From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V10 #197 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, May 15 2001 Volume 10 : Number 197 Today's Subjects: ----------------- pedants'r'us [grutness@surf4nix.com (James Dignan)] a Mozzer fan...always [Jill Brand ] WanderLust ["Sirloin Stockade" ] Re: pedants'r'us ["C. Aaron Lowe" ] guilty pleasures (was 80s music) ["tomahto, tomaeto" ] Re: RIP DNA ["Mike wells" ] Re: RIP DNA [Melissa Higuchi ] By Nothing ["tomahto, tomaeto" ] cannot a robot admire his own caboose? [Viv Lyon ] Sometimes I wish I were a pretty girl ["tomahto, tomaeto" ] [comics] yes...more on Sim [HAL ] Re: WanderLust [Bayard ] Re: what's in a name? [Charles Gillett ] Matador News Update for 10 May 2001 [/dev/woj ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 17:25:48 +1200 From: grutness@surf4nix.com (James Dignan) Subject: pedants'r'us >It's rancidly misanthropic (in the sense of "anti-male"). the word you're looking for, if I'm not mistaken, is misoandrist. Misanthropic means anti-people-in-general. Someone (maybe in Scotland) may well tell me I am mistaken, and provide the correct word. James James Dignan, Dunedin, New Zealand. =-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-= -=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.- .-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=- You talk to me as if from a distance -.-=-.- And I reply with impressions chosen from another time =-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-. (Brian Eno - "By this River") ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 09:00:30 -0400 (EDT) From: Jill Brand Subject: a Mozzer fan...always Drew is a dear, but really, the apology wasn't necessary. I only get to be at a computer about 15 minutes a day on average, so sometimes I write in such haste that I don't make the point I wanted to. On the nostalgia question, I meant that the Smiths suffered from the Van Gogh Syndrome (or "it sounds great when you're dead"). In the U.S., there wasn't a lot of hooplah about them until after they were gone, but many writers and DJs will talk about them today as if everyone had realized that this band was the second coming back in the 80s. And that is patently not the case. Most people didn't have a clue who they were. Jill, who is dreaming of nostalgia from an age yet to come ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 07:23:18 -0700 From: "Sirloin Stockade" Subject: WanderLust Chapter 5 Rocket Crotch "I," boomed Eb, shortly after hoisting himself atop the stage and performing a brief "moonwalk" routine, "have a bionic dick!" The inmates' eating gradually retarded before reaching a complete stop. At last, Gerberding rose to express the group consciousness. "Intriguing (to say the least)," he enunciated carefully. "But surely you can't mean that literally. Or...can you?" "Absolutely," responded Eb almost before the question had been asked. The inmates took it in turn to each gingerly place his cutlery on the table in front of him. A visibly impressed Eb thought to himself, "Wow. I wonder who does their choreography?" before beginning, "Well, there was a bit of a mishap with a trowel, and, uh, basically the specialists decided it'd be best to start from scratch. So now I stand before you: man/machine. The best lovin' that money can buy. 'Built to spill', you might say." Eb sniggered slightly at his cleverness, but lamented to himself that "these cretins, deprived of my vast musical knowledge, will never in a million years pick up on that reference." But no sooner had the words tumbled forth that cafetorium rang out with the sudden laughter of a thousand amused inmates. The laughter was interspersed with calls of "Bravo!", or "Good man!", or their like. Finally, as the laughter gave way to rhythmic clapping, Harper exclaimed, "Take it off! Take it ALL off!" Eb soon found himself vamping and strutting 'round the stage like a thinner, balder Mick Jagger -- his vestments swirling about his person like autumn leaves. But before his climax (so to speak), Eb darkened, waved off the rhythmic clapping, and warned, "Yea, I can deliver you into the arms of ecstasy. But I *will* be needing remuneration." Jergensen asked, "You mean, like, cigarettes?" "You know, something a bit less tangible," answered Eb. "To put it baldly: in exchange for my, ah, services," he made a rather crude "in/out" pantomime with the middle finger of his right hand and the index finger and thumb of his left hand, "I will need help in busting out of here." Miller (known among the population for thinking on his feet) commented, "But, what you're proposing...I should guess that the penal authorities would not look too kindly upon us for any, sort of, accessory to--" "What the...?" Eb cut him off. "There are no penile authorities in Los Angeles! *Especially* not in prison. Get a grip on yourself, man. It's catch-as-catch-can in here. Free to be: you and me. 