Monthly Archives: May 2009

starting a cold engine

no 20-minute-psychedelic-electronic-new-folk-prog-rock-freakout-jams here, just some gloriously unfashionable guitar music!

the dirtbombs – la fin du monde

jj cale – crazy momma

richie valens – sleepwalk

the velvet underground – rock and roll

billy childish – teenage kicks

the viscounts – dig


i wish i was on some australian mountain range

i got no reason to be there, but i imagine it would be some kind of change.

superlube’s secret sauce

what’s inside WD-40? find out here, and have a nice day!

Our lab analyzed WD-40 with gas chromatography (GC) and mass spectroscopy (MS). GC separates chemicals based on size, boiling point, and other factors, releasing them one by one over time. MS then blasts the molecules with an electron beam and tells what’s what by the mass of the ionized fragments.


death on your doorstep

adam pyett - reflected skull

I arrived home from the city this afternoon to find a bunch of marked and unmarked police cars outside the apartment building. Inside, the foyer and corridors were swarming with police. I asked two guys in the lift if they knew what had happened. One told me that his brother lived in one of the apartments and that he had been calling for a week trying to get in touch, but there had been no answer. Today he came to the building to check on his brother, but there was no answer when he knocked on the door, even though from the courtyard he could see that the balcony door was open. After forcing his way into the apartment, he found his brother lying dead on the couch. He had been there for a week.

adam pyett - sunflowers

As I type this, there are police and detectives, with masks and forensic equipment in the apartment across the courtyard, trying to piece together what happened to this poor man.

adam pyett - thistle in a broken glass

A close-to-home reminder that life is short, and that death can be lurking on your doorstep.

adam pyett - skull

roy kuhlman (judge a book by its cover, pt2)

really liking these book cover designs by roy kuhlman.

the little killers

awesome new york city garage punk rock’n’roll!

the little killers – volume

the little killers – spider

the boxer

heat death playing tonight at idgaff bar, hoddle st. abbotsford.

as he entered the room
everyone looked up
the girls and the boys
everybody was struck

the men looked down
the women drew a breath
the heavy weight boxer
was nothing but the best

everybody looked
as he walked to the bar
everybody shook
their heads at the star

a cocky grin and
a puffed up chest
and an ego that just
didn’t want to rest


everybody rolled their eyes in disgust
the heavyweight boxer talked himself up
the featherweight champ stared into his cup
and thought: DAMN, my rotten LUCK


so in the corner
quiet and free,
sat the featherweight man
drinking his his tea

this was the man
that the world forgot
and there was the champ
that he never was

he thought: not today,
not this way,
everybody thinks
i only i get in they way

the feather weight champ
he had enough
he thought: i’m gonna go
and beat this guy up.


a tap on the shoulder
lets take it outside
unless of course
you’ve got something to hide

i got to get something
off my chest
i’m gonna prove
you’re no better than the rest


well the heavyweight boxer
was less than impressed.
he said: alright,
lets make a mess

up down up down
all around
fists and cuffs
flying all around

inside, outside
with everyone around
call the police
there’s a mad man in town

but the featherweight champ
didn’t make a sound
while the heavyweight boxer
fell to the ground