Still got brass in pocket

Chrissie Hynde speaks, 2015:

Rape victims “have to take responsibility” for what happened to them, according to rocker Chrissie Hynde.

Sparking outrage among women’s group, the 63-year-old lead singer of the 1980s band the Pretenders said she was speaking from her own experience during an interview with Britain’s Sunday Times Magazine.

(Source.)

Chrissie Hynde speaks, 1994:

“Don’t moan about being a chick, refer to feminism or complain about sexist discrimination. We’ve all been thrown down stairs and f—ed about, but no one wants to hear a whining female. Write a loosely-disguised song about it instead and clean up ($).”

(Source.)

I think I know some things we never outgrow. You think it’s wrong, I can tell you do.

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Strange search-engine queries (500)

Most of my brilliant blog ideas from the past two decades wouldn’t last for five posts, let alone five hundred. Yet here we are, doing that same old “What are you looking for?” scheme from ten years ago. The concept first appeared here, in August 2005; the current title was adopted a month later. The methodology has shifted a bit over the years, but the premise is always the same: you were looking for something, and at some point you noticed something here on this very site. With 25,000 or so pages on site, it’s hard not to find a match here for something, but most people won’t dig down too deeply, and the machines quit supplying results after a thousand or so.

ariel winter soles:  Now this is a man steadfast in his perversity: the poor girl gets a bewb job for medicinal reasons, but he’s only interested in her feet.

armenian foot fetish:  Then again, there is no shortage of Kardashians.

jay complains to his father that he wants more juice. his father takes the juice jay has in his glass and pours it into a taller but narrower glass. jay is now content that he has more juice. jay has apparently failed to develop:  But it won’t stop him from a successful career in American politics.

chkdsk wine:  If you’re lucky, you’ll have to do this at every reboot.

intravenous wine:  And I thought I was lazy.

pervy sloth meme:  Where would a sloth find the time to be pervy?

liability and coverage:  Don’t worry, Mrs C, the public will never know about your ability to lie.

peter yarrow net worth:  As the sole heir to Puff the Magic Dragon — well, a dragon lives forever, so Peter will be waiting a while.

claremore company received $7:  For which they paid 52 cents in Oklahoma tax.

if the word “win” is on a list of words a child is asked to remember:  Then this child is now forty, because schools haven’t taught anything abouut winning for thirty years.

baptize a cat:  If it’s full immersion, you’ll have the devil to pay.

can cats feel earthquakes:  Yes. They prefer them to baths.

cnn breaking news: south carolina to ban the sale of tylenol in bottles because they fear picking the cotton from the bottle may represent racism and slavery:  Must be a hoax, since there was no missing airliner involved.

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See how broke we are

This hit Twitter today with a bang, or at least with more than a whimper:

As is my wont, I checked its papers. It’s quite true, but it’s nine years old. Let’s continue, shall we?

Lane County [Oregon] will spend up to $250,000 this year publicizing its tight financial picture, in hopes that voters in November will approve higher taxes for public-safety services.

It’s an amount for county spending on publicity that has been unparalleled in at least the past 10 years. And it illustrates the seriousness of the effort to persuade voters to approve a county income tax for public safety.

Still, the irony of spending big to publicize the county’s frugal ways was troubling for Commissioner Bill Dwyer, board chairman, who nonetheless joined in the unanimous approval of the amount Wednesday.

“We got our hand out (for more money) on one hand, and we’re spending money with the other,” Dwyer said. “That’s a dilemma that we face.”

The commissioners hope that an intense, 10-month public-information campaign that hits media, the general public, the county’s own workers and specific groups will convince people that they’re getting a lot of county services for their money. That could encourage support for the county-wide income tax, which would generate $70 million annually to fund current and additional public safety services.

But officials must be careful not to spend money advocating for the income tax, as that would violate a state law that governs how public money can be spent on campaigns, county attorney Terry Wilson said.

