Category: uncategorized & miscellaneous

Straight Edge

I’ve been working on a reggae version of the ol’ DC hardcore manifesto:

Straight Edge
by Minor Threat

I’m a person just like you
But I’ve got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don’t even think about speed
That’s something I just don’t need
I’ve got the straight edge

I’m a person just like you
But I’ve got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
‘Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch
I’ve got the straight edge

The Internets (Is Just A Bunch A' Tubes)

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The internets is just a bunch of tubes
Connecting you to me and me to you
Us to them, and them to us
We're all ridin' on the same cyber-bus

You gotta get hooked up before you ride
Gotta make sure the wrong people don't get inside
And gum up your tubes with them cyber-worms
Or cyber-scam you with their cyber-terms

The internets is just a bunch of tubes
Connecting you to me and me to you
You to them, and them to you
We're all ridin' through the same cyber-tubes

You need a friend who know how it works
But those geeky guys can be such jerks
You gotta figure out some of the stuff yourself
Start cyber-workin on your cyber-health

The internets is just a bunch of tubes
Connecting you to me and me to you
Me to you, and you to me
We're all ridin' round, and it's all for free

Or is it free, you gotta buy a box
And figure out how to hook it up
Takes some money and it takes some time
But then the tubes is free, they don't cost a dime

The internets is just a bunch of tubes
Connecting you to me and me to you
Me to you, and you to me
We're all one big cyber-family

And here is Senator Stevens’s metaphor for “the internets.”

Cops Can't Snare Richard McNair

This week’s New Yorker features an article about continual escapee Richard McNair. It refers to this encounter, briefly after he had just escaped from a maxumum security prison again –he is still at large– in which he shucks and jives his way right out from under the nose of a cop. He even gives two different names! (First he’s Robert Jones, then he’s Jimmy Jones.) He’s one cool con.