'Come' as you are, bro'! I'll utilise my 'circuitry' whenever and wherever I please -- and then some." Eb countered the blank stares with, "Okay, it's like this: a friend of mine (whom I'll just call 'Shuttlecock'), scored some sweet front-row tickets for the Tool concert on the 12th." An excited murmur ran through the crowd. Rogers, unbuckling his belt, exclaimed, "Line forms here!" Then, in an embarrassed moment of uncertainty, asked Eb, "Uh, we *are* starting now, right?" "Oh, cointedly!" answered Eb. "We're really gonna *have* to if I'm going to finish 'doing' all thousand of you by midday on the 12th. (I need to leave a bit early, and stop off for a taco before I meet up with 'Shuttlecock')." Hedley, calculating quickly in his head, protested, "But that would give us barely two-and-three-quarters minutes each -- and that's only if you don't even take a break." "Oh, I can handle it," assured Eb. "I *might* have to take a few moments sometime tomorrow to change batteries. But it really shouldn't take more than--" Gerberding once again spoke for the group, "But *we* want *more* than that. How if you 'do' half now, and half when you get back from the concert." "Back?" scoffed Eb. "I ain't *never* coming back here. Once I'm free -- it's for good." Once again, silence reigned in the cafetorium. "What's with you guys?" asked an incredulous Eb, finally. "You'd want to come back here, to this living hell, for--" "The field trip to the wax museum is on the 14th!" screeched Gideon. "If you don't come back, you'll miss it!" The inmates nodded. "Oh, *fuck* the wax museum. I've got more important fish to fry. I can't be--" "Fuck the wax museum?" Gideon was reaching the end of his rope. "Fuck YOU, a-hole!" The inmates nodded. Eb, returning dejectedly to his cell, seated himself at the edge of his bed, and hung his head low. After three-minutes-forty-five seconds, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes measurably, and said (his voice perhaps steelier than it ever had been), "There's a way out of this fuckhole. It's only in the finding..." Over the next fourteen hours, Eb did not move. His mental state, by this time, could only be summarised as "disturbed". At last, he toppled over and fell into a sleep, muttering, "I know the pieces fit...I know the pieces fit...I know the pieces fit" over and over again. *** Stoney Lonesome -- Day 2 *** "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" screamed Eb so loudly that he woke himself. Initially disoriented, he took a few moments to regain his bearings, then snapped, "That's *it*!" "If my will to attend the Tool concert is greater than the will of this god-forsaken lock-up to constrain me, then...it *cannot* constrain me." Eb paced the cell for several minutes, convincing himself that he had indeed fit all the pieces together coherently. Finally, he permitted himself to say the word aloud: "Telekinesis." He then buzzed the front desk via the "intercom", and repeated, "Tele-fuckin'-kinesis, baby!" Finally, Eb was at peace. "Truly am I a Philosopher-King," he smiled contentedly. The End _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 11:22:41 -0500 From: "C. Aaron Lowe" Subject: Re: pedants'r'us At 12:25 AM 5/14/2001, James D. wrote: > >It's rancidly misanthropic (in the sense of "anti-male"). > >the word you're looking for, if I'm not mistaken, is misoandrist. >Misanthropic means anti-people-in-general. Almost right. You just added an "o." The word you're looking for is "misandry" ("misandrist"). You're right, though, that "misanthropy" means "hatred of humankind," rather than hatred of *men* in particular. ~Aaron * - - C. Aaron Lowe [ mailto:aaron@hollowstreets.net ] - - http://aaron.hollowstreets.net [ my personal website ] - - http://www.hollowstreets.net/music.htm [ my CD-R trade list ] ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 16:34:05 -0000 From: "tomahto, tomaeto" Subject: guilty pleasures (was 80s music) Musical Odesseys Ross wrote of his: >For me a major factor was that in the 60s of my >childhood you got >*every* kind of music all together on the AM, >the only radio available. >Yardbirds next to Nancy Sinatra, Jefferson >Airplane next to Gary >Puckett and the Union Gap. Musical variety >shows were also popular >then, such as "The Entertainers" or the Carol >Burnett Show. Or of >course Ed Sullivan w/ the Rolling Stones next to >some lady playing >"Lady of Spain" on the spoons or Jackie Gleason and those kalidescope dancers. (All of whom had dog acrobats, an act I for one -sorely- miss.) Audiencences were less segmented, programming less specialized. There were still shows 3 generations would watch together. It was kinda sweet. My first concert, which I dont count. Monkees, Forest Hills with