Before mighty boosh, they were arctic. I was thrilled to discover someone has youtubed their performance in Australia 2001:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiqFQmM3nZo

No kittens, but bloody funny.

i know: we could strip the oxygen off and then make DIAMONDS, which we sell. This would offset the cost of the machines. Or we just ask the tooth fairy to take the carbon away.

probably not a rip off as this isn't exactly the first thing they've put a squid on...

i'm still hoping one day they'll remake the squid hoodie.

i want one. does that make me a bad person?

for those interested in the symbolic/quasi-religious aspect to his work, check out the transcript from a documentary on him:

http://www.abc.net.au/compass/s1089982.htm

traffic lights often get ignored in the hanoi intersections that do have them. the bikers don't wear helmets so they can hear the honks around them - they're driving with their ears as well as their eyes.

terrifying at first, until you realise everyone is paying attention. so to cross a road, you just slowly step in to the traffic... waaaah

... and the way the sun sets at night so that prime-time TV looks better. spooky.

Once again Mr Pratchett says it better than I ever could...

"Ignorant: a state of not knowing what a pronoun is, or how to find the square root of 27.4, and merely knowing childish and useless things like which of the seventy almost identical-looking species of the purple sea snake are the deadly ones, how to treat the poisonous pith of the Sago-sago tree to make a nourishing gruel, how to foretell the weather by the movements of the tree-climbing Burglar Crab, how to navigate across a thousand miles of featureless ocean by means of a piece of string and a small day model of your grandfather, hot to get essential vitamins from the liver of the ferocious Ice Bear, and other such trivial matters. It's a strange thing that when everyone becomes educated, everyone knows about the pronoun but no one knows about the Sago-sago."

'Primitive vs advanced' is an unhelpful polarity. I personally choose the pronouns, penicillin & McDonalds over the Sago, but wouldn't dream of forcing it on someone else...

if the universe were a god, it's a pretty cold and indifferent one. David Attenborough:

"…well, think of a parasitic worm that lives only in the eyeballs of human beings, boring its way through them, in West Africa, for example, where it's common, turning people blind"

Majesty shmajesty.

Steven Mithern suggests the possibility of everyone having perfect pitch in the singing neanderthal, and suggests we lose it in order to develop a kind of relative pitch that lests us recognise inflections in speech.

There's serial music & serial music. Schoenberg's music (sometimes) had humor - take the send up of Stravinsky in his Variations op31. Berg's violin concerto is achingly beautiful. And Milton Babbitt's music, is, um...

I think bagging all serial music is like saying all rap music is just noise with people speaking over it.

You may have seen it already, but there is or was
a bar in melbourne's laneways made of shipping containers.