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Where did Untitled 1 go? I must have missed that story...
uh oh
oops?
I believe that should be "Untitled Also".
This is the kind of insightful analysis of current events that I regularly look to BoingBoing to provide. Thanks for not letting us down!
Either that, or Mark is letting one of his chickens be this week's guest blogger.
informative
empty post, I do implore
plague me, plague me nevermore
your lack of content makes me dread
the silence screaming in my head.
So Takuan had the last word?
That figgers...
Beats YA ukulele post.
Personally, I appreciate the minimalistic angle of this story. You can, quite literally, read into it any meaning you choose.
The sequel!
Ohh, I get it. The first one was a year ago. Aiming for another most popular post.
http://www.boingboing.net/2008/04/24/untitled-1.html
Nicheplayer...YA STEAMPUNK UKULELES ARE A CIVIL LIBERTY! BAD COPS BEATING A YA STEAMPUNK UKULELE PLAYER!
With a side of Steampunk! Steampunk! Steampunk!
That is all.
almost profound, and yet...
it's been done before.
Junglemonkey, I had the same chicken-post though.
Comment 13.
Unrelated to untitled: here's some nice and silly ukulele songs, featuring Kate Micucci who we've seen on BB before:
http://garfunkelandoates.com/
Yay. Untitled 2 is my hero.
Is this what we can expect when Wolfram/Alpha takes over?
X: So, what should we title it?
Y: Something generic, that no one will want to look at.
X: Dude, nobody better EVER see this but us!
Y: Let's call it, 'Old Applications'.
X: OK. I guess that's ambiguous enough of a title...
Y: That's the whole point. We can't leave it untitled.
Nice post about the wisdom of FOX NEWS! You covered it all in a fair and balances way.
Squiff
Is it just me, or is Mark breaking into some new threshold of the conscious metaverse?
What does *it* all mean?
I think get it, Frauenfelder, I think get it.
Untitled 2: Electric Boogaloo!
Oh the Duality!
Simpsons did it.
"Untitled" is the only one-word oxymoron.
posted by ink Where did Untitled 1 go? I must have missed that story...
It was unpublished. Untitled 2 is a pre-unpublished post.
there are more comments on this than most the posts on here lol
#11 - Speaking as an old man who plays the banjo, is a card-carrying member of the RIAA, and smashes every steam-powered contraption I see with a sledgehammer, I really have nothing to say on this site.
"It was unpublished. Untitled 2 is a pre-unpublished post."
That's right. There's a new Sci-Fi title by and for young adults coming out soon that has the backstory. Watch for Cory's review....
YOU are Untitled Number Six!
hey Sammich! Wotcha!
@14:
Another sensationalist headline. I'm Frank Lee Appalled.
Retitled:
A wizard did it.(Wait, that's played out and un-hep. Disregard.)
@14 & @30:
Come the Revolution, we will all be Untitled. We'll refer to one another only as Comrade.
Sequels hardly ever surpass the original.
yay, the long awaited sequel!
Yet again, Boing Boing posts about the same thing twice. Honestly, if it happens again I'm demanding a refund.
I can't think of any other blog where an empty post would prompt over thirty responses. :D
Toasting in epic bread.
I like the part where they use the taser on the naked guy with the small wang.
There never was an Untitled 1. It is your mind that's blank. Or maybe the company that ran the DRM server went out of business.
April 24, 2:16 PM -- Annual Universal Untitled Minute?
Frankly, Mark, you've done this before (going back to the well, eh?) - but I must admit, your characterization and plotting are MUCH improved over your previous efforts along these lines - bravo, my good sir, bravo!
And don't forget to feed the cat.
Another knife
∞, part 2
This is the post to cleanse the angst of those whose sensibilities are disturbed by unicorn chasers. Null void chaser.
It's still better than reading about yet-more-homemade-steampunk.
Untitled 42
So Mark, did you carefully wait until exactly 2:16, or did you edit the time afterwards?
D'oh!
unread
I'm so glad to see my favorite BoingBoing feature return! Love it!
Great way to cap off a solid week of postings. You should have Maggie do an untitled prequel, "untitled 0" she always has an interesting perspective.
The only place I've seen more response to less post is http://orwelldiaries.wordpress.com/ , in response to "One egg" a few months ago.
Oh, and @42: 100% agreed.
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I never saw "untitled 1", so I'm a little lost.
Guest Blogger: John Cage
Filters, Filters, the sublime elevation of the lifter and the filters!
Damn, spaces didn't register in my #49 - it looked better in preview...
So alternately,
"I, for one, welcome our new inscrutable overlords."
Web zen?
yer kidding?
http://boingboing.net/2008/04/24/untitled-1.html
TGIF
How can one not be moved to respond to such simple elegance?
I don't understand how this has anything to do with a Directory of Wonderful Things. This sort of article has a place, and that's Daily Kos or maybe even Huffington Post. Please stop turning BoingBoing into a political board, Mark!
OH MY GOD! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! MAKE IT STOP!
I see..hmm.. interesting. It's so profound and inspiring...hmmmm......
There is no emptiness, nor is there any lack of it.
I can see the fnords.
damn - usually there's porn in these thing : (
No, that's bullshit. There is no way that you could steampunk a narwhal with a guestblogger using only Cory Doctorow's surveillance cameras and a ukulele and make a vintage ad for llama bacon. You'd wind up with a longhorse.
How much did Untitled pay BB for this post?!?!?!!!!
oh, and in case you hadn't noticed, this is the one year anniversary of untitled 1.....
Bolder, starker, untitleder!
I find this article extremely offending. Mark I never knew this was your opinion.
"Untie 'Til 2:00?"
Is this what was redacted from the latest torture memo?
Yes sir. I'll tell them.
People, this is a telepathic article.
Mark is transmitting a mental video of a unicorn galloping away from a young lady who is sitting in a field of daisies, crying.
The unicorn has a broken ukelele skewered on its horn. It's a very sad scene, yet hilarious, because the girl can't play worth a shit.
Can you see it now?
"I wish I had an evil twin."
http://blip.fm/profile/trent_reznor/blip/7666407
But some Black Angus mini-cheeseburgers from TJ's will do just fine.
To answer everyone's question, Yes.
buffer overflow
4/24 Happy International Untitled Day!
@14, @30 & @32 totally in agreement
☭ pouring a little untitled on the ground for all the fallen [untitled] out there...
If you want nothing to be something, you have to use it sparingly.
Good, after last year I was feeling entitled to an untitled 2. Toodle-loo!
Aw come on, folks, last year's made it over 1k posts!! We uns gotsa ways ta go!! w00t
So I guess I will see everyone again this time next year? Or should I say "see nothing?"
Well, as this is a perceptual universe, those who fail to see the post above should go and get their neurochemistry tweaked until it falls into compliance and then it will all be clear to you too.
I think Mark is proving once and for all that the hardware will dictate the available perceptions, and thus the resulting sensory inputs, which create a model in the brain/mind, which is assumed ti have some level of coherence with an exterior "reality".
In other words; "teach it phenomenology, Pinback"
Hey, did Mark ever reply or comment on the Original?
H A P P Y - B I R T H D A Y !
In a world without content, one man stands alone.
Coming this summer...
Untitled 2 ... this time, it's personal.
It should be taken as a form of flattery that your errors are attended with such an outpouring of love.
If they thought you were a newb, they would carve you into little pieces and feed you to the gay fish.
Little has changed since the halcyon days of 1986, or 1993, or Y2K, or .
snarky comment
The rest of my comment was couched in sharp brackets. Apparently, the system thought it was html. Oh well, I'll let it stand.
@99 clever yet cutting remark
OK. I don't like the way it keeps stripping out the white space after the punctuation.
crushing rejoinder
i like pineapples.
backpedalling remark followed by statement of self-justification
childish retort!
with the light comes the dark...
ghey!
HITLER!
Good to find out the full story about Violet Blue finally,
further awkward and multi-paragraph self-justification statement.
