grinding the nosestone

Sleeve's back at the University, having taken on too many credits with too few minutes free in a week, as expected. Thus, this little relatively frantic blogging period may end or get question marked anyway. I'll try to dribble herein little bits of academic idiocy I believe warrant admission--such as the following, assigned for a class on the history of psychoanalysis:

It is well known that gastric pains occur especially often in those who masturbate. According to a personal communication made to me by Wilhelm Fliess, it is precisely gastralgias of this character which can be interrupted by an application of cocaine to the "gastric spot" discovered by him in the nose, and which can be cured by the cauterization of the same spot.

--Sigmund Freud, Fragment of an Analysis of a Case of Hysteria ("Dora")

Gesundheit! and cheers, sweet everyone.

Unnecessarily Bitchy List of the Other Man

In an attempt to keep this blog from flopping to rotten nada again, here's a special, previously unreleased Sleeve Consequences B-side for your consideration, O my lovely reader(s).


Earlier Incarnations of the Band, “Sunburned Hand of the Man”

Sunburned Hand of the Bloody Sunburned Hand of the Man
Sunstroked Cock of the Jock
Extremely Low Frequency-Pummeled Eardrums of the Bum
Frostbitten Tits of Kurt Schwitters
Psoriatic Metathorax of the Lorax
Dadburned Rat’s Ass of Randy Jackson
Moon-Tanned Glans Jammed Up Your Bam-Ba-Lam
Sunburned Hand of the Really Shitty Name for a Band
(who, admittedly, I’ve not heard a single note by, so should probably lay off)
Waterlogged Blog of the Goddamn Guy Without a Job

Zorn With a Silver Spoon

Congratulations to John Zorn, my favorite contemporary sax bastard and one of the only performers to physically hurt me with live music alone. Five hundred grand'll buy a lot of sax reed thingies.

An upside to the last two years?

Quoth Jeff Cohen, in his new tome Cable News Confidential:

For two decades, I’ve been preoccupied with one issue above all others: that both ends of the political spectrum get their say in the media. One reason (among many) that I worked so hard to retire George W. Bush in 2004 was my nightmare that a defeated John Kerry would be hired by cable news to represent “the left” day after day on a TV debate show.

Yes, well. Praise the Lord(s) for small boons.

(via Tom Tomorrow, as so many good things are)

The Sick Wall of Chuchulain

Sure, Chuchulain was the greatest of Ulster's heroes . . . but a UDA man? Some stretch, I think.

How many months has this page been silent? And this is what I choose to cough about now? Hmm . . . .

(Update: oh yeah: link via WFMU's Beware of the Blog. Cheers.)