Mutwa, Dabir and Izri ride into the desert looking for Indrajala.
Monthly Archive for March, 2009
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By rights I ought to be opposed to any one-(wo)man band that doesn’t include leg straps, a hi-hat and a big bass drum, but I find myself charmed soppy by this.
Full disclosure: My friend Jan from Spare Snare (new album out April 20, preorder now!) collects Stylophones (now back in production and only $20!) so I suppose that helps, and Tenori-on (which I first heard about via BoingBoing, same as you) resembles 1981 ELECTRONIC LIGHTFIGHT GAME of DUELING LIGHTS Milton Bradley #4144, the only game I’ve ever been any good at (which is a little like being vain about your elbows), but there’s something really good going on here. Well played, Little Boots!
Via Gibson Blog and (I notice belatedly) Palm Sounds (which I will now stay away from before I buy an ass-load more musical gear and cause my house to subside). (On 24th St. in Mpls today, an old man with a Stratocaster and a tiny battery-powered amp said he had been playing for forty-two years and was just beginning to figure it out. He blessed me and Andrew, and I felt genuinely blessed.)
Story idea I’ve been playing with for years. I came up with a log line for it yesterday, and I have to testify!
Twins from Matsu, feel each other’s pain, separated at birth, one goes on to spy for the mainland, the other to spy for Taiwan, brought into conflict, fail to recognize each other, love triangle, fight with guns and kung-fu, kill each other in the end.
Shakespearean Espionage Kung-Fu Tragedy.
Say it with me now!
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Listen up! Kinshasa paraplegic-street-gang-with-homemade-bikes-and-guitars Staff Benda Bilili’s album Très Très Fort is now out on Crammed. Run for your life and pick up a copy!
While doing a little research for the radio-amateurs-in-Ethiopia book, I was blindsided by my next two books:
Sir Francis Walsingham ran a postal interception bureau with some cryptanalytic capability during the reign of Elizabeth I, but the technology was only slightly less advanced than men with shotguns, during World War I, who jammed pigeon post communications and intercepted the messages carried.
—http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SIGINT_in_Modern_History
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My longboards have been gathering dust all winter.
+M1 is at ice-skating camp.
+Rachel and M2 are swimming.
+The ice is off the roads.
= An afternoon of soul-carving down the long slow hill in front of our house.
It’s spring!
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This passage describing pre-Napoleonic Cairo, from Geoff Manaugh’s review of Nina Burleigh’s book Mirage grabs me by the subconscious:
You knock two or three times — and then crawl through a small circular door in the middle of a brick wall that could just as easily have been the entrance to a building. And then you’re gone, hiking through a part of the city you’d never even heard of before.
I just can’t get enough of neighborhoods divided from one another by hobbit-doors. I’ll be spending a LOT of time in Imaginary Cairo for the foreseeable future.
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