@108 reference to adage
The lesson to be learned here is that PLURR was right. Words to live by: PLURR IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
http://boingboing.net/2008/04/24/untitled-1.html
Read comment #6.
This is nothing. The first drafts of Untitled 3 were leaked to the net a month ago, and it totally pwns Untitled 2. See you next year!
thinly disguised racist attack
Happy birthday Untitled !
After careful consideration, I've decided not to post a comment.
@114 unverifiable personal claim
lewd double entendre segueing to dubious and clumsy Internet luring attempt
Also,
Can you really use that kind of language on such a popular site?
...it doesn't do anything, that's the beauty of it...
Ceci n'est pas un... never mind.
tearful appeal for mutual understanding
Middle Post!
120 plus comments on a blank post. Incredible that there is so much wit laying around with nothing to do...
We should figure out a way to harness it toward productive ends.
You know, I just wanted to say: thank all of you for this. It's nice to know that I am not alone in being a mutant.
spam
@#124
that's what i sed the first time...
http://boingboing.net/2008/04/24/untitled-1.html
#133
what to say to nothing...
nothing will come of nothing?
that's not right.
the first one is up to #2507 and people are still commenting on it...
it would be nice if i had something profound to say about this but, alas, i do not.
see you next year!
NSFW
you know... for kids!
It's sublime and in-your-face avant-garde all at once. Notice how the artist used subtle brush strokes to meld white with off-white. And if you stand back about 15 feet, you can see a puppy.
Hey Lazlo, it's a meme.
Hey Antinous. It's a meme. (I still love the song).
Subtle. Almost too subtle but you successfully threaded the needle just so - and that takes balls. It's a fine line between overly-simplified and pretentiously stark.
419 letter
Stark. But with a touch of whimsy.
self aggrandizing wry comment about dadaist art.
I read Untitled 2 for four minutes and thirty-three seconds. John Cage was playing in my head the whole time.
@33 hey :)
The comments on this post have made it one of my favorite BB articles of all time.
zomgwereallgonnadierunhide.
brimstone and damnation to the infidels
James Cameron should have authored this post. He knows sequels.
Was this post disemconsonanted as well as disemvoweled?
-- MrJM
Was this post disemconsonanted as well as disemvoweled.
-- MrJM
Obligatory "This is Just To Say" parody
Disempunctuated as well, MrJM
I find this very derivative of Untitled 1. Maybe this should be featured in a new section, Boingboinged: BB's Greatest Hits
This time, it's personal?
I just realized that I Rickrolled Untitled 1. I'm in a Rickrut.
We already have Dada Comics... oh wait, this isn't TV Tropes Wiki's "You Know That Thing Where" section.
It's not untitled; Chuck Norris just hasn't bothered to name it yet.
All your untitled posts are belong to us
It makes sense that disemvoweling might render a post inconsonant.
Oooh! I like it. It has a certain style to it...
The correct answer to "I'm just saying." is "...but still." But, "Fuck you, asshole." is acceptable.
#136 Telecustard:
Shoot, now I can't get that Cage piece out of my head. So... quiet...
Wait, what's that sound, like two girls humming in the next room...?
It's the air going through my nostrils. !! THE LONLINESS!
Cage's 4' 33" actually has 3 distinct movements. This post must be the second of them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUJagb7hL0E
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9a/Enso_circle.jpg
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Takuan, you're on a roll!
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me!
shall we dance?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8CSjDC18b0&feature=PlayList&p=EAB59184E0B525DB&index=0
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/20560
Don't make me comment again or I'll...
Brian Eno called. He wants his meme back.
kuranku it-to!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJsEYwguuj8
http://www.ugallery.com/ProductDetail.aspx?ProductID=5027
Sunyata
I recognize the pixels
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AY62QByUYJQ
uncomment
Too bad that "untitled 2" can't be put to the Benny Hill theme song. The circle of memes would finally be complete.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s3WAULJN5A
Watch out! Cory's copyrighted the post name "Untitled 2" and is going to sue Mark under the DMCA.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMK51m64UWE
The last time this story was posted it was
a complete hit, and so I dared not to miss
the comments on this reprint, which once
again, have not let me down.
Keep up the excellent work you guys.
Tenn, Sister Y, Pipenta, all, all those absent and silent, I conjure and adjure thee, rise, come forth!
Thou art summoned.
surrealist dadaism unites with blogging
creating a non-post with non-comments
non=sense
Awesomeness The Sequel!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER5AZDzrvRk
If you ever need 180ish replies to something, make sure that something is really nothing.
When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara was engaged in the practice of the deep Prajnaparamita, he perceived that there are the five Skandhas and these he saw in their self-nature to be empty.
"O Sariputra, form is here emptiness, emptiness is form; form is no other than emptiness, emptiness is no other than form; that which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness is form. The same can be said of sensation, thought, confection, and consciousness.
"O Sariputra, all things here are characterized with emptiness: they are not born, they are not annihilated; they are not tainted, they are not immaculate; they do not increase, they do not decrease. Therefore, O Sariputra, in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, no thought, no confection, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; no form, sound, colour, taste, objects;no Dhatu of vision, till we come to no Dhatu of consciousness; there is no knowledge, no ignorance, till we come to there is no old age and death, no extinction of old age and death; there is no suffering, no accumulation, no annihilation, no path; there is no knowledge, no attainment, no realization, because there is no attainment. In the mind of the Bodhisattva who dwells depending on the Prajnaparamita there are no obstacles; and going beyond the perverted views, he reaches final Nirvana. All the Buddhas of the past, present, and future, depending on the Prajnaparamita, attain to the highest perfect enlightenment'
"Therefore, one ought to know that the Prajnaparamita is the great Mantram, the Mantram of great wisdom, the highest Mantram, the peerless Mantram, which is capable of allaying all pain; it is truth because it is not falsehood; this is the Mantram proclaimed in the Prajnaparamita. It runs: 'Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi, svaha!'
...or, as RW Emerson put it:
"Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball-I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me-I am part or particle of God.The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances-master or servant, is then a trifle, and a disturbance. I am a lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. "
om.....
"... Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein."
-- Friedrich Nietzsche, Jenseits von Gut und Böse: Aphorismus Nr. 146
The esteemed Mark Frauenfelder was born atop a rough raft made of fence rails as it plunged down the flood-swollen creek what swallowed up his mama. He was adopted by a snarling pack of timberwolves and rocked in a twelve-foot snapping turtle's shell. Weaned on rattlesnake eggs and whisky, he used a spoon made from a buffalo hoof with an eagle's leg as a handle.
Grown to maturity, Frauenfelder is wont to eat a bushelful of bear steaks, salted with hail, peppered with buckshot, and sizzled over thunderbolts he catches and breaks to the bit. Able to whip his weight in any manner of wild beasts, he prefers his wildcat steaks raw.
He'll squeeze the wind out of grizzly bears, taking care not to squeeze 'em too hard, leap mighty rivers, drag stalled steamboats, and blow out brush fires. For solid comfort he sleeps on an alligator skin pillow stuffed with Indian scalps, and wakes to a breakfast of razorback ham and hedgeapple squeezins.
You might as well try to dry up the Mississippi with a broomstraw, or draw this 'ere stump from under my feet with a harnessed gad-fly, as to convince me that I's gwine see a man half as tough or twice as hairy as Frauenfelder. Why, thems that aim to outdo him ain't as intellectual as your common sized shad. Fellers, he's a hull team with two bull-dogs under the wagon and tarbucket, he is!
If'n there's anybody this side of anywhar the sun done blisters the cactustops what thinks they can wallop Frauenfelder, well then let him show himself!
Boys, he goes in for the American Eagle, claws, stars, stripes, 'n all! And may I bust my everlastin' button-holes ef he don't knock down, drag out, and gouge everybody as denies him.
A limousine pulls away from in front of a concrete blockhouse. Inside,
members of Team Banzai are going through various final checklists. A
technician is seated at a control console.
ED:
T minus six zero three and holding, laser positive, latch compressors.
PROF. HIKITA is at another console.
PROF. HIKITA:
Multistage axial compressors... latched.
