I don't know if the concert itself would be your thing, o-man.
You're trying to uninvite me, aren't you?
You say "at the Sunday concert". I'm just saying, at the concert there might be music you don't like.
I don't hear a "no" in there.
I understand I probably won't enjoy the music, but I'm a curious fellow, and can't think of any other time I could meet up with you guys.
I'm not trying to uninvite you, nincompoop. Actually I'm not sure if Kotsko is going to the concert; we're meeting for dinner beforehand, though.
Can someone clarify for me what type of music is going to be performed at this concert?
we're meeting for dinner beforehand
Ah, this I did not know. If I can make it for that, I will. I still have your number. (My guess is that I won't be able to make it, so don't wait for me or anything....)
It's to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the AACM (that's the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians to you, bub). Here is an article about the AACM and the European jazz-based avant-garde of the early 70s.
Interesting. Not my bag, but interesting (jazz, for me, lost much of its power after 1964 or so, although I like some of Miles' fusion stuff and I have an interest in Herbie Hancock's career overall).
Have a good time. Chi-town is my old, old stomping grounds.
So old that I can't make any recomendations besides "Have a good time."
Let me guess, Carpentersville?
Ok, I'm really out the door...
And this time, I'll totally dish afterward.
All we really want is confirmation that Kotsko always wears all black (like his mood), Weiner's political fury has not led to anarchist tendencies, and that w-lfs-n's girlfriend is real, a girl, and alive. Although if you can confirm that she's a shrew, so much the better.
w-lfs-n's girlfriend is real, a girl, and alive
How could she be the third and not the first?
Unicorns are alive but not real.
wd does not have a sufficiently sick mind.
Text, that would be if she were real but not alive.
actually, not sure what I am getting at here. you can easily imagine the g/f being the third and not the first or second -- a live goat. But it is harder to imagine the third and second but not the first. An alive girl that isn't real. Perhaps she lives in w-lfs-n's fancy.
Fair point, w-lfs-n (and w/d). So how would you write it?
the psycho interpretation is best. I can imagine that w-lfs-n has a dark black wig, severly cut, somewhere in the closet. And a silk kimono.
I should totally get each of those, text.
I fear that I share your dark side, bw.
If we're going to talk about whether fictional characters (unicorns) are alive, don't we want to try to get Weatherson over here? Otherwise, I contend that alive is a subset of real.
of course we have forgotten the possibility of transexuals, post or pre-op. In that case, real could modify girl.
"real" could also mean "really his girlfriend". There could be some girl that is alive that I think of as my girlfriend, or at least am thinking of when I say I have a girlfriend, who is not actually going out with me.
No, that's a fork, not a razor.
Hmm, also does w-lfs-n's g-f like him enough to suffer through, I mean attend, extended fusion jazz sessions or does she sit it out?
Actually, I've got a friend who's really into that shit too. He travels to go to these things.
The AACM guys (& gals) don't play fusion, boy.
And no, she won't be there, since she's not into that kind of thing.
just out of curiosity, how many commenters here live in Chicago? I do.
There was a poll a while ago, but the current crop of commenters is different now and it didn't distinguish between commenters and lurkers, of course.
I miss the old ones. Generational decline, I am complicit.
that was back when ogged wanted to let the philo grad student down easy with an e-mail, and she didn't respond. I think I was lurking back then. This blog is more like a sit-com than most other blogs.
just out of curiosity, how many commenters here live in Chicago?
not only do I not live in Chicago, but, barring a brief transfer at O'Hare when I was 12 years old, I've never been to Chicago. I imagine I'm one of the few readers who can say that.
A sit-com with soap opera overtones. I was lurking back then too (maybe I'd commented once or twice) but I was definitely driving up the NY numbers.
I did have an impression that there was a center of gravity among the regulars in Chicago, but I'm not sure why.
I did have an impression that there was a center of gravity among the regulars in Chicago
Because fucking w-lfs-n is the dominating personality in any conversation. We impute size to fear.
It seems like there used to be more New York based commenters as well, one of the Joes for instance. Where'd that guy go?
Am I wrong in thinking that there are more Minnesotans/Twin Citians in the haus than previously (I can think of myself and Tripp, but I thought there were one or two others)?
Joe Drymala I thought lived in LA (not Louisiana), but I'm no longer certain where I got that idea. joe d I have no idea about.
I remember that poll; that was just after I found this site. I think I actually voted. But that was a different time then, when I was new to blogging and hadn't thought out pseudonyms very carefully, and was using a different one than the one I've settled on now.
