Watch the British post-punk band Savages make its debut on American radio in a blistering set from KEXP.
It’s just sooo good. Already predicting this will be in my top 3 albums of 2013 (and many others’ Best Of lists, too).
Cover Song Wednesdays presents: “Ceremony” - Xiu Xiu (cover of Joy Division/New Order)
One of my favorite cover songs ever, presented here because last night my band mate asked me what song I would love to sing and this is the first thing I could come up with.
Everything about this: the freezing cold, Jaime’s barely-reigned-in tension, the brilliant rework of the song that is true to the original and yet completely new, too. It’s everything a cover song should hope to be.
Yes, unfortunately the Velociraptor mongoliensis is more like a very aggressive roadrunner than a man-eating murder machine. But those aren’t the ‘raptors from the movies.
The “velociraptors” of Jurassic Park fame are actually Deinonychus, a (slightly) taller, equally roadrunnerish combination of tail and sickle-shaped toe claw. D-nikes (I made that name up) were not huge, but that claw could easily split you open like a bag of spaghetti.
There’s no real confirmation that they were “clever girls” or hunted in packs, and the insistence of JP’s directors on not adding feathers to these almost-certainly feathered death-chickens is kind of like a claw-toed slap in the face to paleontology.
Just like the great T. rex (which we talked about last week), our image of these dinos changes with new science, and will continue to change. Our fiction needs to change with them.
Edit: Several people have noted that Utahraptor is a close match in size to the movie ‘raptors (a death-ostrich, if you will), but that’s a lucky coincidence since it wasn’t discovered until after Jurassic Park was released.
(Dino images via Colin Douglas Howell on Wikipedia)
DEATH CHICKEN.
Anonymous asked: Peter Murphy awakens from his sound slumber, startled awake by some awful sensation. His wife, worried, turns to him. "Peter," she whispers urgently. "Are you all right?" Peter furrows his brow, as if in pain. "I think..." he begins, then falters. "I think I just...lost a fan."

After work, drinking a beer in my v-necked white undershirt. If I were watching the news and had a dachshund by my side I’d be the spitting image of my grandfather circa 1985.
Except I’d need to be drinking Blatz and have a pack of Pall Malls nearby. Also, we’re not blood related.
So, for some reason there’s some new research on this antibiotic I took throughout high school to help with acne.
“Scientists think the drug [minocycline] may clear the brain of distractions like, in this case, arousal, to improve focus for making rational decisions…Other studies have demonstrated that minocycline can improve patients’ focus on social cues, encourage sober decision making and improve the symptoms associated with schizophrenia and depression.”
I read this and my narcissism takes over and asks “How did this drug affect me? How was I different in high school than I otherwise would have been? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?”
Reality kicks in and I realize: it means nothing. I don’t recall being overly rational in high school (who is?) but I do remember being poor at picking up social cues and my decision making certainly had its spotty moments. I DEFINITELY over-trusted pretty girls.
Now I’d say I tend to be more rational, to a fault, and better at social cues though still often inept. I probably still over-trust pretty women though my definition has changed, so maybe that’s improvement?
Allie Brosh and Hyperbole and a Half are back after a year and a half of internet silence. That’s incredibly good news for people who like awesome things.
I point this out for two reasons:
- It contains one of the best evolutionary biology illustrations of all time (above), about how we are at the end of a long line of things that successfully avoided getting chewed to death.
- It is one of the greatest explorations and personal stories of depression and mental health that I have ever seen, and should really be read by every single damn person on Earth.
It’s extraordinary that every corner of my internet life is happy to see another post from Allie Brosh (and rightfully so). She may not be a one person “It Gets Better” for those who suffer with depression, but she’s definitely a rallying cry for many who say, “YES. This. Now stop telling me why I should be so happy.”
(stolen from smart people on facebook)
My high school self cried out and was silenced. I will still clutch my Bauhaus records to my chest but this man…THIS MAN…is dead to me. (More than Bela Lugosi, even.)
Cover Song Wednesdays: The Willie Nelson 80th Birthday Edition
“Graceland” - Willie Nelson (Paul Simon cover)
I really like this version, maybe even more than the original, which I love as well. It’s just such a good traveling song—a real on-the-road song. So it’s fitting that Willie covered it.