Fuel pressure eighteen hundred pounds.
Outside, the ground crew rolls the jet car into position.
A Marine officer walks into the blockhouse and talks to GENERAL CATBURD.
GENERAL CATBURD:
You're kidding. He's still at the hospital? ... Banzai hasn't showed
yet, Mr. Secretary. Looks like he's got cold feet.
PERFECT TOMMY and RENO NEVADA, two of the Hong Kong Cavaliers, are sitting off
to the side. PERFECT TOMMY is reading a newspaper. He looks up.
PERFECT TOMMY:
Well, better go see what's keepin' the boss, Reno.
RENO NEVADA:
Why me?
PERFECT TOMMY:
'Cause I'm busy.
Cut to a hospital operating room. BUCKAROO BANZAI and NEW JERSEY, wearing
scrubs, are at the operating table.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
May I have the curved Yasargil, please?
NURSE'S VOICE:
It's not here, Dr. Banzai.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Ahhh... let me have the straight one then.
NEW JERSEY:
See, this is the point, for me, where it started to look like a
problem. You know, I wanted to sacrifice the procentral vein in
order to get some exposure, but because of this guy's normal
variation, I got excited, and all of a sudden I didn't know
whether I was looking at the procentral vein, or one of the
internal cerebral veins, or the vein of Galen, or the vasular
vein of Rosenthal. So, on my own, to me, at this point, I was
ready to say that's it, let's get out.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
You can check your anatomy all you want, and even though there may
be normal variation, when you get right down to it, this far inside
the head it _all_ looks the same.
No, no, no, no. Don't tug on that. You never know what it might be
attached to.
Cut to desert, then to interior of blockhouse.
ED:
APU vents are closed, it looks good.
Cut to observer's gallery outside the operating room. RAWHIDE is dictating
into a tape recorder.
RAWHIDE:
Dr. Banzai is using a laser to vaporize the pineal tumor without
damaging the quadrigeminal plate. Subcutaneous microphones are
gonna allow the patient to transmit verbal instructions to his
own brain.
PA VOICE:
Dr. Banzai's helicopter has arrived.
VOICE:
Like... "raise my left arm"?
RAWHIDE:
Or "throw the harpoon." People are gonna come from all over. This
boy's an Eskimo.
Operating room. BUCKAROO BANZAI and NEW JERSEY have completed the operation.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
You ever thought about joining me full-time?
NEW JERSEY:
What do you mean? Seriously? Do you have an opening?
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Uh huh. Can you sing?
NEW JERSEY:
A little. Yeah. I can dance...
Cut to desert. Crew mills around while a helicopter lands outside
the blockhouse.
VOICE:
We have Buckaroo descending. We have him on the launch stadium
perimeter.
Interior of blockhouse. The countdown continues.
PROF. HIKITA:
Inertial control positive. T minus five four five. Resume counting.
RAWHIDE walks in.
VOICE:
Hey hey, Rawhide!
VOICE:
Hold up, hold Buckaroo's helicopter!
Cut to outside. BUCKAROO BANZAI, wearing black coveralls and hood and
carrying a battered leather briefcase, is walking towards the jet car.
VOICE:
We are go for launch.
Interior of blockhouse. GENERAL CATBURD, carrying cup of coffee, walks over to
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM.
GENERAL CATBURD:
I'm teeing off in an hour and a half. What's this jalopy supposed
to do, anyway?
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM:
Five hundred miles an hour.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE:
Oh, Senator, you're so gullible.
Outside. BUCKAROO BANZAI climbs into jet car, crew member shuts door, passes
briefcase to him through the open window.
VOICE:
Clear the launch grid, please clear the launch grid.
Last-minute checks continue. BUCKAROO BANZAI settles in, places briefcase on
the seat next to him. Cut to interior of the blockhouse.
ED:
HB88, this is Control. Driver's door check secure.
Outside, crew members in flameproof suits lug fuel hoses around.
In the cockpit of the jet car, BUCKAROO BANZAI adjusts various controls.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Control, this is HB88, commander's voice check, over.
ED:
Roger, HB88, read you two two, out.
Shot of jet car's onboard computer display. An outline of the jet car
appears.
COMPUTER VOICE:
...SINED...
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Control, HB88, event timer started, over.
BUCKAROO BANZAI removes overthruster from its padded case.
ED:
HB88, this is Control. APU start is go. You are on your onboard
computer, over.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Roger, I copy.
Outside, a crew member puts air in one of the jet car's rear tires.
VOICE:
Altimeter set, cross-check. Compasses, cross-check.
VOICE:
Reserve brake system two, ah, closed and guarded. Gear handle - down.
In the cockpit, BUCKAROO BANZAI is pressing various buttons on the
overthruster.
VOICE:
Engine start levers - free, closed, and off.
VOICE:
Number four electric hydraulic pump and press - on, and checked.
VOICE:
Parking brake - set, and press checked.
VOICE:
Radios, radar, and transponder - set, and standby.
BUCKAROO BANZAI puts the overthruster into its gimbaled mount.
Indicator lights and the computer display react. Electric motors whine,
and the overthruster mount swivels back and forth.
ED:
HB88, this is Control. IMU alignment in progress. We show 28
degrees, 36 minutes, 30.3 seconds north, 80 degrees, 36 minutes,
14.8 seconds west, over.
BUCKAROO BANZAI puts headband with Japanese characters on over his hood.
The headband says "seikatsu bei" ("the joy of living").
VOICE:
Synchro is aligned, out.
ED:
HB88, this is Control. Ground crew secure.
Outside, crew members in flameproof suits give BUCKAROO BANZAI thumbs-up
and move clear of the jet car. The car's jet engine begins to spool up as
BUCKAROO BANZAI dons goggles and helmet and lowers the helmet's visor.
Quick cuts between the flame now shooting from jet car's exhaust and crew
members in the blockhouse.
Interior of blockhouse. Countdown clock on the wall switches from 00:13
to 00:12.
VOICE:
INS RAM coordinates. Form One and fuel ticket?
VOICE:
On board. Circuit breakers?
PROF. HIKITA:
Five, four...
ED:
We have main engine start.
PROF. HIKITA:
... three, two, one...
Outside, the jet car accelerates away from the launch grid. Cut between
exterior of jet car and desert outside reflected in BUCKAROO BANZAI's
helmet visor.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Electro-nuclear carburetion seems fine.
In the blockhouse, SENATOR CUNNINGHAM is waving a hand-held fan.
GENERAL CATBURD:
He's fast, I'll give Banzai that. But one heat-seeking missile
and he's history.
Quick cuts between desert, jet car cockpit, and computer display with
Mach meter rapidly increasing from Mach 0.33 to 0.60.
ED:
HB88, this is Control. APU start is go. You are on your onboard
computer, over.
ED:
They are reading you on the localizer downrange. Looks good, over.
Interior of blockhouse. PROF. HIKITA is excited.
PROF. HIKITA:
Speed steady at C one seven nautical. Four hundred and accelerating!
Cut to jet car leaving trail of dust, then the cockpit.
VOICE:
Horizontal velocity is expanding, over.
The jet car is approaching the end of the course. Cut to RAWHIDE, standing
outside speaking into a headset.
RAWHIDE:
Five, four, three...
VOICE:
Here he comes!
RAWHIDE:
... two, one...
The jet car swerves to the left suddenly and leaves the course.
VOICE:
Where's he going?
RAWHIDE:
Yeah ha ha!
Cut to shot from a helicopter pursuing the jet car.
CHASE 1:
He is off course. This is Chase One, over. He has broken trajectory.
The cockpit of the jet car begins to fill with smoke, and alarms go off.
VOICE:
...zero cylinder. There is an immediate fire hazard, over.
Do you read?
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
Roger.
In the blockhouse, the crew members react.
VOICE:
Advise abort, over. Repeat, advise you cancel phase two!
Cut to jet car's onboard computer display, with picture of jet car.
COMPUTER VOICE:
... SEELED ...
Back in the blockhouse, the SECRETARY OF DEFENSE whips off his sunglasses.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE:
What the hell's Phase Two?
