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Listen from  1:23:50  (expires in seven days) - latest from  Beck  (preceded by Big Audio Dynamite, "Medicine Show", whose  official video is here ): Beck recently hooked up with old buddy Jack White to release  a new single  on  Third Man . The 7″ features the new tracks “I Just Started Hating Some People Today” and “Blue Randy.” White produced both songs, playing drums on the latter and adding “punk vocals” to the former. “I Just Started Hating Some People Today” is streaming below, and it’s an old-school country lope that suddenly switches up into hardcore and then porno-funk at the end. It’s a weird one! Listen below.

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Pyura chilensis: the closest thing to getting blood from a stone That's  Rieppeleon   brevicaudatus , to you. Empirical Esthetics: 18 Outstanding Images That Celebrate the Beauty Revealed by Science [Slide Show] Czech "Science Is Beautiful" photo and illustration competition explores the wondrous worlds discovered via scientific investigation Whaddya want for nothin' - rubber Chicken in a Biskit?

Sharon Stone is still exposed twenty years after ‘Basic Instinct’ 1 users liked this comment Rate a Thumb Up Rate a Thumb Down 1 users disliked this comment Scott    •   North Berwick, Maine   •    7 hours ago "In ["Lovelace"], Stone plays Linda Lovelace's mother Dorothy Boreman." That's a well-named character for her, if her effect on my little ... man ... is anything to go (if definitely not come) by. As with sex itself, I still can't see what all the hype surrounding La Stone is all about. Give me a root beer and an old Tennessee Tuxedo cartoon each night and I'm set for life. 1 users liked this comment Thumbs Up Thumbs Down 0 users disliked this comment James    •    6 hours ago Stay on the porch Scott.

  O verheard on  30 Rock : Liz Lemon (Tina Fey), snidely, at the meeting table when a co-worker, after seeing her and another colleague going out after work (in search of a new cast member from among rising club comedians, as it happens), asks if the two are "doing it": So there you go. Case closed. Pete and I are intercoursing each other. Popout Popout Steve Buscemi, as one of the protestors on the sidewalk outside 30 Rock: Hey, dudes. I'm organizing a viral protest on ''Tweeter'' and ''Youtubes''. Anyone wants to get in on that, just write down your social security numbers.

I   see the good uploaders at Unz.org, not inclined to rest content with having liberated from the stacks and thence unto a waiting scholarly world online the page-image archives of dozens of such historic periodicals as  Encounter , have recently added to their impressive range the first five years (1977-1982) of  Inquiry , the biweekly (later monthly) financed by the  Cato Institute,  who published it first from San Francisco throughout the Carter years and then from Washington, DC throughout the first Reagan term, the magazine's work in the world apparently complete with the re-election of the Gipper ( laughter ). In addition to front-of-the-book investigative reporting on the latest depredations of corporate-state crony capitalism and the foreign policy advancing its nefarious ends, the back of its pantomime-horse book was likely in any given issue to feature, among dozens of other pleasantly surprising contributions,  Murray Rothbard on Henry...

Bazooka  DSL. : Get dressed, Testy - we're going out for Indian food tonight: aren't you excited?   Testy ( putting down copy of  The Loan Ranger and Taunteau Meet the Subprime Kid  comic ): Oh, boy, Joe, am I ever! You know how much I love heap big plates of corn, beans, squash, wild salmon, buffalo pemmican and c. 1621 heirloom strains of wild Pilgrim, all slathered in Land O' Lakes! Can I wear my headdress with the pink flamingo feathers and my snakeskin moccasins, bring my tommyhawk and paint my face purple like I did last time when they thought I needed the Heimlich? Bazooka  DSL. : Heh-heh-heh, been reading the funny papers again, I see. No, not the ( imitates blaring 1950s-Hollywood Plains-Indian battle music, quieting unto war-drum coda )  DA-da-DA-da-da-da ... BUMpumpumpum-BUMpumpumpum  kind of Indian food - the ( in practiced, confidently-projected mid-American syrupy gladhanding timbre )  THANK  YOU  FOR CALLING MICROPEENI TEC...

