5: Or so the mother would have you believe.
Next to the headline in the print edition this morning, the web headline to this story is limp. The print headline was: "Baker Hughes to acquire BJ Services."
6: Armsmasher recently informed me that Guam's only openly gay elected politician (currently Chief Justice of Guam's Supreme Court) is named BJ Cruz.
8: Racist.
(said in a ridiculous falsetto)
The austistic whump whump teen also had echolalia, and had stock phrases for each member of his family that he would reach for. His voice that he used to echo his mother was this ridiculous cartoony falsetto, and he'd flutter his fingers when doing her voice. Then for his dad, he'd furrow his brow and frown really hard while he talked unnaturally deeply. It was really, really funny because these are not really traits of his parents, and he was not doing them to be entertain others. (I assume. He certainly did them to himself all the time.)
I feel bad that this is how I amuse myself. This is from an article at Feministing, where a college girl is listing the ways that friends of hers have been sexually assaulted or raped:
Having some stranger give her his number after fucking her despite her constant NO's.
I SAID I wanted no strings attached! This was supposed to be my zipless fuck!
Andy Pratt doing a somewhat non-ridiculous falsetto (falsetto starts about 1:00 in); however, opinions will undoubtedly vary. I had not heard this song in many, many years and was somewhat surprised to find it on YouTube.
11: Not having read the book, I never had a clue why she chose "zipless", but apparently, Jong goes on to explain that it is "zipless" because "when you came together, zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff."
My precious Internet, you complete and amuse me (with assists from neb and heebie).
I know, "zipless" seems like a really backwards word choice, seeing as how it already has an opposite meaning of what she intends.
Falsettos:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zd7MrEOFcMs
the totally fucking great Claude Jeter, pretty much the originator. He goes into full falsetto from about 2 min 40 through to the end of the song. The bit from about 3 min 25 to 3. 45 ish is spine-tingling. Ditto the lisped 'Jeezhus' near the end.
Or proper old-school:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmLCrYfz-XM
[also great].
I've read the book, I can't ever really remember the 'zipless' concept being formally defined. I don't remember the book being very good, either.
IIR the book correctly, there's a passage defining the zipless fuck (the one the quote above comes from) as without relationships, prior planning, or consequences -- nothing complicated to worry about, just happy sex. And then the rest of the book is spent on depressing, unpleasant, and unsatisfying actual sex with relationships and consequences.
"when you came together, zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff."
Hott. But not as hot as the stuff our Christian homeschooling State Board of Education Chair allegedly writes.
Decent interview with Jong from 2003.
Which Sinatra tunes?
Mostly "Glad to be Unhappy".
Ttam, I don't think countertenors count.
I thought you lived in the midwest, populuxe.
17:I read Jong's book. Don't marry a psychiatrist, young folk. But smarter and funnier than LB's description.
IIRC, the zipless fuck takes place in a train compartment.
re: 20
Heh. Jeter is genuine falsetto, though. And, according to some books I've read, pretty much the source for that whole soul falsetto vocal style.
I recently read a scathing takedown of Jong's latest book, and her career since Learning to Fly, but I'm not sure where I read it. But it successfully made me feel camraderie with the critic at Jong's expense, which is like the highest accomplishment possible for a critic, right?
genuine falsetto
Is such a thing even possible? A genuinetto?
Speaking of shrinks.
The Wackness was a movie that made me like NYC a little. Some silliness, some cliches, some sexism.
Ben Kingsley as a pothead shrink breaking up with Famke Jannsen had its moments. His midlife crisis was not attractive, but funny.
Jimmy Scott sings a Sinatra hit. Not really a falsetto, as he didn't go through puberty, so his voice never broke.
In this one, Ben plays a hitman in SF drying out with AA who romances Tea Leoni, who is funny as usual to Ben's straightman. The contrast with Wackness us fun, because in YKM Ben is a repressed tightass. I suppose Leoni is the magic pixie whatever, but hell, it's Leoni.
I was gonna say that the chemistry BK develops with these actresses is amazing, but hey they are great actresses. The divorcin' with Jannsen comes about mainly because they are just too comfortable and bored with each other, and moving in different directions. Not so acrimonious, and sad with the memories.
re: 28
Yeah, his is a weird voice. There's a few other voices like his. Little Anthony's on some tunes (Tears on My pillow, for example), but it's not as oddly feminine as Scott's.