Careful with that advertising, Eugene.

Oh, and did their campaign succeed? It did not. The county imposed the tax anyway.

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Chart divergence

Roger’s Music Throwback Saturday this past week was devoted to the late Tyrone Davis, who got two big hits on the subject of Second Chances: “Can I Change My Mind” and “Turn Back the Hands of Time.” Davis died in 2005, and his obituary in the Guardian contained this line: “He commanded a large, loyal black following, but was denied a mass audience.”

Which, as Roger points out, is nothing new:

[T]his phenomenon is hardly specific to Davis. James Brown, e.g., had 17 soul #1s, and over 110 top 100 soul tunes. He had zero #1 pop tunes and about 95 top 100 pop hits.

And about twelve more that Bubbled Under. But still, it’s rather startling that The Hardest-Working Man In Show Business never had a #1 pop hit, or even a #2. The best he could manage was #3:

I mention purely for amusement value that in the poster for Ski Party, the film whence this clip cometh, Brown and his Famous Flames are billed above Lesley Gore, but below Robert Q. Lewis.

Still, Davis seems to have been shafted in a particularly harsh manner: “Turning Point,” which hit #1 on the Billboard R&B chart, never even got within bubbling distance of the Hot 100, though I remember it reasonably well, which suggests it got airplay somewhere within hearing distance.

Then again, anomalies of this sort are practically de rigueur at Billboard, which once decided it didn’t need a black-music chart at all:

From November 30, 1963, to January 23, 1965, there were no Billboard R&B singles charts. The chart was discontinued in late 1963 when Billboard determined it unnecessary because that there was so much crossover of titles between the R&B and pop charts in light of the rise of Motown. The chart was reinstated with the issue dated January 30, 1965, as “Hot Rhythm and Blues Singles” when differences in musical tastes of the two audiences, caused in part by the British Invasion in 1964, were deemed sufficient to revive it.

For this and other reasons, I found it sort of risible that “Straight Outta Compton,” the title song from the justly famed N.W.A album, climbed all the way to #38 on the pop chart — this past week, a by-product of the release of the biopic of the same name. It had never been there before.

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Let there be breeze

People like this actually exist, though I don’t really know any who exist at this level:

If it were up to me, I would always be naked. I would go to work naked, I would go to parties naked, and I would navigate the many forms of New York’s public transportation system without so much as my socks on.

I do have a few friends who routinely wear nothing at home, or will do so the moment everyone else has left the house, but I don’t know anyone willing to challenge the subway in her birthday suit. At least New York can’t bust you for toplessness.

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Sticking it

TTAC commenter “dolorean,” responding to a piece about BMW’s recent disdain for stick shifts, offers ten reasons why the manual-transmission experience is more rewarding, and most of them make perfect sense to me, particularly this one:

6. American car thieves hate manuals. A vast portion of the country doesn’t know how to manipulate the gears themselves, best anti-theft device in the U.S.

They can always haul it away on a flatbed, but this isn’t an option if you’re in a hurry, and most thieves don’t have time to kill.

And then there’s this one:

10. Most important reason, my girlfriend stands nearly 6′ tall and has nearly 4′ of leg. She likes to wear tiny shorts and skirts. NOTHING hotter than to watch her work a stick. Cannot fathom the same joy from an automatic.

I’ll, um, have to take his word for it.

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Light comedy

Who else, I ask you, brings you this much personal experience on the subject of light bulbs?

Last year, reader backwoods conservative observed:

What is recommended for garage doors is rough service bulbs. They have more supports for the filament and therefore do not break so easily. The bulb itself is often made stronger to be less prone to breakage. The information I have is that rough service bulbs are exempt from the new standards and will still be allowed. They are more expensive, but I hear they hold up very well.

I haven’t changed a bulb in the garage-door opener in a decade, and I am loath to start now. That said, a few weeks back the supermarket had a box of off-brand “rough-service” bulbs for a not-unreasonable price — three bucks for four bulbs — and I decided to give them a shot in some other applications.

