mere inches from the cavernous maw of an entrance to the groundhog fortress under my front porch. And wouldn’t you know it, it was a baby. I catch nothing for three weeks. I go out of town for one day, and sure enough, I’ve tortured a poor animal to death because I didn’t close the trap before I left. He was stuck with no food or water. How could I be so stupid?
I continued mowing, sick with guilt over this damn thing. I imagined it dying slowly while it’s ever-weakening cries went down the tunnel to the rest of the family below. And if the mother did come out (wearing a babushka, of course- straight out of Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas), there was nothing either of them could do but look at each other and rub noses through the galvanized wires*. This is not what I asked for, people. I didn’t have to buy a trap. I have lots of guns, I could’ve just shot the damn things. But I bought a have-a-heart trap, because I HAVE A HEART. I know, I’m a hunter. But that’s a different procedure done for different reasons and with a different mindset.
Once I finished a couple sections of the yard, I went in for a drink, then decided to get rid of it.
I packed up the cage and he was still alive. Great! I could’ve helped him an hour ago. How could I be so stupid (again!) ? He was not really even conscious, but I could tell it wasn’t dead.
I put the trap into the trunk and took him to the local wildlife rehabilitation centre. Luckily, it’s only a few short miles from my house. I tried to call them on the way, but just got the machine.
Once I got there, (mind you there are no signs that help direct you through the proper protocol of bringing in an animal that needs emergency care) I parked the car in an employee area and went into the general reception lobby. There was only one person in the lobby and she was explaining to someone on the phone why they don’t provide care for invasive animal species-in this case, a bird. This is hard for the general public to understand. All they know is that they have an injured animal and it needed help. Why not help it?
She, of course didn’t so much as acknowledge my presence. After what seemed like an eternity of being ignored despite my obvious fidgeting while this animal suffered in my trunk I finally interrupted, “Is there someone you could call up from the back while you’re finishing this up”? Well, this completely discombobulated her and made her mess up both conversations. She just interrupted with “Can I help you?”. I told her I needed help in a hurry. This apparently just annoyed her, but she managed to wrap up the phone conversation.
I apologized and explained that I had a groundhog that had been in a trap for a few days and it probably needed fluids in a hurry. She said to bring it in while she got some gloves. So they took it in the back. After a while a vet tech-type person came out and talked to me for a little bit. It was of course dehydrated and hypothermic. They had it in a kennel with an oxygen door etc. Then she told me how I’m supposed to check the traps every day. “I know, I know, it’s right by my door. I see it every day. I just forgot about it once when I went out of town”. Then about how they need to get down into the burrow to get warm, etc. I actually had to stop her and tell her I used to work in veterinary surgery and knew what the hell was going on. I felt pretty gay saying that, but I couldn’t take a half-hour anatomy & physiology lesson.
That’s it. They don’t know how it’s going to do. You can call and ask about him. His number is 0728 06. I don’t have the guts. They give you a little packet of papers including a handy-dandy donation envelope just in case you feel the need to support the cause. I’m sure I’ll send them $100 to cover the office vist. Not from the guilt, but because they do need to keep the lights on and pay the staff. Oxygen kennels aren’t free. Well they are when they’re a donation, but still… You gotta take responsibility when you utilize the system.
~Jimm
*I’m Anthropomorphizing here. Anthropomorphism is the most destructive thing breaking down human understanding of the animal world. No matter how cute they are, animals are not people in fuzzy suits. It’s not enough to love them- you must respect them. Your dog is not your “baby” to make fat and give heart problems and painful tooth decay in the name of adoration. Your cat- is a fierce killer and one of the most skillful, efficient predators on the planet. To think any less of them is a disservice which usually begets abuse.
Saturday morning we got up and drove into the sun for 3 hours to meet Pat in Buffalo. He very graciously offered to drive us to Ithaca, just happy to be in the company of adults for once.
The art museum is on the campus of Cornell University, where Pat is an Alum. I’m not sure if Pat knew ahead of time or not, but this weekend was Cornell’s Alumni weekend. So the place was packed. Consequently, parking wasn’t spectacular, and we had to rush around, avoiding people Pat might know since we had precious little time for chit chat before the Museum closed.
