Reports of my death…blah blah blah

"Pay no attention to the EEG behind the curtain."

I’m hoping to use my response to a recent comment on an old blog post (I know, they’re all old here) as a springboard to reinvigorate my latterly distinctly unbloggy ways. Down with dormancy!

 

The Scremeing Mem(i)es

Hayden Tompkins recently did the ~enormous~ favor of tagging me for a “meme” list. I put memes in quotes because I’m not entirely comfortable with the sociology/internet-based appropriation of the word, which was originally coined in a more rigorous sense by evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins; this may just be my snobby life science background looking down on sociology as a quasi-science.)

I often ignore such requests because (1) I already have a page or two on this blog with all sorts of personal information in that vein, and (2) I tend not to be forthcoming. However, I’m making and exception because (1) this particular iteration is modest, only 7 items, and (2) Hayden has been very nice to and supportive of me and I feel I owe her something.

 

Multimedia Itineration: “I’m gonna go to the liquor store…”

No, I’m not quite ready to descend into the lushy undergrowth. That’s just the first line of the song I’m presenting today.

I’m a little preoccupied lately, but I thought I’d post the newest incarnation of the “Multimedia” series by way of oblique explanation. Also on my list of things to get around to this evening is responding to Hayden Tompkins’ meme-tag. She is so good to me.

“Cardboard Boxes”
Loudon Wainwright III
(from the 1984 album I’m Alright)

Folk-rock singer/songwriter hero Loudon Wainwright III is still probably best known for two things he did in the early 1970′s: appearing in a few episodes of M*A*S*H as the guitar-playing Captain Calvin Spalding, and for the novelty song “Dead Skunk.” Wait, I take that back. He’s now most famous for being the father of Rufus and Martha Wainwright (singer Kate McGarrigle is their mother).

p.s. attn: Haydey-scone: although he grew up in New York’s Westchester County, LWIII was born in Chapel Hill, NC.

 

Cliptomania

 

Confessions of a Destined-to-be Crazy Cat Lady

There’s just been a spate of those “true facts about yourself” so-called memes flying about my localized Internet weather system. I ignore most of them, but thought I’d go on a bit of a tangent and confess some of my weird habits involving cats in general and my not-mean cat Ernestine in particular.

 

Multimedia Infusion Redux – Blues (Not Blues)

The multimedia tinkering at P A N N A C E A E A E has gone all 21st Century!

 

Signs I’d Like to See, part 5

original photo ©2006 spellingwitch

 

Scatagories

I am sitting in the smallest room in the house. I have your review in front of me. Soon it will be behind me.

— Max Reger

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On that cheery note, I announce my blog’s first survey!

Unfortunately, Poll Daddy only allows 10 questions per survey, so I kind of ran out of space before I could steer the survey off the beaten path, the way I like things.

"For the remainder of the day, Harriet proudly strode around the site wearing the Sacred Collar and matching Headband. She also wore the magnificent plasticus ear ornaments and the exquisite chain and pendant." — Motel of the Mysteries, pp. 36–37.

 

Technoranti

I just want to say that I like my technology more on the cold and impersonal side rather than of the soft and cuddly, overly-friendly persuasion. Here a few examples that immediately spring to mind, but the phenomenon is manifest everywhere, and getting worse with each passing day.

 

Abeyance Conveyance

Been over a week since I last updated here. Life is being a problem child again.

Not sure I have the wherewithal at the moment to compose a standalone “interesting” post, so I guess I’ll cook up another musical offering. Maybe sometime tomorrow. Hope my American readers have had a good Thanksgiving. Over and out.

Francisco Goya, Pavo Muerto, 1812