From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #137 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, April 13 1999 Volume 08 : Number 137 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Belle & Sebastian -- fear not gnat! ["Chaney, Dolph L" ] Re: A Minor Work in Travelogue (RH .04%) [Capuchin ] more word lists and recipes. [dlang ] celeb news, hot off the presses, scooping evenEb again... [Mark_Gloster@3] Linda Thompson/Robert Carlyle Question [MARKEEFE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 11:13:08 -0400 From: "Chaney, Dolph L" Subject: Belle & Sebastian -- fear not gnat! Yeah, here's the scoop on Tigermilk from http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/news/index.shtml -- - ----------------------------------------------------------- record news belle & sebastian are currently recording their fourth studio/church album for release in late summer. the band are also planning a three track single to be released before the album. the much sought after debut album 'tigermilk' is also scheduled for a release in may/june. it has been re-mastered and will be available for the first time on CD as well as vinyl. the decision to re-release the album was prompted by the poor quality bootlegs that have been flying around the world. - ----------------------------------------------------------- Dolph np: Smudge, Manilow ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 16:13:57 +0100 (BST) From: Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer Subject: Re: highly recommended >>>>> "hal" == hal brandt writes: hal> Maybe I've missed it, but I haven't heard anyone mention the hal> band Sparklehorse on the list yet. I saw them supporting NMH. They were kind of okay. Alternating between noise and country didn't do anything for me. - -- Stewart C. Russell Analyst Programmer, Dictionary Division stewart@ref.collins.co.uk HarperCollins Publishers use Disclaimer; my $opinion; Glasgow, Scotland ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 11:46:01 EDT From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: RH compilation In a message dated 4/11/99 7:46:05 PM, skmull@swbell.net writes: << Well, I've spent all day trying to make the track listing for that RH compilation tape I'm making for the professor I'm trying to fuck. I probably won't actually make the tape until tomorrow, so if anyone has any suggestions on how to make the track listing better (additions or subtractions or ordering), feel free to submit them to me. Side A: 1. Sometimes I Wish I Was A Pretty Girl >> My inclination would be to ease someone in a little bit more. Ya don't wanna scare her off here! It's a great song and should be on the tape somewhere, but maybe something a little more straightforwardly poppy for side A, song 1? Otherwise, it looks like a cool selection of career-spanning material. I think it'll get ya laid ;-) - -----Michael K. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 09:11:02 -0700 (PDT) From: VIV LYON Subject: A Minor Work in Travelogue (RH .04%) Der Portland Travelogue: (Forgive the lateness- I've been adjusting to a new 'job'.) As many of you know, I made a feggish pilgrimage to the foci of Fegdom, the Portland/Seattle areas, last weekend. I have revised my stance on the locale of the fegtopia- Portland is gorgeous and delicious. Possibly nutritious as well. I left from office at high noon on Friday, April 2, and took the train to the airport, blah blah, boring travel details aside- At long last (longer than it took me to get to Oxford England) I arrived at PDX half an hour early. It is my curse to be congenitally early. One J. A. Brelin, aka 'Capuchin', my 'connection,' was not there yet, so I waited apprehensively at the gate for approximately two seconds before heading off to pre-emptively strike and meet him ( I didn't actually strike him). As I waddled along with my pink suitcase repeatedly thwacking my calf, I saw a bespectacled John Flansburgh doppleganger (only later it turned out he looks more like Kurt Russell) approaching. Knowing this to be the Monkey, I set my suitcase down and awaited his recognition. Soon enough he saw me and approached, gallantly taking up the burden of the pink case and displaying his Moss Elixir nailpolish which I had sent him via the mails only days before. I was wearing Globe of Frogs. It was destiny. Okay, it was a particular kind of semi-manufactured destiny, but destiny nonetheless. We ventured to dinner- a rehabbed schoolhouse- those McMenamins are awesome- and then to a show at the Crystal Ballroom. I don't mind telling you that a) the Crystal Ballroom is magnificent and b) Jeme is not a half-bad dancer. Well, about half-bad. After the show, we retired to his pied-a-terre downtown and were mightily annoyed by his cat who remains nameless. Saturday- A visit to Powell's Techincal Books led us into the nefarious hands of Carole Reichstein, who proceded to take our Jeme's picture for an upcoming issue of the store's newsletter. (He