guess who as the openning act(I can remember the dress I wore, the dress Davy wore but for the life of me can't remember much about the first act:-( Then a day-concert, Canned Heat at the Armory for some charity. Then the real first nighttime, adult concert. The Rolling Stones at the Garden in 69. Followed soon after by the Youngbloods and Jefferson Airplane at the Fillmore East(and my parents picking us up afterwards in the dark green with wood-paneling station wagon. Oh the shame.) Then the Who at the NY Opera House, then a big dopey blur... including most late 60s, 70s acts. And then I was working for Island Records late 70s--so free ins everywhere. Nights spent hitting 3 or 4 different venues. Timing going to the bathroom at only the more expensive ones;-). Lots of free drugs. Then burnout and retreat to Jersey, then Philly(I figured if Lou Reed needed to leave NY to not die, why should I be proud about it?) Anyway the end of my hipper-than-thou days and the beginning of a more hobbit-like existance and musical tastes. But still enough of a finger in things to like all the college radio 80s kids. And to hate prgrammed big radio pap. Processed cheese. Then giving pregnancy in 89 and further withdrawal from the land of the hep(missed grunge completely-- a black hole, thou I like the little Ive heard in retrospct)for the next 5 years (Baby Beluga was the -best- of what I listened to.) Then slow reentry into halfway decent middle-aged tastes. All along I had show tunes and jazz from my parents. In high school a friend got me started on classical. To me its all music and music is a blessing. Think of a world with no music. Even the crummiest bit of pop chum is its own little miracle. And the best ... the best is the best we are capable of. Think if we could get other stuff up on the the level of music. Thats why they always have angels playing instruments or describe heaven as music--its the most extrodinary thing our imaginations can still grasp. There is bliss past there but since it cant be conceptualized awareness of it cant be brought back(hey babe--its a mystic trip:-). So, for now, put that other dime in the juke box baby. Plus, if you play "Eidelweiss", early Zep, Keith's "98.6", "Sorry, Grateful" and "Tell Me About your Drugs" all in a row I'll probobly start spinning so fast I might just dissapear(--hey, wait, maybe you just need to play "Dancing Barefoot" for that;-). Buuuutt--I also like chunks of Springsteen, Dave Matthews and ....well cant think of a third which would be rated so foul and rank by Feg standards. Wait I got it---some U2! Kay, ever the Contrarian(and proud of it baby) _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 12:58:22 -0400 From: "ross taylor" Subject: RIP DNA Got the news about Douglas Adams from this list. Thanks, I guess. Ugh. I had been cheering myself up w/ tapes of Hitchhiker. I was also looking forward to much more and different from him. They are doing construction right across the street from me in Falls Church, so I thought the proper thing in memory of Adams would be to lie down in front of the buldozers for a bit. But then I already know how the story ends, so I decided to skip a step and go straight to a bar for "muscle relaxant." Hope the movie still comes out. Ross Taylor Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 12:12:48 -0500 From: "Mike wells" Subject: Re: RIP DNA > But then I already know how the story ends, so > I decided to skip a step and go straight to > a bar for "muscle relaxant." If I recall correctly that would be a "Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," something about having your brain smashed in by a lemon peel wrapped around a gold brick. Bummer about the news. RIP, Douglas. Michael who thought "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency" was better than the last three Hitchiker's books ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 18:15:51 -0000 From: Melissa Higuchi Subject: Re: RIP DNA ick. I am still not dealing well with this news even though I found out way back on Saturday. Friends of mine decided to call and tell me. They thought that it would be funny to try to convince me that Robyn Hitchcock was dead before telling me that it was Douglas Adams. Ah well. Other friends will be trying to come up with an earth version of the Pan galactic to have a toast to Mr. Adams on Sat. Melissa - -- ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 18:36:35 -0000 From: "tomahto, tomaeto" Subject: By Nothing Drew wrote: >Someone posted a typically pompous and stuffy but right on the money >open letter to one of the bi lists I'm on about how the "functioning >heterosexual" behavior and attractions described as "success" in the >study actually describe *bisexual* behavior and attractions pretty >well. Lots of straight people, as well as more gay people