…to Michael Kasun for the Zappa You Are What You Is CD. I plan on loading it onto my iPod later today and giving it a thorough going over.
Before that, though, I have to go sweat my way through Kenpo in the hopes that someday I’ll be able to get my foot up near my head.
Sure, it’s easier to put it in my mouth that way. But it’s also easier to get it out.
Which is kinda Zen-ish, I think. And that’s just, like, cool.
When I was studying shotakan karate over 20 years ago, I could kick as high as my head. Now, not so much.
Last time I tried yoga I broke my armature. Sticking to Masala Bhangra right now.
TW’s – paralysis desires
Speaking of Zen, here’s what Buddhist enlightenment does for Maha:
http://www.mahablog.com/2007/08/07/full-circle
So, she has the cowardice of her convictions.
Now, Dan. Let’s not go being tolerant of intolerance.
There’re, like, scads of koans against that.
Her anger, bitterness and sense of superiority are very centered, though.
Kind of like a urinal cake, come to think of it.
Ah, Shotokan karate. Many moons back, I pulled a muscle in my butt (that I didn’t realize I had) doing roundhouse kicks. Had to use a hand to lift my leg off the gas and brakes in order to drive for the next week or so. Dangedest thing! Taught me that my leg had no business up there.
There are two problems with kicking your leg up around head-level:
1. Loss of balance. When kicking, you are standing on only one foot, which leaves you with a platform consisting of about 4 square inches.
2. Exposure of one’s genitals to people who want to hurt them.
If you really want to kick someone in the head, toss him on the ground first, then stomp. Much safer.
Ah, I was once capable of performing a spinning back-kick. Take your head right off, it would.
But that was before the operation. Nowadays I mostly use a gun.
You’ll like that disc, Jeff. And I think you’ll agree that “Doreen” might be the greatest love song evah! Or was it Goblin Girl?
Dan-
You have to love how Maha whines about totalitarian trespasses and then shuts down the comments section.
It’s nearly always the case that Leftists/Progressives/Democrats will cry about authoritarian regimes in an argument and then become that authority which goes on to shut down debate/dissent/disagreement.
Oh and had anyone noticed the Zappa estate pulled out of Itunes?
Shut up n’ Play Yer Guitar gets my vote for Zappa good times.
I went to Mahablog and asked a couple of simple, non confrontational questions, after admitting that I didn’t totally agree with her and was banned for being “tiresome”. Check it out!
Yeah, dusktrapper, that happens. I got banned for namecalling, though no one has been able to identify the names I apparently called.
Dissent will not be tolerated.
I didn’t even get to dissent. I was merely trying to engage. Every once and a while we must reach out and try to see if there’s any middle ground. I like it when they prove their foolishness with their own words though. Saves me the trouble of debating them.
“Son, what “nanny stateâ€Â? If you are referring to a government that provides social services that We, the People, WANT it to provide, I see nothing authoritarian about that. This is what’s called “republican government.†On the other hand, a government that refuses to provide even basic services that We, the People want and need because of a cadre of blinkered and corrupted ideologues THAT is, IMO, something like dictatorship.
I see no need to even try to engage idiocy of that magnitude.
Hey what’s the point of being an idiot if we don’t have some fun and let her prove it? She fairly revels in it, doesn’t she?
Looks that way. My response:
My guitar wants to kill her mama.
My guitar’s too wussy for such violent fantasies. All it ever does is weep. Gently.
Except when I’m trying to cut a bitchin’ Eric Clapton riff on it. Then it starts slashing its own wrists.
Aha! I think you may have a liberal guitar. Mine’s a hater like me. ;)
I ordered it from a home shopping channel, from that Esteban fella.
Probably not my wisest choice.
Esteban. Yum. Yum.
If I were this guitar: http://tinyurl.com/35m6q8 I would definitely be slashing my wrists.
If you order your guitar from Estaban, won’t you immediately be able to play cool Spanish pop music?
I’ve tried that on my Taylor but it just laughs and points out that its strings are steel. It then tells me to stick to whiney folk songs and quit trying to pretend to be a guitarist.
Then it laughs and calls me a Gordon Lightfoot wanna be. Then I cry. I hate my guitar and I love my guitar.
Um…. what were we talking about?
We were talking about the Dirty Sanchez …
They say a cow can’t make ham, but you know? With genetic engineering, I bet a cow will make ham someday.
Kosher ham.
I am curing thick-sliced bacon between the pages of my Koran.
Mmmmm qu-ko-co-ran cured bacon. Hater’s Delight!
My guitars are Canadian Larrivées and like my big brother, the ex-hockey goon, they do alright in a street fight.
Oh, but my Taylor, while it is abusive and snide, is a true conservative because it’s just so darn bright! Not to mention easy to play. You know, like a conservative.
Larravees are lovely guitars but they have a reputation of clear cutting old forests. Keep the chainsaw under lock and key and don’t let them near any Cuervo.
What? Stop looking at me like that!
I got an old Tele that will take on all comers. An old girlfriend completely wrecked her own apartment trying to break it, when I got it back away from her the thing was still in tune.
I just found my guitar behind the couch in a fetal position.
I knew I shouldn’t have let it read this thread.
McGeHee – I signed up for guitar lessons today, actually, lessons for a lap steel guitar, which I always thought was pretty cool.
I went and dusted off my old ’57 Gibson Les Paul two-tone goldtone after reading this thread, and damn, it was pissed off at me for not having touched it in ages.
Dan Collins – Thanks for that Maha link. My IQ went down 25 points just from clicking onto her site.
Uh-oh. That adds up to flowers, candy, and a night of dinner and dancing or you’re in the doghouse for sure.
McGehee – given my lack of skill, I have probably increased its value by not playing it. Every time I touched that classic, I swear I heard it say stop, ouch, enough, quit, put me back in the box, play piano, etc …
Y’know, y’all have been naming the brands of your guitars, so I dragged mine out from under the bed (fetal position again) and had a look. The label says “Esteban Music Outfitters, Inc.” E.M.O.
I think I see where I went wrong.