was interviewed because he's such a goddamn smarty-pants.) I managed to sneak in the picture as well, looking quite pensive and scholarly as I pretend to understand a book on Linux. I also bought some cool bug stickers. Viva Powells! At this point we were late for our luncheon date with a certain M. Wolfe. We rushed through the glistening streets to join him, but alas! No answer was given at his address! Woe! We serenaded him outside what we took to be his window, but his heart was made of stone and we received no response to our lonesome caterwauling. At length we relented, and made our way towards the sushi bar forlornly- only to be confronted as we rounded a corner by a sinister, shadowy figure in a fedora and long coat! It was Michael Wolfe, and we sheepishly apologized for being approximately three hours late. He reluctantly forgave us and so sushi was had. And how! It was Michael's first sushi, which, if you'll forgive me Michael, is a travesty- living as you do only four blocks away from the best raw fish I ever ground between my teeth. The meal consumed and paid for, we took our leave of him and found ourselves Seattle-bound, there to find the city of the Dead. No, no, wait- I mean, there to find Eddie Tews. We basically drove around and ate all weekend, so it will come as no surprise when I tell you that we met Eddie only to be served delicious Pakistani food by him. We ascertained, for anyone who has been curious, that Mr. Edward C.B. Tews is nigh unto 30 years old, making him the perfect Mudhead to Jeme's Porgie. The food was great, and the boss's kid (who told Eddie he was balding because he's white) is just terrifically adorable; I highly recommend this restaurant. Plus, Eddie ate the bill. Whatta guy. I made him a paper bird with "Real Flying Action!" It was late when we finally tore ourselves away from the hot buffet-readying action going down at the restaurant, but as it was my first time in Seattle, I wanted to see (don't gag) the Space Needle. After driving around the suburbs for a long time, we determined we were lost and asked for directions. A couple of times. Finally, we approached the monument to tourism, only to discover that it had closed less than a half-hour before we got there. But there was a kid's carnival behind the Needle, and as it was unguarded and unlocked, we cavorted for a while on the Ferris Wheel. After being scoped out by one too many a high-school kid, we decided to hit the road. Somehow, the two and a half hour trip from Seattle to Portland turned into a five hour odyssey, and we returned to loving arms of Portland. Easter Sunday- We brunched at a darling little french restaurant, and then walked around some. It was rather rainy, however, so we soon retired to Chez Monkey, ostensibly to 'talk', and view Capuchin's 'etchings'. I don't need to tell you that it went a little farther than that. But how was I to know? Before I knew what was happening, I was on his couch and...looking at his high-school yearbooks! Dear reader, I swear I never meant it to happen! I'm not that kind of girl! But it was over, at long last, and though I felt a little spiritually bruised, I knew I would come through alright, and maybe even learn to like it. That evening, we ate at the best restaurant I've ever been to. I will remember those crab-cakes til my dying day, so help me God. The next morning dawned fine and bright. Time to see Portland, before it was too late (I was leaving on a 1:00 plane). Well, it was just utterly charming. Fountains on every corner, an adorable light rail system, a huge mountain looming ominously in the distance....and then, in the blink of andeye, it was time to race back to the car and speed to the airport. And so I winged my way home, having met some lovely fegs, upping my total to seventeen, and eaten some truly marvelous food. Amen. Vivien Have a care, Bayard- I may beat you yet. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 10:38:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: A Minor Work in Travelogue (RH .04%) Yay! Someone ELSE'S travelogue to which I may reply. You probably don't want to read this. So... Viv came and stayed with me for a few days. It was grand. On Mon, 12 Apr 1999, VIV LYON wrote: > I arrived at PDX half an hour early. It is my curse to be > congenitally early. One J. A. Brelin, aka 'Capuchin', my 'connection,' > was not there yet, so I waited apprehensively at the gate for > approximately two seconds before heading off to pre-emptively strike > and meet him ( I didn't actually strike him). Not on Friday, anyway. The striking really started in earnest on Saturday afternoon. And I was so proud of myself for showing up at the airport almost twenty minutes early! Bah. > As I waddled along with my pink suitcase repeatedly thwacking my calf, I appreciated the thought of the gift-cow, but the way she beat it with her pretty pink suitcase was completely out of line. > I saw a bespectacled John Flansburgh doppleganger (only later it turned > out