I suspect 'zipless fuck' should have been 'zippy fuck'.
max
['Sounds like a cartoon character though.']
Oh man, Jimmy Scott gives me chills every time he opens his mouth. Few people in music can grab hold of a song and make it all their own quite like he does. His take on Bryan Ferry's "Slave to Love" was my first real exposure to him.
Oh man, Jimmy Scott gives me chills every time he opens his mouth.
Yellow card for intentional fruit grounding.
I got to see him once, when he was doing a gig with Pink Martini. Totally, totally awesome.
there's a passage defining the zipless fuck (the one the quote above comes from) as without relationships, prior planning, or consequences -- nothing complicated to worry about, just happy sex.
Yeah, I assigned that passage in my history of sexuality class. Afterward, I wondered what I had been thinking, but a number of students remarked that they enjoyed it. I probably should have given them more of it just so they could see it in context, with all the nerve-wracking anxiety attached.
I wonder what constitutes a swpless fuck? Doing it in a kitchen that contains no standmixer?
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Btw, nosflow, I've been reading and enjoying that review you mentioned, of a book by a philosophy professor here, as reviewed somewhat nastily by another philosopher here...
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I'm glad you found it worth your while.
A couple of lines made me laugh out loud, and it was interesting in and of itself, so thanks!
I wonder what constitutes a swpless fuck? Doing it in a kitchen that contains no standmixer?
No, in a Burger King bathroom.
No, in a Burger King bathroom.
But what if you do it with irony?
That would probably require a ruling from the judges.
I like this song and can't find the playlist. Help! (It's ending now, around 4:38).
OK, this is impressive. I was just making fun of Nosflow on Gchat while he was talking, and he managed to respond, while still talking.
It was presumably "Genesis Hall" by Fairport Convention, from Unhalfbricking, unless it was "When I Feel You Coming" by Kath Bloom and Loren Mazzacane Connors, from 1981–1984; in any case, I do announce these things.
Actually I didn't. It must just have been lag.
Oh, the lag must be kinda long. That's less magical than I thought.
45, 47: Thanks. And yes, it was Genesis Hall.
Clearly, I could have waited until the announcement of what things were. Also, neb, do you need some water?
Just teasing you, of course. I like the folksy aspect of the small part of the show I've managed to catch so far.
No, in a Burger King bathroom.
I can't tell if Teo knows enough music to make the joke I think he's making. Hey, yo, fat girl, c'mere, are you ticklish?
Basically, heebie wants to know if teo's got a motor in the back of his Honda?
Now I can't tell if Stanley knows enough music to know he just switched songs.
Isn't this the same song neb played last time I tuned in?
53: I like the Whopper, f*$& the Big Mac.
I can't tell if Teo knows enough music to make the joke I think he's making.
I do.
Very funny, heebie.
I have never played this song before, EVER!
Now I can't tell if Stanley knows enough music to know he just switched songs.
Oddly, I (think I) know which song I think the both of you are referencing, and yet I inadvertently quoted a different song.
So how was your first day of school, son?
I heart this song. It was a favorite of my old roommate's that I would sneak in and put on.
Is this post title descriptive or exclamative? Or was it a typo, and the "m" was supposed to be a "b"?
I (think I) know which song I think the both of you are referencing,
I'll drink the bottle of Hennesey you got on your shelf, so just let me introduce myself - my name is Humpty. Pronounced with an Umpty.
I just sincerely spent several seconds thinking, "How I amuse byself?"
64: Right. By Analog Aboveground. Duh.
Oh dear. Now you're way off again.
Was 61 to me? If so, it was quite good, thanks.
72: So what did you learn in school today?
73: That there sure are a lot of cute girls in this program.
You should wear you Ranger uniform to class!
73: That there sure are a lot of cute girls in this program.
There are moments when I think physics was a really, really poor choice.
You should wear your anger uniform to class!
I should clarify that 76 is meant not to impugn the attractiveness of women in physics, but to note their rarity.