Cornell has a beautiful campus, overlooking the Fingerlake valleys. You get some great views from way up there, but Cornell attracts some real over-achievers. It also inspires Asian kids to commit suicide by jumping off of one of the bridges when one gets his or her first “B” and dishonors the family. Was that racist? That’s how it was explained to me.
I think they have about 5 jumpers a year. The ability to swim is a prereq for admission to Cornell-Seriously.
Somehow, even though it was established 20 years after Case Western Reserve University, Cornell has amassed a quite-a-bit larger collection of stunning buildings that are now very old.
But it was good to see that they had at least one that looked like everything at Case.
Upon arrival, we had a quick lunch at a pizza place that endears itself to the students by letting them put graffiti on the walls, then we ran off to the exhibit.
Sorry about your luck, Penns. It was a simple syntax discrepancy. Could happen to anyone, honest.
The Parkeharrison exhibit was amazing. I’ve been in love with this guy’s work for quite a while now. I did learn a few things. 1. I didn’t know that his prints are self-portraits. He portrays the “Everyman” archetype, interacting with landscapes or something approximating nature. 2. I didn’t know that thematically, it’s all just a bunch of claptrap about “man’s destruction of the environment”; Woe is us, the sky is falling, capitalism and owning material objects are a sin, blah, blah, blah. So-called consciousness-raising as a social tool. 3. A lot of these prints are normally housed at the Eastman House in Rochester, so coming as close to Cleveland as Ithaca wasn’t such a treat after all.
From The museum website:
Robert ParkeHarrison’s innovative approach to picture making draws upon the use of the paper negative and collage to construct stories of healing and restoration amid landscapes scarred by technology and overuse. In Herculean actions that are both humorously metaphorical and lyrically poetic, ParkeHarrison constructs beguiling stories that gently remind us to consider the state of our one and only earth. At the center of each of his pictorial tales is a lone individual—ParkeHarrison himself as “Everyman”—the “Architect’s” brother. This suit-clad figure patches holes in the sky, creates rain machines, chases storms to create electricity, and communicates with the land to learn of its needs
We were a little saddened to see that his use of cut & paste was in evidence in some prints. In one, he used an image of small structure, repeated to create a ladder. Of course this could be on purpose. Artists are always free to come up with some bullshit: “Oh, that’s on purpose; it symbolizes the repetition with which we rape the resources of the earth…”
Yeah, well it looks like cut & paste. No matter, his work still tears me apart, social commentary aside. Of course, the large originals are much more rewarding than anything you can see online. For instance, you can appreciate the garbage/ found objects he uses to build the “contraptions” he manipulates in the prints.
To me, his work is like listening to Mike Keneally, in that you just can’t believe the fantastic art he has in his head, let alone his amazing ability to execute it. Trying to follow either of them process a general idea to finished product makes me sick with jealousy.
The exhibit is called The Architect’s Brother (a little haughty, maybe?) and I’m sure you can see the whole collection and get all the commentary on Google.
In a perfect world, we were then hoping to to catch Zoe Keating playing in Toronto at 9:00. Because, like, everthing in in New York is right next to everything else in New York, right? And Toronto’s just in there, too, right? So we headed out at ~4:10pm, all Dukes of Hazard-style. Pat had us in the Venue in Toronto at 8:20pm, after 10 minutes of trying to park. I was impressed. White-knuckled, but impressed. We spent a lot of it playing our usual driving game where you have to think of a famous person whose first name begins with the last letter of the name of the last person invoked. This quickly becomes the game of “How many people can you think of whose name starts with ‘Y’”?
Let’s see… Yuri Gagarin, Yuri Andropov, Yassir Arafat, Yusuf Islam, Yves St. Laurent, Yves Montand, Yo-Yo Ma, Yngwie Malmsteen, Yakov Smirnoff, you get it. You gotta have these ready if someone whips a “Ned Beatty” at you (now THERE’s an image).
Zoe’s set was fantastic. She’s just lovely and so endearing. And I’ll have you know I found out about the gig on her Myspace account, just to give myself a little validation, there.
Zoe has just left Rasputina. She’s was the latest “second chair” cellist. But apparently her solo work is taking off, so she had to leave. I hated to see it happen, she was at least 50% of our enjoyment of the band. But good for her. You can’t be sad about success. And Rasputina really is Melora’s gig. There’s only so much room for growth. As long as everyone’s OK with that.
