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June is National Accordion Awareness Month!

It’s the first of June, and as Ethan Henry has reminded me via email it’s National Accordion Awareness Month!

Here’s an photo perfect for kicking off this special month…

Photo: Joey deVilla palying accordion at Ashley Bristowe's and Chris Turner's Wedding in Canmore, Alberta -- January 2004.

“Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta…”

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What My Friends are Sayin’

  • The Pixies’ song Here Comes Your Man is the bomb. Literally.
    This

    one’s from Stacy — she links to a lyrics site where one of the

    commenters says that the lyrics to the Pixies’ oddly Beatles-esque and poppiest tune is about Nagasaki.

    Here are the lyrics:

    outside there’s a box car waiting

    outside the family stew

    out by the fire breathing

    outside we wait ’til face turns blue

    i know the nervous walking

    i know the dirty beard hangs

    out by the box car waiting

    take me away to nowhere plains

    there is a wait so long

    here comes your man

    big shake on the box car moving

    big shake to the land that’s falling down

    is a wind makes a palm stop blowing

    a big, big stone fall and break my crown

    there is a wait so long

    you’ll never wait so long

    here comes your man

    there is a wait so long

    you’ll never wait so long

    here comes your man

    The commenter’s theory that the song is about Nagasaki is based on the fact that the delivery vehicle for the A-bomb — named Fat Man — was a B-29 bomber named the Bockscar, which will have flown the mission 60 years ago this August 9th. Given lead vocalist Black Francis

    (a.k.a. Frank Black, a.k.a. Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV)

    predilection for odd topics and science in his lyrics, I’d say that

    this commenter could be right.

  • Three Men, Three Views

    Lisa lives in Tel Aviv and writes very fascinating pieces about life there. In this entry, she talks to three men

    • An Orthodox settlement leader who lives in Gush Katif
    • An artist who curates exhibitions devoted to Israeli/Palestinian coexistence
    • A foreign art curator

    You’d be surprised what each of them has to say.

  • Min Jung Writes About the 14 Stages of Blogging

    Nobody does the funny quite like Min Jung, who’s figured out and documented the lifecycle of bloggers:

    1. “Start reading blogs.”
    2. “You start a blog.”
    3. “You become a stats whore.”
    4. “You become really personal on your site as the online and real-life worlds start confusing you.”
    5. “You faux “retire” from blogging.”
    6. “You cave back into blogging in less than 72 hours.”
    7. “You decide to “get serious” about blogging.”
    8. “You have a pseudo flirty im/blogging/flickr flirting relationship with another blogger whom you have never met.”
    9. “You decide that you must meet other bloggers.”
    10. “You take a step back and metablog about blogging and what blogging has done about your blogging.”
    11. “See step 5.”
    12. “You

      decide that as a result of step 10 and having repeated step 5 more than

      3 times in the course of your lifecycle as a blogger, that you need to

      sanitize or reinvent your blog.”

    13. “You

      either lose your job because of blogging, are afraid of losing your job

      for blogging, or join a company that builds blogging tools.”

    14. “You decide to start an anonymous livejournal blog.”
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Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Yes, But You Should See the Penalties for Leaving the Plan…

[via Torontoist] The church sign at the corner of Avenue Road and Dupont:

Photo: Church sign saying 'Try prayer -- the original wireless communication.

Furthermore, you have to use UDP

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In Fact, You Should Probably Just Back Away from Their Cage Very, Very Slowly

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Missing Man’s Friends Ask For Help

Liz “I Speak of Dreams” Ditz pointed me to a blog entry in which a missing man’s friends are asking for help:

A friend of mine, David Koch, is missing on a mountain in Canada [Grouse Mountain, not far from Vancouver], and

I’m looking for help to publicize his situation so the Canadian

authorities don’t give up looking.

Dave’s the associate publisher on DMReview,

a Thomson/SourceMedia publication. He drove from Seattle toward

Vancouver on Wednesday, stopping in late afternoon to take a tram up a

mountain he and his wife had visited years before. Apparently he missed

the tram back, and attempted to hike down. He hasn’t been heard from

since.

A search effort was organized, but it’s looking like the authorities in Canada are starting to give up.

Dave is a truly great person, and I simply can’t imagine that he

could be left on his own at this point. I’m looking for any contacts

you can suggest in the national media – NYTimes, the wires, broadcast,

etc. – who might be able to recommend a reporter who could help to

publicize Dave’s situation. If you have any ideas as to how we should

go about the process, please email me or call me any time day or night.

"Loneliness is their drug of choice"

[via Just a Gwai Lo] Food for thought from an article in the blog called The Cake Eater Chronicles titled Lonely or Broken?

How many people do you know who seem to have a serious attachment to

being lonely? They’ve made loneliness into their mate and they talk

about loneliness the way some women and men talk about their

significant others. Because those people are out there. I’m sure you’ve

met a few: single women and men who constantly bemoan how if only I could meet the right person

and then never actually get off their ass to do something about it. You

invite them out, you introduce them to someone you think they’ll get

along with, hoping against hope that this will get them to quit their

bitching, or at least move to a new stage of bitching, and five minutes

later—POOF!—they’ve hit the self-destruct button and are back at

your side, bitching and moaning again, about how that person wasn’t

right for them, what were you thinking, etc. They have run back to

their ever faithful mate: loneliness. These are the people, in my

experience, who have the ideal mate all laid out in their mind and they

won’t settle for anything but that, while they know, somewhere in the

back of their mind, that said ideal mate simply does not exist in

reality. They set the bar too high for any mere mortal to pass over.

In other words: there are people out there for whom loneliness is their drug of choice and, boy are they ever addicted to it.

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Accordion, Instrument of the Gods It Happened to Me

A Moment from Christie’s Farewell Party

The scene: The Bishop and the Belcher, a pub on Queen Street West, Accordion City. I’m there attending a farewell party for popular Toronto blogger Christie St. Martin, who’s moving to Brooklyn. I have my accordion, which I’m wearing in “backpack mode”.


Two young women dressed in punk-goth style walk past me while I’m near the bar, talking to Eva.

Woman 1 (to me): Hey, an accordion! Oh, it’s you, Accordion Guy!

Woman 2: Accordion Guy? He’s real?

(This sort of thing has happened before.)