Jet car cockpit. BUCKAROO BANZAI retains his cool, though alarms are still
sounding.
BUCKAROO BANZAI:
That's a big no can do.
VOICE:
Are you decompressing, over?
Blockhouse. Crew members are panicking. PROF. HIKITA calmly uncovers
overthruster indicator box by his control console.
VOICE:
He's broken the sound barrier!!
ED:
Mach 1.3. Buckaroo, do you read? Commence braking procedure, over.
PERFECT TOMMY:
Just be cool. She'll hold.
The jet car is racing across flat terrain towards distant mountains.
VOICE:
Access negative. Pneumatic pressure negative.
CHASE 1:
We are in pursuit. He is gaining, over.
ED:
Eject, Buckaroo! EJECT!
VOICE:
HB88, do you read? Do you read, over?
Quick cuts between exterior of jet car and cockpit. A bright blue beam
of light appears leading from the jet car to the mountain. The overthruster
makes various beeping noises.
The side of the mountain rushes up, and BUCKAROO BANZAI breaks through to the
8th dimension.
In the blockhouse, GENERAL CATBURD pounds on a computer console while
PROF. HIKITA calmly watches his overthruster status display, which now
reads "CROSSOVER".
VOICE:
Hotel Bravo eight eight, do you read, over?
VOICE:
What is going on?
Helicopter shot of tire tracks ending at mountainside.
CHASE 1:
This is Chase One. We got his tracks, they go right up to a wall
of rock! Holy shit!
8th dimension sequence continues. Lots of blue flashes and rapidly
moving electron micrographs of radiolarians, protozoa etc.
Something hits the jet car and BUCKAROO BANZAI's helmet comes off.
Cut to cliff. Blue beam bursts through, followed by the jet car.
BUCKAROO BANZAI begins braking procedure. Smoke thickens in the cockpit, and
he fans it away with his hand.
Helicopter shot of the jet car decelerating.
CHASE 2:
This is Chase Two, Chase Two. We see him, we see him.
In the blockhouse, the SECRETARY OF DEFENSE looks surprised as various crew
members cheer. PROF. HIKITA is ecstatic.
VOICE:
Chase Two reports a visual, one hundred miles off course.
Helicopter shot of jet car as a bright red drag chute deploys.
VOICE:
He's gone through it! He's gone through the mountain!
I like snails
You are all wrong for the following reasons:
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While I was a huge fan of Untitled 1, I believe Untitled 2 begins to hint at the shallowness of Mr Frauenfelder's art. Like some artists before him who have mined the same vein ad nauseum, if Mr Frauenfelder isn't careful he may become seen as a one-trick pony.
@ #113
Untitled 3 drafts for next year may have been leaked but so was a treatment for "Untitled 0 - The Prequel". Will be out in 6 months, as the owners figure they may as well make the most of it while on a roll.
Meh.
Pfff. I posted this last week.
And they call the act... "The Aristocrats!"
Photoshopped!
This is the first half of my accidental double post.
This is the second half of my accidental double post.
Erased Willem de Kooning Posting?
Shallow and pedantic. Yes. Lois, this meatloaf is shallow and pedantic.
First!
Damn you Ink, Krex, Wilmo, Pip_R_Lagenta, Junglemonkey, Et al!
re: #186 - I loooove that movie ... but none of my frineds seem to get it.
Yeah, verily, I say unto thee, Mark Frauenfelder, that thou hast kicked ass once again.
Untitled
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The word untitled refers to something that has no title. Documents, works of art, musical works, and other works can be untitled. Generally, an untitled work is the result of a conscious choice by the artist or creator not to apply a title. However, many computer programs will use untitled as a default title for documents, images, or other files.
Some works have a paradoxical title of Untitled.
Contents
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* 1 Works with the title "Untitled"
o 1.1 Music
+ 1.1.1 Albums
+ 1.1.2 Songs
o 1.2 Television
o 1.3 Film
o 1.4 Video art
* 2 Works that have no title
o 2.1 Music
+ 2.1.1 Albums
+ 2.1.2 Songs and singles
o 2.2 Sculpture
* 3 See also
Works with the title "Untitled"
The following list includes works that have been released with the official title "Untitled" (or a derivative), as determined by product labeling or other acknowledgement from its producers.
Music
Albums
* (Untitled) by The Byrds
* Untitled by Terri Walker
* Untitled by Five Pointe O
* Untitled by R. Kelly
* Untitled by Korn
* Untitled #23 by The Church
Songs
* "Untitled (The Smashing Pumpkins song)" by The Smashing Pumpkins (a previously unreleased track from their 2001 greatest hits compilation, Rotten Apples)
* "Sugar/Untitled" by Khanoda
* "UNTITLED 4 ballads" by Every Little Thing
* "Untitled 1 (Spain song) #1" by Spain
* "Untitled 1 (a.k.a. Vaka)" by Sigur Rós (the single; the song itself is untitled)
* "Untitled (How Does It Feel)" by D'Angelo (single)
* "Untitled (How Could This Happen to Me?)" by Simple Plan
* "Untitled" by The Cure
* "Untitled" by Interpol, the opening track from their album Turn On the Bright Lights
* "Untitled" by Collective Soul (from the 1995 self titled album)
* "Untitled" by The Panic Channel (from their 2006 debut (ONe))
* "Untitled" by Blink-182
* "Untitled" by O.A.R.
* "untitled ~for her~ by Ayumi Hamasaki (from her latest album GUILTY)
* "Untitled" by Dance Gavin Dance
* "Untitled" by Nas
* "Untitled" by Including the Clueless (second track in their 2008 album "Best of the Best")
* "Untitled" by Brand New
Television
* "Untitled", an episode of Six Feet Under
* "Untitled Sketch", an insert of the British comedy series Dad's Army
* "Untitled Griffin Family History", a Family Guy episode (titled "The Griffin Family History" on DVD)
* Steven's Untitled Rock Show, a program on the fuse network
Film
* The Director's Cut of Almost Famous
Video art
* A work from Robert Zagone (1968), a replication of a dream state which resembles an updated and animated version of a Muybridge chronograph
Works that have no title
The following list includes existing articles for works that have been released with no title, or works that are planned (according to official acknowledgment) to be released with no title. It does not include future works that have not yet received a title, nor does it refer to untitled works which do not have a dedicated article on Wikipedia.
Music
Albums
* Weezer (blue, green, red albums
* Untitled Blink-182 album
* Untitled Deerhoof EP
* Untitled Korn album
* Led Zeppelin IV, the untitled fourth album by Led Zeppelin
* First untitled MAZK album
* Second untitled MAZK album
* Muslimgauze releases:
o Untitled compilation
o Untitled EP
o Untitled Muslimgauze/Les Joyaux De La Princesse split album
* Untitled Nas album
* Untitled P.A.L and Ah-Cama Sotz album
* Untitled Prince album
* Untitled Throbbing Gristle album
* Untitled Trooper album
* Untitled Willy Mason EP
* Untitled Royal Trux album
* Untitled Dance Gavin Dance album
Songs and singles
* All tracks on the Sigur Rós album ( ), referred to as "untitled #1" to "untitled #8" or with their working titles
o Untitled #1, working title "Vaka"
o Untitled #8, working title "Popplagið"
* The working title for the Linkin Park song In the End was "Untitled"
Sculpture
* The Chicago Picasso
See also
Sister project Look up untitled in
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* Nameless
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I really can't believe you would provide a direct link to something so disturbing and evil. Please remove it for the sake of the children. There is no possible way this is not a staged occurrence. It is very real and very terrible.
Mayonnaise.
Ceci N'est Pas Une Post
My slippers look like alligators. When I walk, their toothed mouths flap open and shut. The creatures under my bed cower in fear as I approach.
So heeeeere we are...
So was this an accident or an intentional experiment? Is there going to be a yearly Untitled event and if so why isn't it on the same day each year?
please people, remember to read all of untitled 1 before you post. we dont need to go over the same things twice or get off topic.