Zoe’s current style is based on looping, which has become really popular now that the tech is more affordable, controllable and accurate. She plays a few passing lines that are recorded and play back in “loops”. She layers a few loops, then she solos over the loops ala Jaco or Manring (playing Jaco, here). Since the looping is done live, the artist still gets full cred. No one’s like, “Hey! They’re just playing with a tape”!
I had a camera, but I haven’t yet bothered to learn how to control shutter speed, aperture and all that, so the performance pictures didn’t really come out. I didn’t want to use the flash as I was all of 5 feet away from her and I couldn’t get the noisy sounds turned off on the camera. But I did get a little movie.
So, wow! How much culture can one take in a day?
At the same time we are both inspired to run home and create art as well as self-flagellate because we never did learn how to really play music or do image art well. We mourn being so old yet undeveloped, and weep in the face of such beauty. At least that’s how Janine & I respond. Pat probably just wished he was in his boxers eating beer nuts. In the end, we drove 5 hours to look at a couple dozen pictures, then another four to see a 50-minute set. I don’t regret a minute of it. I would do this every weekend if I could. Especially if I got to spend the time in-between hanging out with Pat- while he drives!
posted by Jimm at 7:43 AM on Jun 12, 2006
Blogger Matt D. said…
Dude!
I am so jealous. I didn’t even know you knew who Zoe Keating was. She was here a month ago and I didn’t find out until a week after.
Monday, June 12, 2006 2:43:00 PM
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Oh, yeah. We’ve even traded a couple Emails. She’s a great gal. I think she’ll be doing at least one more tour with Imogene Heap.
Thanks to Foodie networks, magazines and The Oprah, we’ve all heard about Kopi Luwak. It’s the coffee made from beans consumed, then excreted my a small, jungle rodent (or some such small, furry thing). Apparently, the digestive enzymes pit the beans, then get in and re-arrange the mircostructure of the beans all crazy silly-like.
You can read about detailed analysis here. I don’t know how the “Electronic Nose” assay described in this article compares to Gas Chromatography, but I do know why college tuition goes up 7% annually across the board while inflation only goes up 4.2%.
Test Kitchens.
How in the Hell are we going to stay ahead of Alton Brown?
Cute little bugger, Ain’t he? He’s passing the beans, I’m passing the hat.
The “microstructural re-arrangement” supposedly gives a wonderful, smooth, smokey character to the beans. The beans are hand-sorted by 4th-world village children who make pennies a week sorting metric tons (tonnes) of beans from other artifacts in the effluence (probably corn). If not sorting poop coffee, these children would probably end up in pre-teen prostitution. It’s a market you HAVE to support! Insuring fair trade wages for these children pushes the prices of this coffee upwards of $500 a pound. Wouldn’t you say it’s worth it to prevent them from becoming Socialists like France and Germany?
OK, I made most of that last paragraph up, but certainly not the price. And I’m certainly serious! If you want to go in on a bag, send no money now! Simply use the comments section to commit. Once I have enough to purchase a salable amount (it is often available in 1/2 or 1/4 lb. bags), we’ll discuss collection of money. And I don’t care if you’re in Europe. I have a Vaccu-seal thingy. I can pop it into the post, no problem. The paper above used 8 grams of coffee per six ounce cup. That should mean (based on my primate-level math skills) that $8.82 will get you a cup.
Such
A
Deal.
What did you pay for the last cup of swill from Starbucks that just got cold in your car?
Elsevier is an awesome source for food-related science. Forget that “How to read a French Fry” or “What Einstein Told His Cook” crap. This is hard core stuff.
Talk to me.
~Jimm
Epilogue: 2 weeks after the publication of his paper, Mr.Marcone was saddened to discover that his Kopi Luwak had been replaced with Folgers crystals ® .
posted by Jimm @ 6/09/2006 11:55:00 AM
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andy said…
Count me in. The tag line could be “Coffee that tastes like crap – in a good way!” I have half of a comedy routine in my head with “beautiful models crapping caviar” but maybe that was just bad Malay porn.
Friday, June 09, 2006 1:16:00 PM
Jimm said…
Sweet. that’s like the dollar in the tip jar.