  Ten hot concerts to see this summer Fans of all types of music are sure to find something to enjoy this season. Check out the list 9) Kiss and Motley Crue:  Hard rock and loud guitars are determined to make a comeback in 2012 and nowhere better to get your fix of decibels and fireworks than from these two tried and true ensembles of seasoned rock veterans. Named simply "The Tour," there should be nothing simple about this assault on the senses. There's still no better way to get loud and stupid than with the kings of guilt-free hedonism. Ladies not looking to get pregnant should stay away from the backstage areas. These guys are contagious! 6) Beach House:  Don't forget to see the Baltimore, Maryland dream-pop duo Beach House, which features a man  and  a woman for your viewing pleasure. The fourth and latest album,  Bloom , establishes them as a duo riding a creative wave worth hearing. Wild Nothing, yet another dream pop outfit, run by Jack Tatum, will ...

Mr. Jefferson, tear down this fall: University of Virginia Reinstates Ousted President

A s I did round this time in the election year 2008, so in 2012 do I again endorse the immediate dissolution, in vinegar, of the voting-eligible People of the United States of America, and their replacement at the ballot boxes this November by 230 million adult specimens of wild salmon, seaweed, kale, sweet potato, avocado, Fuyu persimmons, active yogurt cultures, lentils, bean sprouts, green tea and wheat bran. 

E rnest: I'm not sure which imaginary alternative has horrified me more my last thirty years self-tied to the gale-blown mast about one crucial micrometer left of center: the thought of living in an imagined society wholly given over, far more than at present, to the presumed virtues of the 'free' market, the apotheosis of capital and the division of labor - or one in which those wholesome-to-a-point artifacts had been abolished outright. Gilbert: Fortunately, thank Goethe, you'll never have to face such a choice in any arena of what is still quaintly called 'real life' outside of your web browser, or the escapist perusal of divers volumes of laser-pistol sci-fi impishly shelved in some of the humbler cerebral neighborhoods under Nonfiction. I shudder enough to imagine our present democratic distempers, their cracks widened over time by chisels already long-forged, issuing, pardon my mixing of national images, in a  Walpurgisnacht  reckoning with some ungodly hy...

M ort ( red turtleneck pulled up to nose hiding what look for all the world to be an actual turtle neck and turtle mouth ): Have you ever noticed how suspiciously quick the great majority of people are to condemn  tout court  such bogeymenandwomen as, e.g., terrorists, Communists, Nazis, Fascists,  faggots,  cannibals, windowless van drivers with candy and teddy bears,  gangsters, banksters,  drug dealers/addicts, doping athletes, inside traders, racists/sexists/homophobes/foaming hoboes, pornographers, human traffickers, girly-men, cowards, bedwetters, lawyers and pirates, as if such tags, in the very flinging, were always and everywhere    Like an inverse Gillette  The worst a man can get? Bazooka   DSL .   ( in black T-shirt, white eye-patch, blackface, Long John Silver hat and pink tutu ): I know what you mean - here, have a fly: of those named roles I haven't already played if only for a moment if I thought it would give me a m...

H ey, Anthony- c'mere! I just caught big Joey playing with "little Joey", if you know what I mean ... we got a regulah  Joey Onan  heah! That's how I read the website form -   joeyonan.com  - of the name of  WaPo  food writer Joe Yonan,  whose yearlong book leave finds him homesteading with his sister and brother-in-law in North Berwick.* He has a  column on beans  arising from a new book,  Bean by Bean , by  Crescent Dragonwagon , a name which, once I read it perhaps twenty or more years ago, maybe in the NYT, I have never been in danger of forgetting. @ ShowFoodChef  great looking recipe, but hey -- it's joe Yonan, not Joey onan! — Joe Yonan (@joeyonan)  November 11, 2011 *It appears that in my devotion in such precincts to keeping forever green the memory of Genesis 38:9, unlike Onan's many (in spirit if not in spilt, deflected issue) furtive descendants, I am  not alone . Of course, if in your well-measured essays...

"U nca  DSL. , while you were in the kitchen the other night softening fish heads for your big three-man man-date, I thought I overheard you finally make your quadrennial presidential endorsement, but unlike with the heads, I didn't catch it in final, sound, bite form. Could you run it by me again so I and my mom and the man who currently steams her carpet know who not to vote for? I turned eighteen when you started your second and hopefully last half-century with a gout-inducing bender, and want to do what's right by my current and your long since ex- country." "Why, sure, Becky ( returning to kitchen ) - just pull up a chair and sit on it like this ( buries face in hands ), and Uncle will explain everything he can before your mother arrives with my thirty-pack and my "generic meds" from that "Indian pharmacy" I have shipped to her P.O. Box after my bust - I trust she's told you about "my trouble", as Benny Hill once said in dec...