Finally someone crazier than N. Korean lunatics, but without their excellent military hats:

It's Boko Haram.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
Though they're pikers, quantitatively, compared to Kim Ill Jacksquat and his family's half century preying on the N. Korean people, an internal genocide rivalling the Stalin and Mao pogrom purges and starvations of their people, an additional evidence of homo sapiens devolutionis.

Holy George Harrison

A dark and windy, familial funereal, January weekend on my new quarry basalt lair. I wander through my 3,000 neuromusical discs and platters, pass by, by tensies, 'cause it's the tenth of the month, Franklin to Geils to Grateful to Harrison...

"All Things Must Pass"

What a holy sweetness. Post-Beatle delight, cosmic, guitars skyhigh, warm thoughts and feelings. That friendly voice.

Honey to sooth winter.

No sentient, organic beings will visit Gaia from the cosmos...

...nor will we ever escape the solar system.

Multitudes of sentient intelligences live in the galaxy. None, including homo Armageddonis = us, can survive the rigors of interstellar travel. Probes, robots, constructs, ceramo-metallic propelled drones will communicate and journey among the universe's savants. Let's hope they obey the robot laws. And bring us their incarnation of Chuck Berry!

Guantanamo shames all Americans

When will the torture end? When will this abject disadjuration of our founding principles end?

Must every American generation--hegemonic, ubiquitous, sanguine, deluded citizens of the Shitty on the Hill--wreak its own My Lai or Abu Ghraib?

Borderline tidbits: clean clothes fly right

Borderline OCD warning.
You've seen, and live by, my Rule of Earl. Now it's time for the fresh, clothes weeding, "clean clothes to the right" rule.
My clothes live two places: a musty armoire (group name?) and twin, stacked pearwood dressers from familial antiquity. Everything that hangs--pants and shirts primarily--lives in the armoire. The clothes weeding rule: after laundering, hang to the right. Unused items shift left effortlessly. At year's end, weed the left x% you can accommodate.

Alice Cooper, searingly vinyl at my house as we speak, 40 years old!

What a hot band for a few years. Crisp guitars, good songs, wailing combo.

OOOOverated!

For fun: who are the most overrated pop and mass culture (sex) icons of the past century?
Let's start: Kurt Cobain, Humphrey Bogart, Madonna, television, Ronald Reagan, soldiers (!), Facebook...