I was never any of the joe's, though. And am not in New York.
I've never been to Chicago — not even to stop at O'Hare, if memory serves. At the time of the poll, I was lurking so hard I was using a different pseudonym for not-commenting, so I might not have participated.
It's very important that the "fucking" in 41 be read as an emphasis, rather than anything else. Because there are other ways it could be read.
eb and I are probably not the same person.
There are indeed. Although, given the fact that he's one of the few male participants who are getting any, perhaps it's a reasonable choice of epithet.
Yes we're not the same person. We're not the same person probably.
49: as in "Dawn with her rosy fingers," or "furious Achilles," "Hera, cow-eyed goddess," "Odysseus, man of twists and turns": "w-lfs-n, the fucking"
But really, he's not the only one.
the best of course is: Eumaeus, loyal swineherd.
I am going to start using cow-eyed for foxxy. It is a good term, and cows do have pretty eyes. The Greeks were smart.
I bet that gets taken the wrong way a lot.
You know who has HUGE eyes is Zooey Deschanel.
Yes, please use line that on someone in public and come back here after she slaps you. Better yet, get ogged to try it.
Even if you venture forth all intrepid and slap-resistant, at the last moment you'll probably foul it up and say "moo boobs" instead of "cow eyes", and then you'll be sad.
Why did I think that was usually translated "ox-eyed"? It's a little gender-bending, but probably less hostility-provoking than anything with the word 'cow' in it.
(Also connects to a good bit in some O. Henry story where the woman complimented understands the phrase to have been "peroxide Juno".)
"ox-eyed" sounds more familiar to me now that you mention it, and it does win out on googlefight.
If I wrote Hera a letter
?tetteb ti ekam nodehportsuob dluow
You mean retteb, right?
A good word is "callipygian".
I'm pretty sure it's cow-eyed in the Farnsworth, but I could be mistaken. I like cow-eyed better.
And you might be surprised what works, if duly explained. A little whip, as spoke Zarathustra.
Anyway, I meant that I'd use the term when calling another foxxy to third parties. In general I don't tell women "I find you foxxy" -- so I wouldn't have much occasion for "you got purty cow-eyes." I would say it thus: that Angelina Jolie, she is cow-eyed, yes?
And it is vividly descriptive. One of the prettiest woman I've ever met was a lawyer at my last job with huge dark eyes (actually, Iranian and named Scheherazade, which is like being a pretty blonde named Rapunzel. Effective, but it somehow seems like gilding the lily a little.) 'Ox-eyed' in her case would give you a real sense of what she looked like, rather than just being a generic compliment.
Yup, "retteb".
Why should I callipygian? I hate pygians.
Standpipe Bridgeplate is banned!
Banning yourself just looks ostentatious. Some of us can get ourselves banned by the management (preening).
If you keep saying that, it's eventually going to be Boy Who Cries Wolf thing. When you really ban yourself by accident and are desperate for help to be unbanned, no help will be forthcoming.
the prettiest women I've met have all been cow-eyed, in the descriptive sense. Guess I go for that type. Maybe why I like the term. I make my plea: let us heed the wisdom of the ancients, and use the term cow-eyed (or ox-eyed) when appropriate.
I had to write 'boustrephedon' out forwards before I could figure out what you were saying. I hope you're happy.
I only just got it now -- slow kid in class. And, having googled callipygian, I'm all for that one too.
Back to commentator locations, I just discovered that cw and I are practically neighbors. That makes me happy.
Callipygian is a good word indeed, but then so is dasypygal. Harder to make a compliment of it, though.
Sorry, all. In hindsight, 69 was pretty obnoxious. My sense of good taste wedged in a negative feedback loop as a consequence of 68. I am chilling out now.
Standpipe, I can't help but think that your name really needs a title in front of it. Something like Admiral or Colonel, maybe.
w-lfs-n's getting to you, man. Your initial version was fine. The edit? Awkward.
You know, that actually occurred to me. I was kind of hoping everyone would notice it and not say anything, like when that certain uncle gets his third DUI.
w-lfs-n, is there no one whose happiness you can't ruin?
(Shakes fist impotently at the heavens.)
Tarrou, I think you might have me confused with someone else. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, maybe.
At the mineshaft, the only recongnized ranks are Rear Admirals and Privates. Of course, we employ the generic "Seaman."
I think I'm rather not, as I happen to be familiar with the Brigadier (and a few of his exploits with the good doctor). I was speaking more in terms of aesthetics than actual error.