Oh snap! I'm going to write a book using only lines from these two untitled posts.
By the way IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT last night.
Dude, now I gotta choose between Untitled 1 and Untitled 2. All of my old friends hang out at 1, but I like the edgy new atmosphere here.
I wonder where Untitled 3 will lead us after this cliff hanger.
Oh no, not again. :)
!
how is Dr. Doolittle anyway, Mr Snail?
yes Talia, sweet child, ANOTHER thread all about thee!
My favorite post yet!
mmm...snails
http://www.wvagriculture.org/images/Plant%20Industries/Giant%20African%20Snail%201.jpg
Untitled 2 is the new Untitled 1.
Untitled 1 is the old Untitled 2
The soundtrack to this thread.
sorry phike. i believe this is the theme song for this and any thread like it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C4Eh3ru7hM
Minty: I think it's long enough to accommodate much more music. =D
Sountrack 2
d
-Dammit, I hate when I put something together and then find one extra piece.
i disagree. this is the theme song for this thread: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spz8_rpE0e0
I'll see that and raise ya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMGKPajKs08&feature=related
Last!
Would have been more "John Cage" if there was an April 33...
YouTube Music Video Link
Digression Into Specialized Shop Talk
Holiday Sentiments
Intentionally Cryptic SciFi Movie Reference
Poetry
Prose
Guess At Identity of SciFi Movie Referenced Cryptically
Misplaced Comment Which Belongs On The Moderation Thread
Alert To Yet Another Sign of the Apocalypse
Last!
pron
Appeal to ZOMG please LABEL NSFW posts!
Sequels suck.
Flaming retort to snarky comment.
Godwin via straw man.
Victim must have deserved it because of something entirely inferred comment.
False equivalency, followed by insult.
Trollish restatement of last 10 comments I made without acknowledging facts brought up by the comments of others in between.
Comment to the effect that famous person subject of post is really an asshole and therefore is unworthy of appreciation.
simple, effective cure for all forms of cancer, but lost in "Comment Rejected"
Anonymous comment of "expert" giving "authoritative" opinion that is actually complete astroturf bullshit.
Clueless restatement of something posted 20 comments above because I didn't bother to read the previous comments.
Alert of police brutality.
Police apologist.
255 messages already on this post, what a strange world we live in
Comment declaring this thread is over because of one particularly clever witticism above, even though other folks may still yet find something else wonderfully funny to say.
Request for keyboard reimbursement because of mishap due to spontaneous laughter / beverage spewing caused by previous comment.
Last!
careful baiting of trap
string of obscenities while dancing around with trap on figurative thumb
When I get nervous I put my hands in my armpits then I smell my fingers like this.
Why, do we not like Untitled 1 anymore? Was it something it said?
Is this some kind of social experiment? An unguided public brainstorming session?
Just out of interest, the untitled 1 post (prelude to this one) reached a total of more than 2500 posts.
That is significantly greater than almost every other posted story on Boingboing (I can't say every as that would require far too much research!).
An interesting reaction to an administrative mistake!
Ron Paul 2012!!1!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUqTH9e9sQU
Untitled 1 no longer does it for me. Untitled 2 gives me happy feet!
Untitled 1 doesn't call or come 'round anymore. Untitled 2 wants to have my children.
Untitled 1 is so old school. Untitled 2 is hip, happening and now.
Untitled 1 wouldn't take out the trash. Untitled 2 painted my entire house in a day.
Untitled 1 was last year's model. Untitled 2 has all the latest bells and whistles.
Untitled 1 just doesn't get me anymore. Untitled 2 is perfect for my on-the-go lifestyle.
Untitled 1 is outmoded and no longer applicable. Untitled 2 fits the new paradigm to a T.
Untitled 1 is a classic. Untitled 2 pushes the envelope.
Untitled 1 would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids. Untitled 2 is above suspicion and beyond reproach.
Untitled 1 was all shady deals behind closed doors. Untitled 2 is fully transparent and above board.
Untitled 1 approved of torture. Untitled 2 refuses to prosecute Untitled 1 for its crimes.
Untitled 1 was all fire and brimstone. Untitled 2 is the new covenant.
Untitled 1 used Windows Vista(tm). Untitled 2 is a gleaming new Mac.
Untitled 1 goes to 10. Untitled 2 goes to 11.
Untitled 1 didn't give a rat's ass. Untitled 2 does.
Untitled 1 was a total chicken-shit panty-waist. Untitled 2 can beat Chuck Norris and Jack Bauer together, blindfolded.
Untitled 1 had two blades. Untitled 2 has four.
Untitled 1 sucked ass. Untitled 2 is the shit.
Untitled 1 was old empire. Untitled 2 is the new world order.
Untitled 1 was pure, unadulterated evil. Untitled 2 is all that is pure and good in the world.
Untitled 1 is old hat. Untitled 2 is the new hope for the future.
Untitled 2 eats Untitled 1's for breakfast.
Untitled 2 is so much better than Untitled 1 it's not funny.
Untitled 1 doesn't want you reading this.
"old age and treachery will beat youth and enthusiasm"
"old age and treachery will beat youth and enthusiasm"
Indeed.
Tired: Untitled 1
Wired: Untitled 2
Comment pointing out Godwin@~245 and false equivalency @~247, succinctly nailing it, then sealing the deal by decrying insult@~247 as proof of loss of argument.
WIN comment.
FAIL comment.
Comment pointing out how many comments we've had so far, but can't believe no one said this yet: ________________.
More Soundtrack 2
plan ahead
http://www.recordonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090426/NEWS/904260320
damn, I'm a day late this year.. Happy 'Belated' Untitled Day!
(@~225-226: The player seems to be mapped incorrectly, so please find a way to listen to Looks Like It's Going to Rain by Ken Nordine in its entirety. Thank you.)
Well, I'm back...
What do you cry for?
When I'm dead,
will you cry more?
Well, I'm back...
what do you cry for?
When I'm dead,
will you cry more?
This has been a sequel
this is how the sequel ends
this has been a sequel
this is how the sequel ends...
The Sequel
Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something. Look at me I'm typing something.
Untitled 2 is nobody's Untitled 1.
Untitled 2 is the poor man's Untitled 1.
Untitled 1 didn't ask for Untitled 2. Untitled 2 can never repay Untitled 1.
Do not taunt Untitled 1 or 2!
I disagree!
Untitled 2, you resemble a lewd and cowardly pinata!
Look, you guys are all wrong.
Untitled 3 will be better then both of them combined, I guarantee.
I have nothing to say.
Part two.
Matches, into the snow. All is equalized!
...especially my stereo.
Despite what many might think, Untitled 2 is well known across hundreds of nations all over the world. Untitled 2 has been around for several centuries and has a very important meaning in the lives of many. It would be safe to assume that Untitled 2 is going to be around for a long time and have an enormous impact on the lives of many people.
Social & Cultural Factors
Untitled 2 has a large role in American Culture. Many people can often be seen taking part in activities associated with Untitled 2. This is partly because people of most ages can be involved and families are brought together by this. Generally a person who displays their dislike for Untitled 2 may be considered an outcast.
Economic Factors
It is not common practice to associate economics with Untitled 2. Generally, Untitled 2 would be thought to have no effect on our economic situation, but there are in fact some effects. The sales industry associated with Untitled 2 is actually a 2.3 billion dollar a year industry and growing each year. The industry employs nearly 150,000 people in the United States alone. It would be safe to say that Untitled 2 play an important role in American economics and shouldn't be taken for granted.
Environmental Factors
After a three month long research project, I've been able to conclude that Untitled 2 doesn't negatively effect the environment at all. A Untitled 2 did not seem to result in waste products and couldn't be found in forests, jungles, rivers, lakes, oceans, etc... In fact, Untitled 2 produced some positive effects on our sweet little nature.
Political Factors
Oh does Untitled 2 ever influence politics. Last year 5 candidates running for some sort of position used Untitled 2 as the primary topic of their campaign. A person might think Untitled 2 would be a bad topic to lead a campaign with, but in fact with the social and environmental impact is has, this topic was able to gain a great number of followers. These 5 candidates went 4 for 5 on winning their positions.