he looks more like Kurt Russell) approaching. This makes no sense to me. Someone tell her she's WRONG. Please? Oh dear. (Maybe this explains why she said she couldn't look at me for the first hour.) > I don't mind telling you that a) the Crystal Ballroom > is magnificent and b) Jeme is not a half-bad dancer. Well, about > half-bad. I'm slightly over half-bad. I think she just had a particularly flattering angle. > After the show, we retired to his pied-a-terre downtown and > were mightily annoyed by his cat who remains nameless. My cat, in fact, does have a name. Screw you guys. > It was Michael Wolfe, and we sheepishly > apologized for being approximately three hours late. He reluctantly > forgave us and so sushi was had. And how! It was Michael's first sushi, > which, if you'll forgive me Michael, is a travesty- living as you do > only four blocks away from the best raw fish I ever ground between my > teeth. First of all, Mio Sushi is, in my opinion, only the second best sushi in town. But it's damned good nonetheless. Second, yeah, we were three hours late. We had a long morning. Michael just about throttled us both. I'd never seen him so close to violence. I could see his intellect struggling against his humanity manifest in the bulging veins around his head. But Vivien was so charming, he forgave her... I don't think I have that particular skill. I think Michael's plotting something rather gruesome for my future. I'm putting this down publicly in the hope that it might thwart his plan, knowing that if I come up missing, everyfeg will be aware of his possible plots. > We basically drove around and > ate all weekend We had six meals on four days: Dinner Friday at the Kennedy School (where we got to check out Sally's Room. Great fun there. I believe Viv ate the High Pasta and I had a garden commie. Vivien said her meal was the best she'd eaten in a restaurant in a very long time. She would have better at least thrice before leaving.) Lunch at Mio Sushi on Saturday (Fucking fantastic. Heh!) Dinner at Marco Polo (I can't believe she didn't mention the weird Indian guy at the Blimpie's sub shop where I asked for directions to Marco Polo. I mentioned that a friend of mine worked there. The Indian fellow laughed and swept his hands across his scalp, indicating baldness. I laughed like a madman when we left.) Easter Brunch at the Brasserie Montmartre (Eh. But I'd never considered eggs benedict with salmon lox instead of that porkstuff. That was tastey.) Dinner at Higgins (Super fancy posh posh restaurant. But Greg Higgins is so inventive and amazing. Crab Cakes with kumquats? Yam tarts? Hoo boy.) Breakfast at the Bijou Cafe (Two words: Snapper Hash. Dear lord. fishy fishy yum yum. Gotta love breakfast potatoes.) > We > ascertained, for anyone who has been curious, that Mr. Edward C.B. Tews > is nigh unto 30 years old, making him the perfect Mudhead to Jeme's > Porgie. I'm not going to pretend I know what this means. > The food was great, and the boss's kid (who told Eddie he was > balding because he's white) is just terrifically adorable; I highly > recommend this restaurant. Yet he would not take my yo-yo when offered. OH, he'd play with it just fine, but the boy can't accept a gift. And Viv played with him for ages. That was fun. OOoh... and we took a picture washing dishes. That was superkeen. I've got to see those when they're done, edkid. > Plus, Eddie ate the bill. Whatta guy. This floored me, by the way. I didn't say much at the time because it was just weird. But Viv and I made a bet on whether or not the fellow at Blimpie's would know where Marco Polo could be found... the bet involved picking up the tab at the restaurant. eddie nulled that wager pretty quick by playing Eat The Tab!!! (By the way, Vivien, my copy of eat the state is still in your backpack... or at least was last Monday.) > I made > him a paper bird with "Real Flying Action!" These are spectacular. Truly amazing. I highly recommend meeting Vivien just to get one of these (HEY! I didn't get one!). > Finally, we approached the monument to tourism, only > to discover that it had closed less than a half-hour before we got > there. I take full responsibility for being an oaf and a lunkhead and everything else. I missed the exit while babbling about something like software licensing agreements. I feel pretty dumb. Anyway, we pulled off the freeway in South Seattle. I've come to believe that's always a mistake. > But there was a kid's carnival behind the Needle, and as it was > unguarded and unlocked, we cavorted for a while on the Ferris Wheel. Hmm... Ferris Wheel Cavorting. I'm really surprised nobody watches that stuff. I guess I would expect it to be covered in more crazy high school kids. > Somehow, the two and a half hour trip from Seattle to > Portland turned into a five hour odyssey, and we returned to loving > arms of Portland. I'll tell you how. An hour in Shari's outside Tacoma. An hour and ten in Seattle Center (some in the ferris wheel, some