Daily Archives: November 16, 2006

art appreciators unappreciated

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Hoodie art 

The security guys at the Lowry centre are obviously not Tories; they don’t seem to want to hug these hoodies. They’re far more focused on preventing them from entering the public gallery to view the art their parents paid taxes for them to be able to see.

How fortunate for us that, in amongst the various hoodlum accoutrements, they had a hidden camera and microphone.

Armed with camera phones and a tape recorder, the Salford Star team sent a group of lads to the Lowry centre. “We won’t last two minutes,” was the teens’ prediction.

“They’ve got to let you in – it’s a public building, paid for by your parents … of course they’ll let you in,” responded the Star. “They’re talking all the time about how they want to reach out to ‘young people in the community’…”

Here’s what happened…(follwed by a rather glitchy slideshow, with decent-quality audio accompaniment)

Afterwards, the Star spoke to the six lads again about their experience
Josh: I knew they were going to kick us out straight away, because we are a local group.

Would you ever go back?
Carl: No, because it’s rubbish

What did you think about the Lowry’s attitude towards you?
Kane: It was really bad, just because we had our hoods on.
Rees: They said it wasn’t open to the public and it was.

Do you get treated like that all the time?
Rees: It happens everywhere.

Do your parents pay council tax that funds the Lowry?
Carl: Yes – they shouldn’t have to pay towards it if we’re not allowed in.

Operation Global Media Domination: Technorati crumbles

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TIAMADE IT!

Finally I am back in the top 100,000 blogs on technorati.

raincoaster

$e(‘bsearch’).value = “Search this blog”;

 

About bloody time, too. There are actually more like 150 blogs that link here, but because Technorati is not technologically sophisticated enough to recognize that one blog could have two URLs, it only counts the ones made since the domain switchover. Thank god for the 700-or-so misguided surfers who came here yesterday, looking for info about Borat getting the shit pounded out of him in NYC.

If it weren’t for the fact I’m so incredibly self-referential, I’d still be languishing with the haircut blogs down at the three millionth position. At this rate, with a couple more flamewars, I should be back to the old ranking by about Christmas time, which will be a nice pressie. If I haven’t made it by then, I’ll just start picking fights with celebublogs at random and linking to blogs nobody else links to randomly, as they are always so grateful.

Beware, ye mighty and ye obscure!

the question is: what IS a manah manah?

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It is time.

And some fascinating trivia about the song, via a comment here from Christefano. Given the shape of those muppets, it’s quite interesting to note that the song was written to score a Swedish porn film.

“Mah Nà Mah Nà” is a well-known pop music song, written by Piero Umiliani. It was a hit in many countries, including the USA, in 1968–1969. The song’s lyrics contain no actual words, only nonsense words resembling scat singing. The original version interpolates melodies from “Swedish Rhapsody” (“Midsommarvaka” (“Midsummer Vigil”)) by Hugo Alfvén, “Santa Lucia“, “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy“, the jazz standard “Lullaby of Birdland“, and others.

“Mah Nà Mah Nà” debuted as part of Umiliani’s soundtrack for the Italian softcore pornography movie Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso (Sweden, Heaven and Hell) (1968), a pseudo-documentary film about wild sexual activity and other behavior in Sweden (“Mah Nà Mah Nà” accompanied a scene set in a sauna). A soundtrack album, “Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso” was released in 1968. The movie was also released under the English title Sweden Heaven and Hell.

 

all I want for Christmas: a roundup

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A Christmas lecture from Linus. Ah, what does he know?Besides world domination, that is.

Just in time for the opening of shopping season, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present a brief list of swag suitable for gifting to everybody’s favorite blog bitch. We have spared no effort in our gruelling research, trolling the blogroll yea, even unto Vicus Scurra, where we find naught but impractical suggestions for the unusual deployment of root vegetables. Oh, those crazy Brits and their anal turnip fetishes!

Is that why they’re called rutabagas?

In any case, here, as a result of simply hours trolling through BoingBoing, Go Fug Yourself, and Metro‘s emails, is our Christmas Wish List (to date, management reserves the right to add, say, a Tiffany Ribbon Bracelet or a Uranium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulator at any later date).

Che trooper!

pic o’ the day: Man of the Year

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via email from Raj. I’m pretty sure I dated this guy, but he wasn’t that good-looking back then or I’d have retrained and retained him. Go a little Barbara Woodhouse on his ass a few times and she’d be up on that pedestal again in no time, while the bike shivered under a carelessly-thrown tarp.

Man of the Year