Can anyone think of a really great electric guitar player of the past twenty years or so who *hasn't* covered "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)"? Need some ammo for an argument.
Also, does anybody have a link to video that shows cockroaches crawling out of a cunt? That would help me prove another point. I already have a video of cockroaches crawling *into* a cunt.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - slide-playing acoustic blues singer Robert Pete Williams was found dead in his shack in Zachary, Lousiana back in 1980. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
Son House's place, not only in the history of Delta blues, but in the overall history of the music, is a very high one indeed. He was a major innovator of the Delta style, along with his playing partners Charley Patton and Willie Brown. Few listening experiences in the blues are as intense as hearing one of Son House's original 1930s recordings for the Paramount label. Entombed in a hailstorm of surface noise and scratches, one can still be awestruck by the emotional fervor House puts into his singing and slide playing. Little wonder then, that the man became more than just an influence on some White English kid with a big amp; he was the main source of inspiration to both Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson, and it doesn't get much more pivotal than that. Even after his rediscovery in the mid-'60s, House was such a potent musical force that what would have been a normally genteel performance by any other bluesmen in a "folk" setting, turned into a night in the nastiest juke joint you could imagine, scaring the daylights out of young White enthusiasts expecting something far more prosaic and comfortable. Not out of Son House, no sir. When the man hit the downbeat on his National steel bodied guitar and you saw his eyes disappear into the back of his head, you knew you were going to hear some blues. And when he wasn't shouting the blues, he was singing spirituals, a cappella. Right up to the end, no bluesman was torn between the sacred and the profane more than Son House. He was born Eddie James House, Jr., on March 21, 1902, in Riverton, MS. By the age of 15, he was preaching the gospel in various Baptist churches as the family seemingly wandered from one plantation to the next. He didn't even bother picking up a guitar until he turned 25; to quote House, "I didn't like no guitar when I first heard it; oh gee, I couldn't stand a guy playin' a guitar. I didn't like none of it." But if his ambivalence to the instrument was obvious, even more obvious was the simple fact that Son hated plantation labor even more and had developed a taste for corn whiskey. After drunkenly launching into a blues at a house frolic in Lyon, MS, one night and picking up some coin for doing it, the die seemed to be cast; Son House may have been a preacher, but he was part of the blues world now.
If the romantic notion that the blues life is said to be a life full of trouble is true, then Son found a barrel of it one night at another house frolic in Lyon. He shot a man dead that night and was immediately sentenced to imprisonment at Parchman Farm. He ended up only serving two years of his sentence, with his parents both lobbying hard for his release, claiming self defense. Upon his release -- after a Clarksdale judge told him never to set foot in town again -- he started a new life in the Delta as a full-time man of the blues.
After hitchhiking and hoboing the rails, he made it down to Lula, MS, and ran into the most legendary character the blues had to offer at that point, the one and only Charley Patton. The two men couldn't have been less similar in disposition, stature and in musical and performance outlook if they had purposely planned it that way. Patton was described as a funny, loud mouthed little guy, who was a noisy, passionate showman, using every trick in the book to win over a crowd. The tall and skinny House was by nature a gloomy man, with a saturnine disposition who still felt extremely guilt-ridden about playing the blues and working in juke joints. Yet when he ripped into one, Son imbued it with so much raw feeling that the performance became the show itself, sans gimmicks. The two of them argued and bickered constantly, and the only thing these two men seemed to have in common was a penchant for imbibing whatever alcoholic potable came their way. Though House would later refer in interviews to Patton as a "jerk" and other unprintables, it was Patton's success as a bluesman -- both live and especially on record -- that got Son's foot in the door as a recording artist. He followed Patton up to Grafton, WI, and record
a) explain what implementation difficulty Haskell's so-called "monomorphism restriction" alleviates, or b) give me some ideas for new and interesting things to jam in my ass?
ESR let me know that he's looking for a new slogan for Linux. Please choose one: a) Linux: Free as in gonorrhea. b) Linux: Free as in $699 per cpu. c) Linux: Free as in John Geoghan. d) Linux: Free as in my balls.