Friday, June 09, 2006 1:20:00 PM
Robert said…
Ah screw it, I’m in.
About a tenner basically? Sure, why not? I wanna know what fecal coffee tastes like.
August is coffee season and we have located a good quantity of kopi luwak over the past month, particularly Robusta. At this time and until our stocks become limited we are pleased to announce a special offer.
For every purchase of Robusta coffee of any size, either in a Standard Box or as a coffee pouch, we will double the quantity of coffee and include it in your order in a separate coffee pouch. As an example, if you order a 1lb Standard Box which includes 1lb of Robusta kopi luwak, we will also send you 1lb of Robusta kopi luwak in a separate pouch.
I will adjust the price per portion to include the “free portion”. Also I will go but the price of the bagged coffee so that your price does not include the box & extras.
you say you want to live off the grid and now this.
you, my friend, are part of the matrix now.
take the blue pill
It’s true.
This is the same guy who accused me of living my life like Brando in “The Last Tango in Paris” (Which is about the coolest thing anyone has ever said about me, even though he was castigating me). We’ll call it hyperbole.
My defense?
Sure, I’d love to live in a Unibomber cabin and never deal with such things.
Basically, all of the musicians(and some who only claim to be musicians)I listen to have abandoned their websites and now spend all of their time on Myspace. Most of the musicians I listen to can’t be arsed to send a damn Email to let me know when they’re coming to town. I’m on like, 40 Mailing lists and still miss 5 shows a year. I guess if you engage in something as horrible as self-promotion, you’re a sell-out. I spend hundreds (and sometimes more hundreds) of dollars every time Mike Keneally goes on tour. Unfortuately, most of this goes to hotels and restaurants as I travel hither and yon to catch his shows. FOCUS, ARTISTS! You don’t have to eat cold macaroni! Send an Email! Stop by!
So fine, if you want to go to Myspace, I will come to you (not picking on Keneally, here). And you need an account to use Myspace and they have to put like, 800 cookies on your computer. That’s OK. I’ll get them back. I just don’t know how, yet.
I totally dig the YouTube community, so I joined that http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Nyarlathotep1926
And the blog? I don’t know. I’m sick of mass-emailing?
Does anyone really need to read a blog? Does anyone care that much about the mundane details of anyone else’s life? I’ve seen it done successfully. And I can finally prove to Alma that I’m not New Yorker quality. All bloggers are just trying to be David Sedaris, right? How witty can we be in describing what we think is the only fucked up life on the planet? I just imagine I have a little circle of friends that care and want to keep in touch. Maybe Mom & Grandma. Sorry for all the cursing, Mom & Grandma.
Facebook Quiz
Wednesday, August 26, 2009 at 5:24pm
1. Where did you take your profile picture?
Dickie Brennan’s Steakhouse, New Orleans
2. What exactly are you wearing right now?
Green trousers and a stripey oxford.
3. What is your current problem?
My biggest problem is that I am in desperate need of problems. I can’t bear the guilt of having such a wonderful Pollyanna existence.
4. What makes you happy most?
Sleep and otherwise oblivion.
5. What song are you listening to at the moment?
James by the Pat Metheny Group
6. Any celeb you would marry?
not since Charles Nelson Riley died.
7. Ever sang in front of a large audience?
I was faking
8. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
every day
9. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddy TV shows?
yes but on Youtube
11. Has anyone you’ve been really close with passed away?
a few
12. What’s something that really annoys you?
man, that one itch…
Chapter 1:
1. Middle name: Christopher
2. Nicknames: Jimm
3. Current location: work
4: Eye color: brown
Chapter 2:
1. Do you live with your parent(s)? no
2. Do you get along with your parent(s)? I do
3. Are your parents married/separated/divorced? married/dead/divorced/widowed
4. Do you have any siblings? a sister, 2 step sisters, 2 half-siblings
Chapter 3: Favorites
1. Ice Cream: I don’t crave ice cream
2. Season: Any over 80F
3. Shampoo/Conditioner? I change them. Have I told you about Coochie cream for shaving…
Chapter 4: Do You…
1. Dance in the shower? Yeah, they don’t like that crap at the gym.
2. Do you write on your hand? No.
3. Call people back: God, no. I have avoidance issues.
4. Believe in love: Oh, I do.
5. Any bad habits? Eating Bear claws out of the snack machines.
Chapter 5: Have You…
1. Broken a bone: yes. Pay attention!
2. Sprained stuff: no. I don’t really even know what that means.
3. Had physical therapy: Yep. For my back.
4. Gotten stitches: thousands
5. Taken painkillers: yep. don’t ask which. I don’t read labels.
6. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling: No. Why is that?
