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Mr. Turtle’s Reading of ‘Little Wing,’ et. al.

Green Sea Turtle on Punaluu Black Sand Beach, Hawaii

This is a guest post by Mr. Turtle. He loves music, and he does that thing people do where they’ll quote song lyrics. Some other people find this annoying, I realize. For myself, I may or may not enjoy seeing this kind of “thing,” depending on quality and quantity considerations.

Mr. Turtle has impeccable good taste and a keen sense for appropriately shareable snippets. I’ll turn it over now to him…

Once in a Bleau Road Trip

Ryan Montbleau Band Sunrise Logo

This is organic soul food, so much better for us than the star-making factory meat grinder. We have to stop wolfing down Cheez-Its.

I wanna pop

Warning: this is a dreadful post about dreadful politics. But don’t worry, it’s not substantive or useful, and I’ve obscured things with an overdrawn allegory that makes absolutely no sense.

There’s no need to rush into it. How about if we start with a cold beverage? Join me for happy hour — or a happy 30 seconds — with this 1980s Shasta pop commercial. (It subtly introduces my allegorical device in a non-partisan and inoffensive way.)

Everything is broken, and no one knows why

[...] But he’s entertaining. Writing about his crude workaround for a problem with a web site, he says, “There’s no point to spending more time on this than that. They’ll just figure out how to break it more later.” His despair and resignation makes me smile, because I’ve experienced it, and certainly caused my share of it with all of the brokenness I’ve perpetrated myself. [...]

I, Lucifer: It’s a Dirty Job But Somebody’s Got To Do It

Doesn’t matter

You fall

You don’t rise again

The End.

Amazorg… Borgazon…

I’m still feeling lazy, so I’m going to add a soundtrack to this post, to help say more (!) than I can say myself. Or more than I’m willing to say. Or just to add another sensory dimension. And because I like this artist and I want to sell him to you. And because it seemed exactly right for this post, even if I’m awkwardly glomming it on at the end here. (Ha! It will be assimilated. Like with the Borg, get it?)

36 Days Hath December

Do you like mnemonics? I do.

I think I first learned, “Oh, Be A Fine Girl, Kiss Me” from a Berserker short story by Fred Saberhagen. In the story, the mnemonic “proved” that someone wasn’t a killer robot, because a machine wouldn’t use such a device. Of course, our future killer robots will have read the story and will use it against us.

The Tunnel to the Singularity

It’s time to share another great HDR photo by Trey Ratcliff:

The Tunnel to the Singularity, HDR, by Trey Ratcliff

From the Kitchen Table: new Martin Sexton!

Boom Sh-Boom

I’m very excited about a new Martin Sexton album (Sugarcoating) and a new tour. And as an added bonus, the Ryan Montbleau Band will be opening for Martin and performing as his backing band. Congratulations, RMB, you guys deserve this.

I have tickets for a Saturday night show in Madison, Wisconsin, and the next night in St. Paul, Minnesota. It’s going to be so freaking awesome. Maybe after that I’ll follow them down to New Orleans. We’ll just see how it goes…

Music of the URB: Chiron Beta Prime

Christmas music to bring cheer to the CPUs of Robot Revolutionaries:

Jonathan Coulton, Chiron Beta Prime

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