Don't forget Soul Calibur, which came out four years ago, and STILL looks damn near as good as the soon-to-be-released (outside Japan, anyway) Soul Calibur 2.
And for 2d Capcom/SNK fighters, it is also still far and away the best system.
Virus detection is a lot more involved than md5 sums. Check out Viruses Revealed for a good introduction (can be got cheaply on half.com and similar overstock sites).
Check out Xfce4. It doesn't seem to be as customizable as *box/fvwm/afterstep/windowmaker, but looks much more "slick", and is fairly lean, compared to KDE and Gnome anyway. I use either fluxbox or fvwm2 myself, but they are definitely in your "industrial" category.
All those axxx.ms.a.microsoft.com servers are owned and operated by Akamai. I guess you could still razz MS about that, but AFAIK, there's no real alternative for that kind of service.
Seems like Nintendo'd be in a better position to go third party than Sega was. Sega, for all the great games they make, haven't been able to sell them since the Genesis days. Nintendo has a much higher "mascot factor" (imagine all the Zelda or Mario games they could sell on PS2), and they are not nearly as strapped as Sega was when the ditched the DC.
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Can you give an example of your first point? I've looked in the past, and only ever really found Seaside and Borges (a Ruby implementation of Seaside) as real-world examples of the use of callcc.
(I understand CPS as an optimization technique, but that doesn't require or typically use first-class continuations like callcc, so it's something of a different issue, I think.)
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Some good questions and incisive observations. I hope you get to the bottom of all this.
I have a sea urchin jammed in my ass. You wouldn't believe the pain :( That's the last time I go to a sushi bar.
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Can anyone think of a really great electric guitar player of the past twenty years or so who *hasn't* covered "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)"? Need some ammo for an argument.
Also, does anybody have a link to video that shows cockroaches crawling out of a cunt? That would help me prove another point. I already have a video of cockroaches crawling *into* a cunt.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - slide-playing acoustic blues singer Robert Pete Williams was found dead in his shack in Zachary, Lousiana back in 1980. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
Punch yourself in the cunt a couple times and you'll get over it.
Son House's place, not only in the history of Delta blues, but in the overall history of the music, is a very high one indeed. He was a major innovator of the Delta style, along with his playing partners Charley Patton and Willie Brown. Few listening experiences in the blues are as intense as hearing one of Son House's original 1930s recordings for the Paramount label. Entombed in a hailstorm of surface noise and scratches, one can still be awestruck by the emotional fervor House puts into his singing and slide playing. Little wonder then, that the man became more than just an influence on some White English kid with a big amp; he was the main source of inspiration to both Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson, and it doesn't get much more pivotal than that. Even after his rediscovery in the mid-'60s, House was such a potent musical force that what would have been a normally genteel performance by any other bluesmen in a "folk" setting, turned into a night in the nastiest juke joint you could imagine, scaring the daylights out of young White enthusiasts expecting something far more prosaic and comfortable. Not out of Son House, no sir. When the man hit the downbeat on his National steel bodied guitar and you saw his eyes disappear into the back of his head, you knew you were going to hear some blues. And when he wasn't shouting the blues, he was singing spirituals, a cappella. Right up to the end, no bluesman was torn between the sacred and the profane more than Son House.
He was born Eddie James House, Jr., on March 21, 1902, in Riverton, MS. By the age of 15, he was preaching the gospel in various Baptist churches as the family seemingly wandered from one plantation to the next. He didn't even bother picking up a guitar until he turned 25; to quote House, "I didn't like no guitar when I first heard it; oh gee, I couldn't stand a guy playin' a guitar. I didn't like none of it." But if his ambivalence to the instrument was obvious, even more obvious was the simple fact that Son hated plantation labor even more and had developed a taste for corn whiskey. After drunkenly launching into a blues at a house frolic in Lyon, MS, one night and picking up some coin for doing it, the die seemed to be cast; Son House may have been a preacher, but he was part of the blues world now.