Conclusion
Untitled 2 seem to be a much more important idea that most give credit for. Next time you see or think of Untitled 2, think about what you just read and realize what is really going on. It is likely you under valued Untitled 2 before, but will now start to give the credited needed and deserved.
Well I've been a fair bit behind in my boinging of late. But I'm sure glad I took the time to go backwards through the articles and come across this gem. Excellent work Mark. Excellent work.
sacre liege!
Untitled 2 saved my life. It's true.
Back there in Viet Nam, Charlie had us pinned down in a foxhole. Grenade flies in, without a thought Untitled 2 grabs the grenade and disemvowels it. Instead of KABOOM we got kbm. No big deal.
I named my firstborn Untitled Seeker.
I was planning to use a name with Tit in the middle anyway, so that worked out pretty good.
i recall a time when mark had posted the "Untitled 1" post. i also vaguely remember reading another users comment about how Mark is the Un-Tit-Led 1 and that he is not easily led by women. This begs the question: who is the second Un-Tit-Led one?
Troofseeker wins. Thread is over.
Last!
Accidentally anonymous comment because of confusing new frontend.
Untitled 2
I loved you
Untitled 2
Now we're through
It's all just untitillation.
If it wasn't for Untitled 1, I wouldn't have spent that year in college. Now I have a reason to go back for another year. Thanks Untitled 2!
I remember Untitled 1 selling drugs outside a junior high school.
Untitled 2 donated a kidney to a starving Ethiopian child. He loved it, and asked if there was more.
On Facebook I discovered that Untitled 1 and Untitled 2 got married and are now The Untitleds, living in Nowheresville, USA. They have two children: Thing 1 and Thing 2.
I'm so glad my boss isn't like that! I'm working with Untitled 2 right now, and became a huge fan of the Post (http://www.boingboing.net/2009/04/24/untitled-2.html). I especially like the content display and html web browser. It's awesome!
I once had a boss like Untitled 2. Jerk.
I watched the urinal cake get smaller day by day, and when the size was right, I wrapped it in a candy wrapper and left it on his desk.
@32 - I am not an Untitled Number! I am an Untitled Man!
If this is to be something akin to a musician who does nothing on stage, and instead whose song is that of the audience's various "noises" (if you know the name of the artist that does this please post it, as the name escapes me), or an attempt to tap the collective unconscious of the InterWebz, then let me offer up the weirdness dredged from the minds of myself and my fellow conspirators:
http://obscuralabs.com/main/?page_id=24
Aneurysm@~305: See Teller@~62, Telecustard@~136, and Architexas@~230.
Shopped.
Stale bread makes better pudding anyway.
...
*blink*
...
hormonal imbalance passed off as piercing insight
(speaking of myself, only, ever)
*hwwwallllpp**
Aaaah. All the random attention gone, we can get down to the serious business of idle, off-topic chatter.
I had "Sita Sings the Blues" on my computer forever and never watched it. I just did and it is fantastic!
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it
Zeproll.
Peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing. Aaaahyup.
@Slida: Just watched it the other day, too. Apart from being wonderful, it's truly the poster child for the new way of making film. (And another nail in the coffin of the mainstream movie industry.)
I'm down with that.
Untitled 2 is little tweeting bird chirping in meadow. Untitled 1 is wreath of pretty flowers that smell bad.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7ZPMScX9-k
FYI http://concerts.wolfgangsvault.com/
If you are not yet aware of the vault, enter at your own risk.
Foetusnail: I got to see SRV 13 times live and was there at the commencement of the statue here in my hometown. He is dearly missed.
YOU ARE THE PHIKUS! Only once for this guy, but it was great. We have some great photos from that night.
=D It would have been 14, but the last night he played in Austin (with Jeff Beck) I had just worked a double at a Bakery, since 4am that morning, and had barely enough for a ticket, but no food in the fridge. Still, I biked to the venue (The Erwin Center) barely in time, and weighed it carefully. I decided it would be better to eat dinner that night and rest, and after all, this is Austin, I'd see him again...
First time was in '83, and I managed to be front row center. Stevie came and sat on the front of the stage for Texas Flood, and his sweat was hitting us as he played. I could have reached out and grabbed the neck of his guitar.
Another time, at Aquafest, we stood in the pouring rain for hours to finally hear him play, and he played all his weather related material when he finally came on (after an excruciatingly long power failure delay.)
One of the best times, though, was a NYE show where the T-Birds opened for him. Jimmy Vaughan came out and played a 2nd set with Stevie and Double Trouble and they traded guitars and traded off solos in each others styles perfectly, as if it were in the guitar! Later they both played the same double-neck in a brotherly embrace. It was amazing to see the Vaughan Brothers in action together.
Great times!
Lengthy novella on my personal views on this subject with supporting examples from my life, (all as an unreliable narrator, so who am I kidding,) far too extensive and boring to even warrant a response of "TLTR".
http://api.ning.com/files/vMQ5RJcyKDBLfkubxMFSFHwSxFv95YQotzkeVxc8YHE_/ouroboros.jpg
Sammich: "I stand by all the misstatements I've ever made." -Dan Quayle
"No matter what it's for or who commenced it, I'm against it!" "I would never join a group that would have me for a member." -Groucho Marx
Attempt at humour by posting generalised version of perceived tendency of BB comments.
Ale-fueled ejaculation of seemingly important ego urge. Am I getting closer?
Wolfie: We call it sharing, and thanks for yours! ;D
Wolfiesma - re your 2597 on Untitled 1 (posting here so you don't have to load the behemoth again)
Have you ever tried Firefox? It's sooo much quicker than Internet Explorer - worth having it to hand for opening enormous pages, even if it isn't your default browser - and there ~will~ be more huge pages... you can't shoot 'em all... :)
Sammich: I love you and your Firefoxy ways! (Ahh, there. Don't we all feel better now?)
Thank you so much Sammich, I will try that. And Phikus, that is way nicer way of saying it, thank you. P.S. It would be awesome to run into you and Hillary under the SRV statue sometime! We should all get shirts with our names on them and wear them during the next cannabis march on the capital. Or wear them at the new Music Cafe/wine bar on South Lamar. Or the Horseshoe...
Here's a dedication for the lot of you. One of my cool friends on facebook put this up today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4feQ6wvbbhg
The lyrics are so poetic.
Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
John Baptist
walking to me with the Maker
My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of Abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the hands of the Maker
Brother John
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
oh river rise from your sleep....
The only place I could find a link to Untitled 2 was in Untitled 1 - weird, unsettling. I think Untitled 1's link was missing the other day.
Wolfie: Great idea! email Antinous@this domain and he can put us in touch. Great lyrics quote. I have always loved that Daniel Lanois song. One of my faves of his. I got to meet him last time he played here. He is the nicest guy one might hope to ever meet, in person.
You are obviously looking forward to DMB at ACL at the end of the summer. What a great lineup this year, hunh? Hope to see ya around town. =D
Tom Hale: Glad my link helped, but you can always do this too.
"In general, however, Web 2.0 encourages us to behave like spectators. This is not only because of the endless temptations to look back offered by burgeoning online archives, it is also because, thanks to the ubiquity of recording devices, we find ourselves becoming archivists of our own lives: we never experience live events, because we are too busy recording them...."
From Running on Empty, by Mark Fisher. (Via Bruce Sterling's blog).
I've been having similar thoughts.
And, as accompaniment, Bertold Brecht, translated into English and put to music:
How Fortunate the Man With None
You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was Solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
How fortunate the man with none.
You saw courageous Caesar next
You know what he became.
They deified him in his life
Then had him murdered just the same.
And as they raised the fatal knife
How loud he cried: you too my son!
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's courage that had brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.
You heard of honest Socrates
The man who never lied:
They weren't so grateful as you'd think
Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
And handed him the poisoned drink.
How honest was the peoples noble son.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's honesty that brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.
Here you can see respectable folk
Keeping to Gods own laws.
So far he hasn't taken heed.
