by simon baird

Saturday, February 28, 2009

oh yeah i wanted to tell you about ladyhawke

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eo2aOEhlqfQ
PNAU, Embrace (audio only)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKrBlIXzI5I
Ladyhawke, My Delirium

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ladyhawke_(musician)

food

1. go to indooroopilly westfield. find the phuc vietnamese deli. order the chicken salad.

2. go to chermside westfield. go to the sushi place (not the train, the other one nearby). skip the rolls (they are good too though) order the salmon sashimi tray or the mixed sashimi tray or the salmon sushi tray.

3. go to chermside again but the movie end. go to grill'd. order the beef burger (i forgot the name of it).

4. there's a place at the bottom of the myer centre in the city. you can get little peppery seasoned chicken snacks in a paper cup. i forgot the name of it.

5. do not go here.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

i was googling how to...

... get wobbly windows on my macbook (you can't) and i found this. not sure if it's satire or not but anyway it's funny, especially the last part. anyway wobbly windows is great.

http://linuxhaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/wobbly-compiz.html


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

perl and kung fu panda

in kung fu panda, if angelina jolie (the tiger) and jackie chan (the monkey) are ruby and python, then perl is the turtle. sure, he's a bit wrinkly and might need a walking stick, but he invented that shit

this is a good primer/refresher
http://www.netalive.org/tinkering/serious-perl/

Saturday, February 14, 2009

"blood" by the middle east with lyrics

Updated 11/3/09 with correct lyrics thanks to commenter


The Middle East - Blood (click play above to listen) via the vine


These lyrics are now on my new web site for The Middle East. Find them here along with a few more at The Middle East Lyrics.


more...

Monday, February 09, 2009

apologies to mad cat lady

I'm on my way somewhere and walking up park st. It's a little after
nine. I decide I'm early so I stop at a fancy looking Italian
restaurant/caffé. Looks like no benny so I order scrambled eggs. The
cashier has a thick, presumably Italian accent and needs help with the
register. I get my number (17) and sit under the giant Eiffel tower.
That's right, hadn't noticed it coming in, but there you go. Either
someone is confused or this was once a French restaurant. I make a
phone call then my eggs come. There's no chorizo like it said on the
menu, the tomato isn't the best, but the eggs are good and the bread
is good too, I guess it's toasted sour dough. The new guy takes my
number before any coffee arrives, which worries me enough that I
mention my coffee to him. But it arrived shortly after and all was
well. A couple are silently reading the papers. I can see bushfire
photo spreads. The cars really get me. Fuck. Time to go. The roman
statues holding lights strike me as ridiculous. The music sounds like
Italian Idol. Really time to go.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Wednesday, February 04, 2009