Friday, July 09, 2004

Mozilla Firefox: Browser of Choice: Department of Silly Things 2004

I've been using Mozilla Firefox as a browser: they have an extension called "firesomething" which randomly changes the name of the program each time you start it. It is an utterly useless and silly extension but it makes me laugh. If you do a keyboard shortcut Ctrl+` (grave accent) in the browser window, you get a new name.

Examples: Spacedonkey, Seafox, Firesquid, Waterwolf, Superkangaroo, Powerimpala, Moonjackalope...

Even better: why not download it for yourself? It's easy to use and filled with silly goodness!

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Won't you pour me a Cuban Breeze, Gretchen? (Part II)

A critical examination of "The Goodbye Look"

Last night I dreamed of an old lover dressed in gray.
I've had this fever now since yesterday.
Wake up, darling, they're knocking, the Colonel's standing in the sun,
With his stupid face, the glasses, and the gun.

I know what happens,
I read the book.
I believe I just got the goodbye look.
Won't you pour me a Cuban breeze, Gretchen.

"The whole scene turns out to be a deja vu from some cheap spy novel. Yet later, while pondering a way out, the singer casually asks the German bartendress for another drink. This "why let imminent demise ruin a good vacation" attitude is quintessential Fagen. After all, life is only a movie, right? The only musical hint of calamity is the chorus melody, which sits tensely on a fifth straight through, while the chord progression beneath slithers through a series of knotted suspensions, never resolving until Gretchen delivers his Cuban Breeze.

The glib, relaxed guitar solo that follows evokes the gay, nonchalant ambience of the bar, reinforcing that at moments like these, one does what one can, Fate does what it will. Similarly, the chic, glamorous ambience of Rick's Cafe in the film Casablanca masks the tingle of intrigue in which a single misplaced glance can cost one's life. In such tightly wound dramas, emotions can only be read in extreme close-up, whether they be in Humphrey Bogart's eyes or Donald Fagen's vocal."

Click here for the rest of this silliness.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

I'm just the DJ

Monday, July 5, 2004:
I needed to escape East Quogue and hang out with some nice people. Like a refugee I drove over to Dune Road, where my hosts were delightful. They were jolly interested in hearing about the trials and tribulations of a beach house dj. I was pleased to be around people who were just plain nice. I went from a scenario where people would constantly harrass me with requests for things and songs and who knows what else, to more humane questions, and more generous offers.

"Would you like another cup of coffee?"

"Why, yes. I would love another cup of coffee, thank you."

After one hour of pleasantness, I was ready to return to battle.

(This picture was taken by Daniel Ginsberg, who is himself a kind and gentle soul.)