You who sit safe and warm indoors
Help to relieve our bitter need.
How virtuously we had begun.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
Its fear of God that brought us to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.
KIERAN O'NEILL, Dead Can Dance has that song on one of their albums - I had assumed they had written it. Thx for the post.
I came This close to posting before clicking your link - it is DCD :)
My fav by DCD is The Carnival Is Over. The video is very good also.
@Tom: Yep, it was what first put me on to Brecht.
There's a bit of discussion at the Brendan Perry forums about the background to the song.
Brecht was one of the sly-est, wittiest playwrights in history, who managed to survive (while subtly criticising) Nazi Germany, HUAC scrutiny under McCarthy in the United States and Communist East Germany.
And in the other direction:
The Carnival is Over video is one of the best music videos I've ever seen, and well worth owning the DVD for.
(I really like that the YouTube poster got formal permission from Perry in the end to put it up, too.)
Since "best music videos" was mentioned, here's one of my favorite. Let Forever Be by The Chemical Brothers
Wow. Never even saw that video. That Michael Gondry is quite a genius. Since 4AD was mentioned (well, indirectly), here's one of my favorites. One of my friends on Facebook posted it today. Man, my friends are so cool. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IyC6BQqkms
Please. This is the best music video of all time. Except maybe for this.
yooouuutuuube is pretty cool.
Example: The Carnival is Over YooouuuTuuube style.
Huh!?!
You're all here! In this vile hussy's den! Just you wait til I tell Untitled One!
Arkie! long time no talk. Yeah, I've been hiding out in U-2. It's kinda dark and velvety here.
Hmm.. yes.. well, I'll be moving along now. Back to number one. Back to the.. oh. You already said dark and velvety.. Sounds nice.
In other news: yeah, long time! I'll be back properly in a few weeks :)
Apologia to Untitled One.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0GLq9DV368
The Luggnuggians commended. A particular Description of the Struldbruggs, with many Conversations between the Author and some eminent Persons upon that Subject.
THE LUGGNUGGIANS are a polite and generous People, and although they are not without some Share of that Pride which is peculiar to all Eastern Countries, yet they shew themselves courteous to Strangers, especially such who are countenanced by the Court. I had many Acquaintance among Persons of the best Fashion, and being always attended by my Interpreter, the Conversation we had was not disagreeable.
One Day in much good Company I was asked by a Person of Quality, whether I had seen any of their Struldbruggs, or Immortals. I said I had not, and desired he would explain to me what he meant by such an Appellation applied to a mortal Creature. He told me, that sometimes, though very rarely, a Child happened to be born in a Family with a red circular Spot in the Forehead, directly over the left Eyebrow, which was an infallible Mark that it should never dye. The Spot, as he described it, was about the Compass of a Silver Threepence, but in the Course of Time grew larger, and changed its Colour; for at twelve Years old it became Green, so continued till Five and Twenty, then turned to a deep Blue; at Five and Forty it grew coal Black, and as large as an English Shilling, but never admitted any further Alteration. He said these Births were so rare, that he did not believe there could be above Eleven Hundred Struldbruggs of both Sexes in the whole Kingdom, of which he computed about Fifty in the Metropolis, and among the rest a young Girl born about three Years ago. That these Productions were not peculiar to any Family, but a meer Effect of Chance; and the Children of the Struldbruggs themselves, were equally Mortal with the rest of the People.
I freely own my self to have been struck with inexpressible Delight upon hearing this Account: And the Person who gave it me happening to understand the Balnibarbian Language, which I spoke very well, I could not forbear breaking out into Expressions perhaps a little too extravagant. I cryed out as in a Rapture; Happy Nation where every Child hath at least a Chance for being immortal! Happy People who enjoy so many living Examples of antient Virtue, and have Masters ready to instruct them in the Wisdom of all former Ages! But, happiest beyond all Comparison are those excellent Struldbruggs, who born exempt from that universal Calamity of human Nature, have their Minds free and disengaged, without the Weight and Depression of Spirits caused by the continual Apprehension of Death. I discovered my Admiration that I had not observed any of these illustrious Persons at Court; the black Spot on the Fore-head being so remarkable a Distinction, that I could not have easily overlooked it: And it was impossible that his Majesty, a most judicious Prince, should not provide himself with a good Number of such wise and able Counsellours. Yet perhaps the Virtue of those Reverend Sages was too strict for the corrupt and libertine Manners of a Court. And we often find by Experience, that young Men are too opinionative and volatile to be guided by the sober Dictates of their Seniors. However, since the King was pleased to allow me Access to his Royal Person, I was resolved upon the very first Occasion to deliver my Opinion to him on this Matter freely, and at large by the help of my Interpreter; and whether he would please to take my Advice or no, yet in one Thing I was determined, that his Majesty having frequently offered me an Establishment in this Country, I would with great Thankfulness accept the Favour, and pass my Life here in the Conversation of those superiour Beings the Struldbruggs, if they would please to admit me.
The Gentleman to whom I addressed my Discourse, because (as I have already observed) he spoke the Language of Balnibarbi, said to me with a sort of a Smile, which usually ariseth from Pity to the Ignorant, that he was glad of any Occasion to keep me among them, and desired my Permission to explain to the Company what I had spoke. He did so, and they talked together for some time in their own Language, whereof I understood not a Syllable, neither could I observe by their Countenances what impression my Discourse had made on them. After a short Silence, the same Person told me that his Friends and mine (so he thought fit to express himself) were very much pleased with the judicious Remarks I had made on the great Happiness and Advantages of immortal Life, and they were desirous to know in a particular Manner, what Scheme of Living I should have formed to my self, if it had fallen to my Lot to have been born a Struldbrugg.
I answered, it was easy to be Eloquent on so copious and delightful a Subject, especially to me who have been often apt to amuse my self with Visions of what I should do if I were a King, a General, or a great Lord: And upon this very Case I had frequently run over the whole System how I should employ my self, and pass the Time if I were sure to live for ever.
That, if it had been my good Fortune to come into the World a Struldbrugg, as soon as I could discover my own Happiness by understanding the Difference between Life and Death, I would first resolve by all Arts and Methods whatsoever to procure my self Riches. In the Pursuit of which by Thrift and Management, I might reasonably expect, in about two Hundred Years to be the wealthiest Man in the Kingdom. In the second place, I would from my earliest Youth apply my self to the Study of Arts and Sciences, by which I should arrive in time to excel all others in Learning. Lastly I would carefully record every Action and Event of Consequence that happened in the Publick, impartially draw the Characters of the several Successions of Princes, and great Ministers of State, with my own Observations on every Point. I would exactly set down the several Changes in Customs, Languages, Fashions, Dress, Dyet and Diversions. By all which Acquirements, I should be a living Treasury of Knowledge and Wisdom, and certainly become the Oracle of the Nation.
I would never marry after Threescore, but live in an hospitable Manner, yet still on the saving Side. I would entertain myself in forming and directing the Minds of hopeful young Men, by convincing them from my own Remembrance, Experience and Observation, fortified by numerous Examples, of the Usefulness of Virtue in publick and private Life. But, my Choice and constant Companions should be a sett of my own immortal Brother hood, among whom I would elect a Dozen from the most Ancient down to my own Contemporaries. Where any of these wanted Fortunes, I would provide them with convenient Lodges round my own Estate, and have some of them always at my Table, only mingling a few of the most valuable among you Mortals, whom length of Time would harden me to lose with little or no Reluctance, and treat your Posterity after the same Manner; just as a Man diverts himself with the annual Succession of Pinks and Tulips in his Garden, without regretting the Loss of those which withered the preceding Year.
These Struldbruggs and I would mutually communicate our Observations and Memorials through the Course of Time, remark the several Gradations by which Corruption steals into the World, and oppose it in every Step, by giving perpetual Warning and Instruction to Mankind; which, added to the strong Influence of our own Example, would probably prevent that continual Degeneracy of Human Nature so justly complained of in all Ages.