What about Corporals? "Corporal Punishment..."
Gunnery Sergeant
Master of Arms
In slang, perhaps Light Colonel?
Drill Instructor (more a role than a rank, but come on...)
LizardBreath, you do seem to have corporal punishment this evening. Working long hours again?
"on the mind" should have come before "this evening," and should have been the only linked text.
At the Mineshaft, they're all brothers in arms. Rank is a matter of courtesy at best. Loose though discipline might be, however, you'll still find almost always be able to bump into at least one soldier at full attention.
Why yes.
Pretty much, if I'm commenting, I'm at work.
If I'm commenting a lot, I'm trying to write something.
If I ever get a job I can stand, odds are this place will never hear from me again.
Loose though discipline might be,
If you venture to the second basement, I think, you will find that the discipline is very strict.
LB,
You're just using us? You cad! (coincidnetly, I should be writing, too.)
I'd feel dirty and ashamed about it, but given that I'm a lawyer defending big tobacco, there's only so much shame I've got left.
And I should be studying for a final. I thought it was understood that we all have better things we could/should be doing? Isn't that part of the magic here?
Funny that. The deal I'm current making with myself is that every time I write a slide for my presentation Saturday morning, I get to combe back here and read all the comments that have been posted since the previous slide was written.
I'm about to start Slide 2!
Hey, LB, maybe I can use you, too. Arguments go back and forth about whether second hand smoke is bad for you. So far I've been too lazy to look into it, myself. Do you happen to know?
this was posted by progrrrl...it is a good idea/hilarious/seriously fucked up.
Probably best if I include the link. grouphug.us
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Seriously, I don't know anything about secondhand smoke, but I really couldn't say anything if I did. Working on this case is like something out of Get Smart -- I have little devices that generate ever-changing passwords for secret tobacco websites, I'm in contact with shadowy organizations of researchers who answer their phones without identifying themselves, and won't speak to anyone who hasn't been personally cleared -- it's just ridiculous. But my understanding is that teams of cancerous commandos would come get me and kill me if I let any tobacco secrets out.
Not that any tobacco secrets I know are even remotely interesting. I think anything interesting has been public for years.
In slang, perhaps Light Colonel?
Colonel Lingus drinks down the road at The Tool Shed.
I have a 24 hour take home exam starting in seven hours. This means I should probably comment more.
There's a book put out by the guy who came up with that site. Sort of a "best of." My sister gave it to me for Christmas. I couldn't stop reading it.
Of the confessions that pulled up for me when I followed the link, this has to be my favorite:
I hate the idea of being a racist, but I REALLY hate the Irish. I mean seriously, what have they contributed to the world, aside from drunk driving?
Jesus, man, go to sleep.
What's the class?
Crim... I need to re-read the material on RICO, then I'm going to sleep.
I have read none of the comments, but I cannot fucking imagine what there was about this post that would prompt 106 of them.
geez.
secret tobacco websites
blacklung.com were.out.to.get.you.net smoking.kills.but.we.wont.tell.you.org?
I haven't read any of the comments, but off-hand, I can't see anything that makes this post 106-comment-worthy.
Got any questions? That's what I'm working on now.
The policy answer to any RICO question is that it's a bad, bad, poorly drafted, overinclusive, stupid statute. Unless your professor likes it.
Take-home finals are especially fun to put off, 'cause you can set them right there on your desk and look at 'em.
Oh no, we're much too high-tech for that. The exam is available for download at 6 AM and must be returned by 6 AM on Saturday morning. Because our professor is apparently opposed to weekends.
I'm right there with you. I have a powder processing final at 7 PM tomorrow night.
Baby? (One hopes the drying/scenting agent, and not actual powdered babies)
Ceramic and metallic, with some pharmaceutical applications tossed in for the cross-disciplinary appeal. It's all colloids and capillarity and sintering and such.
Yeah, it's no powdered babies, but so it goes...
Ah, so you're actually learning how to do things. Practical things. What's that like?
It's kind of like eating overcooked lima beans.
My major is really equal parts science and engineering (it's actually called "materials science and engineering"). The science I like, that's where I get to learn about the things that make the physical universe tick. The engineering aspect conjures images of a life spent solving minor production problems on a factory line, all cheap ties with sort sleeve shirts and premature balding. I actually ended up accepting a job in technical sales, though, so don't look at me for practicality. I'm going to be tricking people for a living.
Nice. I work in marketing, so I trick people wholesale.