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November 28, 2004
A Return to Radio
After missing the last 3 weeks, it's good to be back. In my absence, Patrick did some amazing work including an all Guided By Voices show with his friend Jarrett last week. I wasn't able to get a recording of that so lucky you if you tuned in.
Here's this week's playlist:
- The Velvett Fogg // Yellow Cave Woman
- Burquitlam Plaza // Parents Bowling Fun Night
- Camera Obscura // Let's Go Bowling
- Nate Dove and the Devils // Ghetto Street USA
- POS Crew // POSible Intro
- Trash // Living in a Garden
- Tom Northcott Trio // Just Don't
- The Papercuts // Poor and Free
- The Small Faces // Autumn Stone
- Xmas // Your Humble Suitor
- Pussy // The Open Ground
- BBGun // The Wasps and the Bees
- The Savoys // Razorback
Posted by rsexton at 11:47 PM | Comments (0)
November 11, 2004
Page 23 Revisited
From The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon.
"Have you lost a filling, Josef?"
"He has something in his mouth," said Thomas. "It's shiny."
"What do you have in your mouth, young man?" said the boys' mother, marking her place with a butter knife.
Josef stuck two fingers between his right cheek and upper right gum and pulled out a flat strip of metal, notched at one end: a tiny fork, no longer than Thomas's pinkie.
"What is that?" his mother asked him, looking as if she was going to be ill.
Josef shrugged. "A torque wrench," he said.
"What else?" said his father to his mother, with the unsubtle sarcasm that was itself a kind of subtlety, ensuring that he never appeared caught out by the frequently surprising behavior of his children. "Of course it's a torque wrench."
"Herr Kornblum said I should get used to it," Josef explained. "He said that when Houdini dies, he was found to have worn away two sizable pockets in his cheeks."
Herr Dr. Kavalier returned to his Tageblatt. "An admirable aspiration," he said.
Josef had become interested in stage magic right around the time his hands had grown large enought to handle a deck of playing cards. Prague had a rich tradition of illusionists and sleight-of-hand artists, and it was not difficult for a boy with preoccupied and indulgent parents to find competent instruction. He had studied a year with a Czech named Bozic who called himself Rango and specialized in card and coin manipulation, mentalism, and the picking of pockets. He could also cut a fly in half with a thrown three of diamonds. Soon Josef had learned the Rain of Silver, the Dissolving Kreutzer, the Count Erno pass, and rudiments of the Dead Grandfather, but when it was brought to the attention of Josef's parents that Rango had once been jailed for replacing the jewelry and money of his audiences with paste and blank paper, the boy was duly removed from his tutelage.
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