getting freaked out by the carrousel). And an hour lost to that hideous Daylight Eating Time. > Before I knew what was happening, I was on > his couch and...looking at his high-school yearbooks! Dear reader, I > swear I never meant it to happen! I'm not that kind of girl! Don't blame me. You'd've done it, too. Look at the way she was DRESSED for goodness' sake! She was positively begging for it to happen somewhere. Pigtails and a "Show me your high school yearbook" smile. I mean, she would only have been more blatant had she donned her letterman sweater and a plaid skirt! > But it was > over, at long last, and though I felt a little spiritually bruised, I > knew I would come through alright, and maybe even learn to like it. She loved it. Don't let her lie. > a huge mountain looming ominously in the distance... I don't think of it as ominously looming as much as I imagine it stoically standing guard. > and then, > in the blink of andeye, it was time to race back to the car and speed > to the airport. We fairly missed the plane. The woman at the counter had to practically beg to get them to re-open the jetway and allow Vivien through. That didn't make anything easier. > And so I winged my way home, having met some lovely > fegs, upping my total to seventeen, and eaten some truly marvelous > food. Amen. Blessed be the feg and Robyn and the Holy Telecaster. It is a bit like feg mecca. Perhaps we should construct a Robyn statue (complete with walkman) in the south park blocks. > Have a care, Bayard- I may beat you yet. I may beat him, too. Senseless. Knucklehead. ... oh... wait. BAYARD... right. I thought you meant somebody else. J. - -- ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 14:53:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Terrence M Marks Subject: Three cheers for the gentleman in velvet I've got this contest going on at my comic strip. I'm giving away prizes to anyone who can think of one of the three best names for my comic strip. If anyone from this list wins, I'll send him or her the Bucket o' Brains "Surgery" flexidisc. It's at http://grove.ufl.edu/~normal. Please enter. You'll make me feel a lot better. Terrence Marks Unlike Minerva (a comic strip) http://grove.ufl.edu/~normal normal@grove.ufl.edu ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 20:34:09 -0400 From: cinders blue Subject: last minute spain gigs! fegs, just noticed that these were added to the museum (must have been last night since i looked there sunday morning while updating the fegsite). April 12 (Monday): Live broadcast on Radio National 3 at 4:30 pm April 13 (Tuesday): Luz de Gaz, Barcelona April 16 (Friday): Sala Jam, Bergara April 17 (Saturday): Teatro I Altellar, Leon woj n.p. the loud family ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 20:54:45 +0930 From: dlang Subject: more word lists and recipes. Yo Fegs, I trust you have all now recovered from the great Linguistics of song flame war. I decided to keep my own council, the best policy in these troubled times methinks'. Anyway, time for a teensey diversion ,some levity. But rather than tie up the list with such frivolities, as we must leave enough space for more important posts, I will direct you here http://users.senet.com.au/~tortoise/index.html wherin , if you follow the readers doglist link, those of you who are mad on word lists and weird recipes,may wallow in such things at your leisure, free from criticism about your deviant persuits. There also some pretty silly Lp reviews that had me chuckling moderately as well. feg x. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 07:27:59 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: celeb news, hot off the presses, scooping evenEb again... Boxcar Willie, one of the kings of 70's and 80's 30-60 second TV commercial country hit collections is no longer with us. I am just about sure that his originals were not covered by the Soft Boys. In other news, brilliant musician, composer, conductor, and all around dead guy, Duke Ellington, receives Pulitzer. Michael Jackson says he'd never hurt a child. Also, sexism found rampant in birds and bees- butterflies: "shocked." Film at eleven. Happies, - -Sharkboy feg news service ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 11:45:11 EDT From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Linda Thompson/Robert Carlyle Question A friend of mine who's on a lidt for the actor Robert Carlyle (of Trainspotting and Full Monty) asked me if I knew whether or not Carlyle and Linda Thompson were siblings. Someone on the list had remembered reading an interview with Linda a few years back wherein she'd mentioned her actor brother and how he'd played Hamish MacBeth on BBC (I think this is right), which is a role that Carlyle has also played. Coincidence? I don't know. RT fans? Trainspotting fans? BBC fans? Factoid sponges? Trivia whores? Whaddya know? - -----Michael K. ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #137 *******************************