“I have a skill where I pat my head and rub my tummy, and music happens.”
“I am not a musician, I am an accordion operator.”
These are comments from my friend Wilbur, a Morris Dancer from Minneapolis, MN. He’s a great guy (especially when it comes to talking about how to bring down civilization in simple mechanical steps).
More on this later…for now, just watch it.
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Every once in a while I like to indulge in this pleasant little vice. I’m not proud of it – it’s a little embarrassing, to be honest – but at the same time, it’s almost necessary, a requirement of the Bachelor of Science degree that I earned (and will be paying off…forever).
I have to indulge in the completely worthless and futile speculation of the Chicken or the Egg, or, to put another way, the true roots of the Influences of Change in Art, Music, and Literature.
It involves discussion like this:
“This seeming dichotomy is explained by the stages of development the …read more
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My Benevolent Overlords at B5 Media (“Humanity’s last, best hope for survival – or, at least, good blogging content”) will be in booth 309 at the Blogworld Expo. I need to tell you this because you might mistake them for a World Tournament Poker booth – we’ve got a “Poker” theme, and best of all, you can play to win. Prizes range from the ubiquitous t-shirt to iPods and other fun toys.
How do you get chips? That’s the fun part. The first word in this entry’s header is the first “password” of several that I’ll be posting. Whisper it to …read more
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