7. Been stung by a bee: Yep. Even swarmed and stung like 30-times at once when I was like, 3 years old.
8. Thrown up at the dentist: What?
9. Sworn in front of your parents: Like a sailor but she’s the one I learned from.
10. Had detention: Oh sure.
Chapter 6: Who/What was the last
1. Movie(s): Theatres: No idea. Iron Man?
2. Person to text you: I live with LuAnn now. (I thought it read: Who is next to you)
3. Person you called: The Wiff
4. Person you hugged: The Wiff
5. Person you tackled: Uhhh….
6. Person you talked to on MSN? talked to on MSN???? The chat? I don’t do chat.
7. Thing you touched? The Keyboard?
9. Thing you drank: Dr. Pepper
10. Thing you said? I confirmed to Ilya that I would inject mice with deuterated water for him tomorrow.
Chaper 7: Future
1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Dead in a ditch.
2. Where do you hope to live? Under ground
3. Do you want to be famous? I’d be happy if only my mother knew where I was.
4. Will you have plastic surgery? Not on THIS salary.
Once you’ve been tagged… (1) Turn on your MP3 player/iTunes. (2) Go to SHUFFLE songs mode. (3) Write down the first 20 songs that come up–song title and artist–NO editing/cheating, please. (4) Choose people to be tagged.
It is generally considered to be in good taste to tag the person who tagged you.
If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about your musical tastes, or at least a random sampling thereof. Enjoy. For real.
Thursday, June 25, 2009 at 11:00am
So I’ll have to use my LastFM station. It’s pretty accurate.
~Jimm
1 Iron Maiden -Strange World
2 Adam & josh’s funky funky universe – Smooth (Funky Alienation)
3 NoMeansNo -Give Me the Push!
4 Hüsker Dü -Never Talking to You Again
5 Julia Kent -Barajas
6 Harold Budd/Brian Eno – Late October
7 Joni Mitchell – Jericho
8 Black Sabbath – Looking For Today
9 Misfits- Walk Among Us
10 Gavin Bryars – The Sinking of the Titanic
11 My Brightest Diamond – Dragonfly
12 Rush – Before and After
13 Billy Sheehan – Somethin’s Gotta Give
14 Miles Davis – Smooch
15 Mike Keneally & Beer for Dolphins – I Will
16 David Bowie – Running Gun Blues
17 Willie Nelson – She’s Not for You
18 Down – Nothing In Return (Walk Away)
19 Godspeed You! Black Emperor – Gathering Storm
20 Patti Smith – Free Money
‘cept for 14, 17 & 20, these are pretty much some of my favorite songs, ever.
Anonymous said…
Friday, June 09, 2006 1:16:00 PM
Friday, June 09, 2006 1:20:00 PM
About a tenner basically? Sure, why not? I wanna know what fecal coffee tastes like.
Saturday, June 10, 2006 1:21:00 AM
Monday, June 19, 2006 10:16:00 AM
Better start putting this together.
~Jimm
Tuesday, August 15, 2006 8:10:00 PM
http://www.animalcoffee.com/products/index.cfm/cat/dlx-box/id/4/show/details/
but look!
COFFEE SEASON SPECIAL
August is coffee season and we have located a good quantity of kopi luwak over the past month, particularly Robusta. At this time and until our stocks become limited we are pleased to announce a special offer.
For every purchase of Robusta coffee of any size, either in a Standard Box or as a coffee pouch, we will double the quantity of coffee and include it in your order in a separate coffee pouch. As an example, if you order a 1lb Standard Box which includes 1lb of Robusta kopi luwak, we will also send you 1lb of Robusta kopi luwak in a separate pouch.
I will adjust the price per portion to include the “free portion”. Also I will go but the price of the bagged coffee so that your price does not include the box & extras.
~Jimm