Tuesday, November 30, 2004

This Week in Exemplary Human Behavior

Holy Shit!

In which the Ministry rewards its loyal readers with a seat on the Group W Bench, next to the father-rapers and mother-stabbers:


Posted by on 11/30/04 at 02:47 PM
Holy Shit! • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

One Shot, One Grin

War

Loyal reader Othershoe shares this AP photo of a Mosul sniper in action with his nifty lens-cover.  Nothing like a sniper with a sense of humor:


Posted by on 11/24/04 at 01:11 PM
War • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Yiddish with Dick and Jane

Just So You Know

Click here.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/24/04 at 04:04 AM
Just So You KnowPermalink

Oh My God It Burns!

The Miracle of Science

Science for the everyman.

Confronted about their methodology, these daring (not to say reckless) scientists had this to say:

Um, why didn’t you guys do the test double-blind?

Scienticians often are forced to take short-cuts to make giant king sized leaps of advancement in the field of boozahology. You’ll also notice that the crackers weren’t sterile, the glasses were barely clean, and there was a conspicuous lack of any saftey gear. Sometimes, you just have to stare down the barrel of progress and hope there’s not one sitting in the chamber.

Hat tip: mapgirl.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/24/04 at 03:07 AM
The Miracle of Science • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Thank You (For Talking To Me Africa)

Music Wonkery

Malian music legend Ali Farka Tour� once said of his home, “For some people, Timbuktu is a place at the end of nowhere. But that’s not true--I’m from Timbuktu, and I can tell you that it’s right in the center of the world.” Mr. Tour� (I’ve met him, he’s reserved, dignified and courteous, and possessed of a sober gravitas that makes it Mister Tour� to you) might have been engaging in a little hyperbole since every thinking person knows that Boston is the Hub of the Universe, but a little hyperbole is more than forgivable in light of the long and rich history of the kingdoms of Mali.

Ali Farka Tour� himself is a farmer and local (what… chief? mayor? paterfamilias?), who tends to his village first and his music second. In 1995, he begged off a US tour claiming that he could not leave his home because if he did, he risked losing his land in an armed skirmish. When in 1998, one of his US labels, Hannibal, wanted to record a new record with him Tour� insisted the producers bring a mobile recording rig to his compound at Niafunk�. The stunning resulting album, aptly titled Niafunk�, was recorded whenever farm chores did not press and whenever the mood struck to pick up his guitar.

In 2000, Tour� decided to come to the USA for one last tour before devoting all his time to a village irrigation project. I was lucky enough to see his New York date, August 8, 2000, and I can’t ever forget it. A big man in person, on stage he looked ten feet tall, wielding his electric guitar like it was a toy and wrenching from it some of the most searing melodies I have ever heard. He was playful, switching between guitar and njerka (a small one-stringed fiddle) and stopping to explain to the New York audience what he was singing about in the eleven languages he writes in.  About halfway through the show, he struck on the game of lifting his leg way up in the air and bringing it down onto the stage with a huge *boom*. His band worked the *boom* into the deep percolating groove they had built, and soon Tour� was *boom*ing away, each one accented by a chord from his guitar that sounded like trees breaking in the wind.  The entire night was unforgettable and absolutely one of a kind. Ali Farka Tour� is often compared to John Lee Hooker, whose elemental blues sound seemed to emanate from some half-remembered Mali of the mind, but on that night Ali Farka Tour� sounded like Timbuktu.

Before the show, I shared a cab with record producer and Hannibal label owner Joe Boyd, who asked me about African music and what I thought about it. I mentioned Ali Farka Tour�, Johnny Clegg, Fela Kuti and a few others before bringing up Angelique Kidjo, who had just released her pop-inflected album Oremi the previous year. Boyd looked at me quizzically and said, “you like that? That speaks to you?” I admitted that it didn’t really, it just sounded nice, and he told me that someday, smart kid that I was, I would figure it out, I would get it.

Later that night, I got it.