And in those cases, the results were decidedly meh: the bulbs seem sturdy enough, and design life is no worse than other incandescents, but this particular series is rated at a meager 500 lumens, about a third less than one gets from the usual 60-watt classic. I would have known this, of course, had I bothered to read the actual box; it’s not like this little detail is hidden away.

Meanwhile, this little contretemps was taking place in the kitchen:

[T]he hemidemisemiglobe, apparently insufficiently tightened down, yielded to the force of gravity, forcing me into Shard Removal mode. Results: fairly unsightly. On the upside, it’s a hell of a lot brighter in there, and now the freaking CFLs ought to work better, so long as I don’t actually replace the glass.

As it happens, I didn’t have any freaking CFLs in there, as they died entirely too quickly in the fixture with that glass dome in place. When one of the two 60-watt classics died last week, I wearily dragged out the stepladder, ascended to the heights, dismounted both incandescents, and installed two 20-watt CFLs, billed as the equivalent of 75-watters, which were not recommended for this fixture because, um, heat. Let’s see ’em get more than moderately warm without a big glass ball surrounding ’em. Further upside: 2400 lumens instead of 1600. Downside: it’s much easier to see how much the kitchen floor (white tile) needs a good mopping.

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One hell of a playlist

The Pitchfork staff has dared to come up with a list of the 200 Best Songs of the 1980s, and I was keen to look at it, since I didn’t really abandon radio and record stores until about 1988, when I had, um, other issues to deal with. (I didn’t make anything resembling a full return until a few years into the new century, so I am presumably lacking in 1990s stuff.) On the other hand, I hate seeing things I missed, especially if I’d intended to give them a listen and never got around to it.

Before starting, I projected that I would own 45 of these 200 tracks in some form or other. And while I had nothing from 191-200, I ended up with 59 of the songs named, including seven of the Top 10 and thirteen of the Top 20. Some of these were big, big hits, which tells me that while I may not have been entirely within the mainstream, I almost certainly intersected it at some yet-undetermined angle.

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Put it on my bill

I’m beginning to think these newfangled 3D printers can do anything:

In a ground-breaking project, a Brazilian toucan which lost the upper part of its beak while being trafficked has been fitted with a prosthesis made with a 3D printer.

The female bird, named Tieta, was rescued from a wildlife animal fair in Rio de Janeiro. It is not clear whether she lost the upper part of her beak after being mistreated by animal smugglers or in a fight with a bigger toucan she was locked up with inside a small box.

The project was co-ordinated by wildlife management group Instituto Vida Livre and involved three Brazilian universities.

The beak section took about three months to design, but only two hours to print; it’s 4 cm in length and weighs a mere 4 grams. Tieta, malnourished and surviving on bits of fruit, was able to return to her normal diet in about three days.

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Long-stemmed flower

In 2012, there was a brief tizzy when Angelina Jolie’s right leg, following some world-class exposure at the Academy Awards, got its own Twitter account. Familiar as I am with the concept of letting the legs do the talking, I of course followed, but the account was dropped shortly after the first of the year. Few knew that there was precedence for this even before Twitter: the right leg of Mexican singer/actress Lucero did a walk-on, so to speak, on a sketch-comedy series, probably XHDRbZ, and was duly interviewed by the host.

La pierna de Lucero

La pierna de Lucero

And I suppose that this was inevitable, since Lucero Hogaza León, born this date in 1969, was almost always known for these gams. (Well, maybe not; as a tween, she starred on a kids’ show called Chiquilladas, in one episode playing Olive Oyl.)

Lucero strikes a pose

Lucero has had long careers in music and in television, particularly in telenovelas. In 2010, she put out her 19th album, Indispensable, from which the lead single was “Dueña de tu amor” (“Owner of your heart”):

A Special Edition of Indispensable was released in the US, and you have to figure the label knew what it was doing:

Lucero Indispensable US cover art

It is incumbent upon some sectors of the press, of course, to find fault with people who look like this.