But physics is just chock full of smokin' hot dudes, right?
Dudes of all shapes and sizes, really.
Unfortunately, I didn't bring the uniform with me. (Also, I think it's illegal to wear it when not actually working for the Park Service, or something.) At least I still have my Facebook profile picture.
(Also, I think it's illegal to wear it when not actually working for the Park Service, or something.)
Even on Halloween?
As long as you strip off your official insignia, I'm sure you're okay wearing it. Really, it's the hat, mostly. Wear the hat, and call your classmates 'ma'am', and you'll be unstoppable.
Or roundly mocked. One or the other. Who can tell?
If that fails, wear your bike helmet to class. You can undo the chin strap and let it dangle if you prefer to send a devil-may-care 'tude.
Helping Teo score with these girls is going to be so delightfully '06-'07.
What bike helmet?
Well this is a bad sign.
Have I ever given the impression that I own a bike helmet? Or a bike?
Don't bike without a helmet, young teo.
If you don't have a bike, of course, it's all good.
Helping Teo score with these girls is going to be so delightfully '06-'07.
Indeed. Except this time, it'll be fun for me too!
90: I believe, according to the finest traditions of the blog, that having launched Teo upon his career of venery, we are now required to hinder, rather than help, his further efforts in that regard.
Oh, then he should not wear his bike helmet to class after all. Good thing he's pretending not to have one.
I do not believe 90 and 96 are mutually inconsistent.
97: I dunno -- reducing the risk of head injury is important in class and out.
The word mutually confuses me in 98.
Don't bike without a helmet, young teo.
Don't "do it without the fez on."
It doesn't really add anything to the meaning of the sentence.
Unlike a bike helmet to your prospect of getting laid.
96: Bring up arcane New Mexico-centric geography. Promptly correct any grammar, word usage or geographical content errors in their responses. It might work! If not, try speaking in lipograms.
Yes, try to draw attention to your lipograms. And play with your hair.
Trying to talk only using words not containing the fifth symbol in our Roman graph-list is a worthy task.
I'm not neb, you know.
That, alas, is what your advisors wish to undo. Only an imitatio nosflowis can unlothario you.
109: Still lipogrammatic, barring the quotation. A virtuoso performance.
And play with your hair
I do this. A pal not long ago said, it might account for my curls.
Psst, nosflow, over here. I've got what you've been missing.
Always point out your lipograms with a flourish. Show disdain for folks that don't respond with fitting amounts of approbation.
108: I say it, nor shall I unsay it, mock as you may; I admit, you may find it trivial to stick to my constraint for short outbursts, but to that I say, I find no worth accruing to you in that.
117: That accounts for this void in my soul…
119.2: 'these deep-seated feelings of unease', I think you mean. Let yourself say the words.
Don't bike without a helmet, young teo.
This is excellent advice, but every day I arrive home with sweaty hair I wish I disregarded it. Maybe I can have a rule - when temperatures are above 90°, I can skip the helmet and risk god's wrath.
108.1: To 116?
Not a dash, nor a sprint; have I stamina and form for a marathon? But why would I try? I lack will and motivation.
But this is how to do it if you so wish, young 'filo. As I said, it might work ... on a boat ... with a pony ... in a world of playful linguists.
This incapacitating passion with a taproot in my gut?
122.2: Holy shit! A slip-up. Damn.
That accounts for this void in my soul...
Or so particular mullahs would have you hold as truth.
Or so particular mullahs would want you to hold as truth.
127 to the human condition?
More so than I generally wish to be, certainly.
we are now required to hinder, rather than help, his further efforts in that regard.
If teo believes thing one about the hallowed traditions of this blog, he's responsible for some serious auto-cockblocking, and we'll reap the benefits, thankyouverymuch.
I think I just sold my soul to a cell company. Only I'm the one paying.
If teo believes thing one about the hallowed traditions of this blog
Thing two's the one that lies about the blog, right?
136: But now you can play the guitar real good.
Also, soup (now-departed) was right about the credit records (of course). Supposedly, I'll get my deposit back if I prove myself worthy pay my bills on time.
Lame joke taking off from the story about Robert Johnson. Also see Tommy in O Brother Where Art Thou?.