I bring all this up not because Ali Farka Tour� has a new album out but because I was reminded of him and his effect on me today by another group drawing on West African traditions. Called ”Fula Flute,” after a particular style of flute playing native to the Fulani people of Guinea in which the player sings into the flute as he plays, they have been playing east coast dates over the past couple of years. (The group is composed of a Canadian, a jazz-trained New York bassist, several Malian griots (roughly, hereditary storytellers/bards/historians), and Bailo Bah, the Fuilani flutist.) Working on a smaller scale than the larger than life Ali Farka Tour�, Fula Flute showcase a nearly-extinct and deeply enthralling folk tradition that (like so many nearly dead folk traditions), begs for a wider audience. I’m on their mailing list, and was notified today that they have a nifty video out in Quicktime which showcases both the Fula flute style and the rolling percussion typical of West African music. Good, interesting, unusual, and beautiful. They’ve got it.

[wik] The title of this post has changed. A scratched copy of White Lion’s album “Pride” to the first person who can tell me what the new title refers to.

[also wik] Also posted to blogcritics.org


Posted by Johno on 11/23/04 at 05:45 PM
Music WonkeryPermalink

Dolphins protect us from sharks, but what good are they against giant fighting robots?

Just So You Know

Our closest allies in the animal kingdom, the dolphins, were recently reported as having taken decisive action last month to protect a group of human tourists from the scourge of shark terrorism.  Four New Zealanders swimming in the ocean near Whangarei on New Zealand’s North Island when a pod of dolphins suddenly pushed the four swimmers together and began circling them.

At first the New Zealanders were concerned at this action, feeling perhaps that overzealous dolphin border police were concerned at some passport violation.  But then swimmer Rob Howes saw the angry fin of a three meter long fundamentalist Great White terrorist shark, and understood the reason for the dolphins’ behavior.

“They had corralled us up to protect us,” he said.

The dolphin counter-terror force circled the swimmers for another forty minutes before declaring the area secure and allowing the swimmers to return to shore.  Dolphin sources report that an average of seven to ten humans are killed each year by shark terrorists.  They urge caution when visiting the oceans because, “The oceans cover three fourths of the globe, and there are only so many dolphins.  While we’ve had notable successes in curbing shark terrorist activity, the ocean remains a breeding ground for shark extremism.” A dolphin spokesman at their embassy at Sea world endorsed this webpage giving helpful tips to avoid becoming the victim of shark extremist violence.

While some have accused the dolphins of pursuing a imperialist policy in regard to counter-terror actions in shark national homelands, it is clear that the sacrifice of brave dolphins in the DDF and Dolphin constabulary are the reason that there are so few shark attacks on humans.  Some dolphin supporters even believe that without the strong arm tactics of our dolphin allies, we would be facing the scourge of shark terrorism in the streets of our cities and towns. 

Despite the shrill attacks of those who accuse the dolphins of being frontmen for human imperialism in the oceans, or the obstructionism of our so-called allies the orcas; we owe a debt of gratitude to our finned allies, for holding the line against fundamentalist terror in the oceans.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/23/04 at 03:18 PM
Just So You Know • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Monday, November 22, 2004

To Our Brothers in the Piedrivers’ Local 114

Lead Pipe Cruelty

Loyal reader #0017 (EDog) notes that pizza delivery drivers in Detroit are trying to start a national union of pizza drivers, arguing “the large chains have been taking advantage of them for years.”

Well, yeah. That’s why a union won’t fly. It’s also why there’s no union in the music industry or the temp agency world. Any job that requires marginal skills and draws on a mobile or unstable workforce can never unionize: there are literally hundreds of people who would gladly kill you for your shitty job.

But still, good luck guys. If you succeed, and my pizza is late, am I gonna have to file a grievance?


Posted by Johno on 11/22/04 at 09:04 PM
Lead Pipe Cruelty • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

This week in exemplary human behavio(u)r

Perfidy Attacks

This week is a double issue of our review of exemplary behavior, in which the Ministry offers eleven stories of people who, by their very existence, prove that it is in fact possible to get pregnant via anal intercourse.


Posted by Johno on 11/22/04 at 08:31 PM
Perfidy Attacks • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Sunday, November 21, 2004

No, Really, We’re The Good Guys

Partisan Politics

From the what-the-hell-were-they-thinking department: Two committee members just got the unlimited ability to look at anyone’s tax return, through what GOP leaders are (probably truthfully) calling a screw-up

Makes you wonder about the legislative process in general.  What other little time bombs are waiting in these huge bills? 