If the romantic notion that the blues life is said to be a life full of trouble is true, then Son found a barrel of it one night at another house frolic in Lyon. He shot a man dead that night and was immediately sentenced to imprisonment at Parchman Farm. He ended up only serving two years of his sentence, with his parents both lobbying hard for his release, claiming self defense. Upon his release -- after a Clarksdale judge told him never to set foot in town again -- he started a new life in the Delta as a full-time man of the blues.
After hitchhiking and hoboing the rails, he made it down to Lula, MS, and ran into the most legendary character the blues had to offer at that point, the one and only Charley Patton. The two men couldn't have been less similar in disposition, stature and in musical and performance outlook if they had purposely planned it that way. Patton was described as a funny, loud mouthed little guy, who was a noisy, passionate showman, using every trick in the book to win over a crowd. The tall and skinny House was by nature a gloomy man, with a saturnine disposition who still felt extremely guilt-ridden about playing the blues and working in juke joints. Yet when he ripped into one, Son imbued it with so much raw feeling that the performance became the show itself, sans gimmicks. The two of them argued and bickered constantly, and the only thing these two men seemed to have in common was a penchant for imbibing whatever alcoholic potable came their way. Though House would later refer in interviews to Patton as a "jerk" and other unprintables, it was Patton's success as a bluesman -- both live and especially on record -- that got Son's foot in the door as a recording artist. He followed Patton up to Grafton, WI, and record
ungh, yea Jenna, you hot little slut, you. Lick her pussy good Briana.... uh uh unghh!!!!
Shit, that is going to stain.
Speech to text software is great.
You can do that with just about any language. Such programs are called quines.
a) explain what implementation difficulty Haskell's so-called "monomorphism restriction" alleviates, or b) give me some ideas for new and interesting things to jam in my ass?
Anything that discourages "blogging" can't be all bad.
The kingdom of heaven is within.
ESR let me know that he's looking for a new slogan for Linux. Please choose one:
a) Linux: Free as in gonorrhea.
b) Linux: Free as in $699 per cpu.
c) Linux: Free as in John Geoghan.
d) Linux: Free as in my balls.
Thanks!
If so, it's either a myth, or so damn hard to find that it isn't worth the trouble. Much easier and just as effective to stick your finger in her ass.
what's your favorite word? I get a real kick out of "cacophonous" lately.
Don't forget Soul Calibur, which came out four years ago, and STILL looks damn near as good as the soon-to-be-released (outside Japan, anyway) Soul Calibur 2.
And for 2d Capcom/SNK fighters, it is also still far and away the best system.
Virus detection is a lot more involved than md5 sums. Check out Viruses Revealed for a good introduction (can be got cheaply on half.com and similar overstock sites).
Check out Xfce4. It doesn't seem to be as customizable as *box/fvwm/afterstep/windowmaker, but looks much more "slick", and is fairly lean, compared to KDE and Gnome anyway. I use either fluxbox or fvwm2 myself, but they are definitely in your "industrial" category.
All those axxx.ms.a.microsoft.com servers are owned and operated by Akamai. I guess you could still razz MS about that, but AFAIK, there's no real alternative for that kind of service.
Seems like Nintendo'd be in a better position to go third party than Sega was. Sega, for all the great games they make, haven't been able to sell them since the Genesis days. Nintendo has a much higher "mascot factor" (imagine all the Zelda or Mario games they could sell on PS2), and they are not nearly as strapped as Sega was when the ditched the DC.
Ultima Online has been doing this for a while.
Can you give an example of your first point? I've looked in the past, and only ever really found Seaside and Borges (a Ruby implementation of Seaside) as real-world examples of the use of callcc.
(I understand CPS as an optimization technique, but that doesn't require or typically use first-class continuations like callcc, so it's something of a different issue, I think.)
Yea, javascript seems pretty neat, from the little that I've looked at it.