Add to all this the Pleasure of seeing the various Revolutions of States and Empires, the Changes in the lower and upper World, antient Cities in Ruins, and obscure Villages become the Seats of Kings. Famous Rivers lessening into shallow Brooks, the Ocean leaving one Coast dry, and overwhelming another: The Discovery of many Countries yet unknown. Barbarity over-running the politest Nations, and the most barbarous become civilized. I should then see the Discovery of the Longitude, the perpetual Motion, the Universal Medicine, and many other great Inventions brought to the utmost Perfection.
What wonderful Discoveries should we make in Astronomy, by outliving and confirming our own Predictions, by observing the Progress and Returns of Comets, with the Changes of Motion in the Sun, Moon, and Stars.
I enlarged upon many other Topicks, which the natural Desire of endless Life and sublunary Happiness could easily furnish me with. When I had ended, and the Sum of my Discourse had been interpreted as before, to the rest of the Company, there was a good deal of Talk among them the Language of the Country, not without some Laughter at my Expense. At last the same Gentleman who had been my Interpreter said, he was desired by the rest to set me right in a few Mistakes, which I had fallen into through the common Imbecility of human Nature, and upon that Allowance was less answerable for them. That this Breed of Struldbruggs was peculiar to their Country, for there were no such People either in Balnibarbi or Japan, where he had the Honour to be Embassador from his Majesty, and found the Natives in both these Kingdoms very hard to believe that the Fact was possible, and it appeared from my Astonishment when he first mentioned the Matter to me, that I received it as a thing wholly new, and scarcely to be credited. That in the two Kingdoms above mentioned, where during his Residence he had conversed very much, he observed long Life to be the universal Desire and Wish of Mankind. That whoever had one Foot in the Grave, was sure to hold back the other as strongly as he could. That the eldest had still hopes of living one Day longer, and looked on Death as the greatest Evil, from which Nature always prompted him to retreat; only in this Island of Luggnagg, the Appetite for living was not so eager, from the continual Example of the Struldbruggs before their Eyes.
That the System of Living contrived by me was unreasonable and unjust, because it supposed a Perpetuity of Youth, Health, and Vigour, which no Man could be so foolish to hope, however extravagant he may be in his Wishes. That the Question therefore was not whether a Man would choose to be always in the Prime of Youth, attended with Prosperity and Health, but how he would pass a perpetual Life under all the usual Disadvantages which old Age brings along with it. For although few Men will avow their Desires of being immortal upon such hard Conditions, yet in the two Kingdoms before-mentioned of Balnibarbi and Japan, he observed that every Man desired to put off Death for sometime longer, let it approach ever so late, and he rarely heard of any Man who died willingly, except he were incited by the Extremity of Grief or Torture. And he appealed to me whether in those Countries I had travelled as well as my own, I had not observed the same general Disposition.
After this Preface he gave me a particular Account of the Struldbruggs among them. He said they commonly acted like Mortals, till about thirty Years old, after which by degrees they grew melancholy and dejected, encreasing in both till they came to four-score. This he learned from their own Confession; for otherwise there not being above two or three of that Species born in an Age, they were too few to form a general Observation by. When they came to four-score Years, which is reckoned the Extremity of living in this Country, they had not only all the Follies and Infirmities of other old Men, but many more which arose from the dreadful Prospect of never dying. They were not only Opinionative, Peevish, Covetous, Morose, Vain, Talkative, but uncapable of Friendship, and dead to all natural Affection, which never descended below their Grand-children. Envy and impotent Desires are their prevailing Passions. But those Objects against which their Envy principally directed, are the Vices of the younger sort, and the Deaths of the old. By reflecting on the former, they find themselves cut off from all possibility of Pleasure; and whenever they see a Funeral, they lament and repine that others have gone to a Harbour of Rest, to which they themselves never can hope to arrive. They have no Remembrance of anything but what they learned and observed in their Youth and middle Age, and even that is very imperfect. And for the Truth or Particulars of any Fact, it is safer to depend on common Traditions than upon their best Recollections. The least miserable among them appear to be those who turn to Dotage, and entirely lose their Memories; these meet with more Pity and Assistance, because they want many bad Qualities which abound in others.
If a Struldbrugg happen to marry one of his own kind, the Marriage is dissolved of course by the Courtesy of the Kingdom, as soon as the younger of the two come to be four-score. For the Law thinks it a reasonable Indulgence, that those who are condemned without any Fault of their own to a perpetual Continuance in the World, should not have their Misery doubled by the Load of a Wife.
As soon as they have compleated the Term of eighty Years, they are look'd on as dead in Law; their Heirs immediately succeed to their Estates, only a small Pittance is reserved for their Support, and the poor ones are maintained at the publick Charge. After that Period they are held incapable of any Employment of Trust or Profit, they cannot purchase Lands or take Leases, neither are they allowed to be Witnesses in any Cause, either Civil or Criminal, not even for the Decision of Meers and Bounds.
At Ninety they lose their Teeth and Hair, they have at that age no Distinction of Taste, but eat and drink whatever they can get, without Relish or Appetite. The Diseases they were subject to still continuing without encreasing or diminishing. In talking they forgot the common Appellation of Things, and the Names of Persons, even of those who are their nearest Friends and Relations. For the same Reason they never can amuse themselves with reading, because their Memory will not serve to carry them from the beginning of a Sentence to the end; and by this Defect they are deprived of the only entertainment whereof they might otherwise be capable.
The Language of this Country being always upon the Flux, the Struldbruggs of one Age do not understand those of another, neither are they able after two hundred Years to hold any Conversation (farther than by a few general Words) with their Neighbours the Mortals; and thus they lye under the Disadvantage of living like Foreigners in their own Country.
This was the Account given me of the Struldbruggs, as near as I can remember. I afterwards saw five or six of different Ages, the youngest not above two hundred Years old, who were brought me at several Times by some of my Friends; but although they were told that I was a great Traveller, and had seen all the World, they had not the least Curiosity to ask me a Question; only desired I would give them Slumskudask, or a Token of Remembrance, which is a modest way of begging, to avoid the Law that strictly forbids it, because they are provided for by the Publick, although indeed with a very scanty Allowance.
They are despised and hated by all sort of People; when one of them is born, it is reckoned ominous, and their Birth is recorded very particularly; so that you may know their Age by consulting the Registry, which however hath not been kept above a thousand Years past, or at least hath been destroyed by Time or publick Disturbances. But the usual way of computing how old they are is by asking them what Kings or great Persons they can remember, and then consulting History, for infallibly the last Prince, in their Mind, did not begin his Reign after they were four-score Years old.
They were the most mortifying Sight I ever beheld, and the Women more horrible than the Men. Besides the usual Deformities in extreme old age, they acquired an additional Ghastliness in Proportion to their Number of Years, which is not to be described, and among half a Dozen I soon distinguished which was the eldest, although there were not above a Century or two between them.
The Reader will easily believe, that from what I had heard and seen, my keen Appetite for Perpetuity of Life was much abated. I grew heartily ashamed of the pleasing Visions I had formed, and thought no Tyrant could invent a Death into which I would not run with Pleasure from such a Life. The King heard of all that had passed between me and my Friends upon this Occasion, and rallied me very pleasantly, wishing I would send a couple of Struldbruggs to my own Country, to arm our People against the Fear of Death; but this it seems is forbidden by the fundamental Laws of the Kingdom, or else I should have been well content with the Trouble and Expense of transporting them.
I could not but agree that the Laws of this Kingdom relating to the Struldbruggs, were founded upon the strongest Reasons, and such as any other Country would be under the Necessity of enacting in the like Circumstances. Otherwise, as Avarice is the necessary Consequent of old Age, those Immortals would in Time become Proprietors of the whole Nation, and engross the Civil Power, which, for want of Abilities to manage, must End in the Ruin of the Publick.
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fancy that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyY4LNkxOW0&feature=related
Wow.
Now that is how to play guitar.
This is how to play guitar.
*...crickets...*
hey, where am I? This isn't a slow-cooker recipe for brisket. Shoot, i'm in the wrong place in the internet. can someone point me in the right direction?