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Names to Savour
Danton Supple.
I remember seeing his name years back. It was on a Morrissey CD. And I thought, that's just a clever Morrissey pseudonym or in-joke, not a real person. Like Julian Cope's Double De Harrison pseudonym. But here he is again, cropping up again on the new Elbow CD. And now, I'm walking around, shoveling snow, drinking coffee, reading a book, with Danton Supple, Danton Supple going through my head. Say it for yourself. Danton Supple. What a great name. Danton Supple.
As if that wasn't enough, there's another guy in the Elbow credits named Bunt Stafford-Clark.
Remember these names for the next time you need to sign in somewhere and don't feel like giving your real name. I used to be Holger Czukay, but now I'll be Danton Supple.
Thanks to my friend Brett who works for WestJet, today, totally unexpectedly, I flew a 737. On a full-fledged, professional, if-you-can-fly-this-you-can-fly-the-real-thing, physically spinning around, motion-sickness generating, room-filling, multi-million-dollar flight simulator. Holy crap!
We take off over YYC - heading South, the mountains to our left, downtown to the Southwest. At a mere 300 knots, and 6,000 feet. (2,500 feet up, since Calgary is at 3,500 feet.) We buzz the Calgary Tower! The rendering of the landscape and buildings is not photo-realistic, it's less detailed than say, the original Myst game. But the redraw is flawless - you really get the sense of motion. Especially when you do a BARREL ROLL! Which is what Pat, the technician (not a licensed pilot), does next. I do some turns. Very touchy controls. Then we load the landing program (also at YYC, although you can land at any major airport in the world, thanks to the heavy-duty UNIX guts of this thing). I take the controls. The PA voice says urgently, "PULL UP! PULL UP!" so I do. Too much. Then it says something else, like "FLIGHT PATH! FLIGHT PATH!" so I push down. Things are hairy. I'm running out of runway. Pat says "Let go!" and I let go, the front landing gear slam on the pavement, then the back gear, then we're up in the air again. Good thing we have our seatbelts on because that was real impact.
We reset the landing program, and I step away from the cockpit, letting Brett have a go. He gets pretty close to the runway but Pat's worried about jolting us again and brings us down. I've had worse in real life. But the pilot didn't swerve all over the damn place while taxiing afterwards.
Fun. I want to do it again.
Some copywriter I am. I forgot one line of that last MasterCard rip-off:
Average used price, on eBay, of a similar iMac: $525.16
Repairing my mother's 2-year-old iMac: $760
Faxing receipts to the company who said it would be covered under my "gold" credit card's extended warranty: $9.00
Finding out that it's not covered after all: priceless
Juxtapozed with U
It's time for some difficult listening. Today my challenge is the entire 3-CD set of Luciano Berio's Sequenzas.
My theory is that by working to a soundtrack of extreme virtuosity and profound intellect, the relative ease of writing copy for a lumber company will be revealed. The sublime shall expose the pathetic.
Millions of Chocolate Bunnies Perish in Blaze
In other news, 50 gummy bears were critically injured when crushed together in an act of schoolyard cruelty.
Incoherent cacomixl
A googlewhack that hits a little too close to home.
Interesting. The MoodWatch feature on my Eudora e-mail client gives the following phrase 3 hot peppers (meaning it may cause offense, and "is the sort of thing that might get my keyboard washed out with soap"):
I just got laid off from Getty Images.
Your loss
my woman
she's gorgeous
I worship &
I love her
you do not even know her as a friend
Cooking
ugly soup
tell me how to stir
full buns
robust breasts
still repulsive