than you'd >expect, still don't see how human sexuality can be anything other >than a >two-position switch. Yes, and partly because of that being bi is problamatic in places where being gay or straight isnt. Libraries are pretty gay-friendly workplaces but no one, if they can avoid it, comes out as bi where I work. They pick their major preference and do a "thats my story and Im sticking to it" thing. Well, at least till they get caught;-). Was anyone else at the Maxwell's show long ago when Robyn, out of what appeared to be nowhere announced: "Everybody thinks Im gay." At which point the usual Maxwell packed-to-the-gills background noises subsided into pure nothingness for a long -long- pause. "Im not." He finially added. "Im nothing actually." Thats one way to escape the categories. Being nothing is being everything(probobly not what he ment but I still like it.) Gloster--where can I get a solar difibulator? Can I use my own ass(easier, cheaper, possibly cleaner;-)? Does Unca Nicka have a picture of Eb's ass on his fegphoto site? For so many people to comment it must be a sight to see(or am I the only totally-confused-by-this-whole-thread feg)? Kay _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 12:27:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Viv Lyon Subject: cannot a robot admire his own caboose? On Mon, 14 May 2001, tomahto, tomaeto wrote: > Does Unca Nicka have a picture of Eb's ass on his fegphoto site? For so many > people to comment it must be a sight to see(or am I the only > totally-confused-by-this-whole-thread feg)? Oh, we _wish_! No, I'm afraid it's just that Eddie has, for the sake of comedy, decided to make a big deal of Eb's posterior. The most recent story certainly has its charms, but has given me more than my fair share of unpleasant mental images. Vivien ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 20:39:21 -0000 From: "tomahto, tomaeto" Subject: Sometimes I wish I were a pretty girl ...So I could...: http://www.peterboro.net/~gthomson/org/orgasm.htm _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 13:07:46 -0800 From: Brett Cooper Subject: AZN Pride I have been going crazy on Napster lately, and have been noticing a lot of parody semi-serious/bigotry rap songs by a group calling themselves "AZN Pride" (Asian Pride). Does anyone know what is up with these guys? They seem to take themselves so seriously and yet their lyrics along with their Asian accents trying to emulate Gangstas make their songs hilarious and irresistable to throw on that mix CD that you're making to wake your listener up and make sure they are paying attention. Anyone? Brett ******************************************** Cooper Collections http://home.gci.net/~coopercollections ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 19:27:35 -0600 From: HAL Subject: [comics] yes...more on Sim For those following the story: http://www.ninthart.com/display.php?article=11 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 21:43:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Bayard Subject: Re: WanderLust > The End the end????? *SOB* say it isn't so! i laughed! i cried! i haven't seen such a realistic mythos since mao flosshilde! - --vast musical =b ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 23:51:59 -0500 (CDT) From: Charles Gillett Subject: Re: what's in a name? On Mon, 7 May 2001, victorian squid wrote: > I mean, John Cale is just......it's not that John is an overly common > first name, it's because he's such a forbidding sort of person A Cale tale from the April issue of The Wire, featuring ether and Marcus the cat: "We would go up to the roof, open the can and just sit and burn out there for the afternoon. What we didn't pick up on, though, was that Marcus would be walking around and rubbing up against our legs. The thing is that Marcus rubbing up against us gave off static electricity which, while we were up on the roof with an open can of ether, could have levelled the whole block." - -- Charles ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 08:11:24 -0400 From: /dev/woj Subject: Matador News Update for 10 May 2001 >From: matthew@matadorrecords.com >Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 00:32:43 -0400 >Subject: Matador News Update for 10 May 2001 >To: woj@smoe.org > >Matador News Update for 10 May 2001 >http://www.matadorrecords.com/news > >The Soft Boys > >Following the completion of their reunionized US and UK tours, Robyn, >Matthew, Morris and Kimberley have reached an artistic pinnacle; "I >Wanna Destroy You" was featured on the WB's "Roswell" last Monday. > >Yes, it's all downhill from here, but the band will somehow try and top >this when they trudge into the studio and attempt to record a new >album. ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V10 #197 ********************************