Posted by Ross on 11/21/04 at 02:44 PM
Partisan Politics • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

I Come To Praise Feeder

Music Wonkery

From the best-bands-ever department, the UK’s Feeder is sort of becoming my favorite brit-guitar rock band.  Like maybe ever?  Yeah, ever.  Until something better comes along.  Grant Nicholas first caught my attention on Junkie XL’s latest, on a track called “Broken”.  Great stuff, so I checked out where he came from and bought Comfort in Sound, Feeder’s latest.  What shines through every Feeder song are beautiful melodies, against a pretty hard (and perfectly sparse) background. 

Moving backwards in time, I picked up Polythene, Feeder’s brilliant 1997 debut.  Why have I not heard of this band?  Every track on Polythene works perfectly.  Favorites include “Crash” and “Radiation”. 

Guess I’m stuck in a dream
Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground,
As I stare at the trees,
I see one fall down on my hand.
As i start to explore,
I can’t ignore a man,
He turn his head around,
His face was all worn by the sun.

I’m going out for a while,
So i can get high with my friends,
I will,
I’m going out for a while,
Don’t wait up cause i won’t be home,
Today.

Drifting down the road,
Losing myself in a dream,
Feel my hands getting cold,
Sat in a boat on a lake...

You know, now that I read them, the lyrics are pretty damn depressing a lot of the time.  Trust me on this: You’ll never notice while you’re listening, ‘cause you’ll be too busy singing along in the car, like an idiot.  Yeah, you.

Feeder’s middle two CDs were never released in America, so I hit Amazon to get’em, and got’em for $15 each from prompt, item-as-described auction zealots.  Echo Park is the one I’m not quite into yet, but the fans out there assure me I will be, by the reviews.  Yesterday came too soon has the same brilliance as Polythene and Comfort...

Crossing bridges over water
A new reflection creeping in
Got your head so full of traffic
The love pollution’s setting in


Posted by Ross on 11/21/04 at 02:29 PM
Music Wonkery • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Friday, November 19, 2004

Living amongst the Irish

Filthy Lucre

Does anybody know how well one could live on a salary of say, 75,000 euro in Dublin?


Posted by Buckethead on 11/19/04 at 11:14 PM
Filthy Lucre • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

The Buckethead Gourmet III

Entertainment

Deserts are often boring.  Tastes: vanilla, chocolate, berry.  Textures: cake, mousse, ice cream.  This is a fairly limited palate.  One day in the middle of a field in Deleware, I was in an iron chef cooking contest and came up with something different:

Apples a la Buckethead

This is a simple recipe, and takes only minutes to prepare.

Ingredients:

  • Two apples
  • Olive oil
  • Brown Sugar
  • Cinnamon
  • Finely diced hot pepper
Wedge and core the apples.  Drizzle a couple tablespoons of olive oil (regular vegtetable oil will work in a pinch) into a skillet over medium to medium high heat.  Throw in the apples, sprinkle a few pinches of brown sugar and a teaspoon of cinnamon over them.  Add as much of the hot peppers as you dare.  Cook for three to four minutes, stirring frequently.  Serve by itself or over vanilla ice cream.

This desert is utterly simple to make, yet doesn’t taste like any other desert I’ve had.  The spice is mellowed a bit by the sweetness of the apples, and the combination is divine.  For a twist, substitute pears for apples.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/19/04 at 10:58 PM
Entertainment • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Out of my way! I’m famous!

Entertainment

The Ministry is pleased to find five of its pet recipes included in the 14th edition of Carnival of the Recipes. There’s some really good sounding stuff over there, and not all of it is ours. Check it out!


Posted by Johno on 11/19/04 at 09:19 PM
Entertainment • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Blogging Tards

Darwin Award Contender

Well, it’s blogging about tards.  They aren’t really up to blogging themselves.  Cruel, to be sure; but as one who once took care of the little buggers, it’s also ripping funny.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/19/04 at 02:28 PM
Darwin Award Contender • (0) TrackbacksPermalink

Interweb Critter Blasting

That Buck Rogers Stuff

This is a beautiful idea, so long as we don’t let it get into the hands of the robots.  Then, it’s a very, very bad idea.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/19/04 at 02:27 PM
That Buck Rogers Stuff • (1) TrackbacksPermalink
Page 1 of 4 pages  1 2 3 >  Last »