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Well Handeled

This van is obviously not Haydn its intentions:

WRR Dallas van -- Dude.  Bach off.

The sticker on the left side of the bumper says “Strauss Relief.”

This almost makes up for finding out that WCPE in Raleigh, North Carolina was not actually named for C. P. E. Bach; the station just happened to get assigned that set of call letters.

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No Buffaloney

It is what he said:

The Justpaul family, I surmise, emigrated from North Dystopia to the Niagara Falls area in the late 17th century.

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A little more than an advisory

By comparison, Hurricane Ike was almost gentle.

Then again, it takes something this forceful to get someone’s attention. You probably know this old joke:

A farmer is in Iowa during a flood. The river is overflowing. Water is surrounding the farmer’s home up to his front porch. As he is standing there, a boat comes up. The man in the boat says, “Jump in, and I’ll take you to safety.”

The farmer crosses his arms and says stubbornly, “Oh no thanks, I put my trust in God.” The boat goes away. The water rises to the second story. Another boat comes up. The man says to the farmer, who is now at the second floor window, “Hurry, jump in. I’ll save you.”

The farmer again says, “Oh no thanks, I put my trust in God.”

The boat goes away. Now the water is inching over the roof. As the farmer stands on the roof, a helicopter comes over, and drops a ladder. The pilot yells down to the farmer, “I’ll save you. Climb the ladder.”

The farmer yells back, “Oh no thanks, I put my trust in God.”

The helicopter goes away. The water continues to rise and sweeps the farmer off the roof into the swiftly moving water. Unfortunately, he drowns.

The farmer goes to heaven. God sees him and says, “What are you doing here?”

The farmer says, “I put my trust in you, and you let me down.”

God says, “What do you mean, let you down? I sent you two boats and a helicopter!”

You might take this as an example of By-God Iowa Stubborn; or you might consider that in nearly every natural disaster, there’s someone who won’t budge from the scene. Scaring the heck out of them with a weather forecast seems like a kindness.

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Did you check the woods?

Smarter than the average tourist? Not this one:

At least one visitor to Yellowstone National Park doesn’t appreciate that the bears didn’t do their part to make the visit memorable.

“Our visit was wonderful but we never saw any bears. Please train your bears to be where guests can see them. This was an expensive trip to not get to see bears.”

This is right up there with the woman who thought that deer-crossing signs were actually encouraging deer to cross the highway.

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Wholly rolly

After spending more than two decades (yes!) on this here IBM Model M, I figure I’d have trouble getting used to banging on a tablet’s touchscreen. Fortunately, there are alternatives, and this one sounds strangely interesting:

The [LG] “Rolly Keyboard” folds up across four rows into an easily transportable stick and, unlike flexible foldable keyboards, is made from solid durable polycarbonate and ABS plastics, making it feel more tactile when used. Unrolled, it reveals two arms at either end to support a smartphone or tablet, and it’s only a little smaller than a standard keyboard; each high contrast key is 17mm, only one mm smaller than regular desktop keys, which should make it very easy to type on. The keyboard is Bluetooth 3.0 enabled, powered by a single AAA battery, which should be enough to power it for around 3 months. Conveniently, auto-pairing is enabled so that you can get to work as soon as you unroll it, and it can toggle between two different Bluetooth-connected devices at a time.

At least, that’s what the reviewers have seen. Those of us out here in Retailville get to wait a little while longer:

LG plan to unveil the keyboard at IFA Electronics event in Berlin next week, alongside their new G Pad II tablet. At the moment no cost has been revealed, but it seems that the “Rolly” will go on sale in the U.S. in September, before a wider release at the end of the year.

Of course, I’m failing to add in the cost of an actual tablet, inasmuch as I don’t own one as yet.

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