Argh. KENTUCKY.
Category: Kentucky
We got new evacuation instructions for our building today. Before, we had to alternate in the east and west stairwells by floor, which was a pain to remember. Now, the instructions are to go to the east stairwell if you’re on the east side, and the west stairwell if you’re on the west side. You got to whichever stairwell is closest. It’s that simple!
In the last ten minutes, I’ve heard two people come up and ask the Lady in the Next Cube whether we’re on the east or west side.
Apparently New York’s best bet for a Kentucky Derby winner is named Achilles of Troy.
Give it a minute.
Okay, for non-nerds: if you still don’t get the discrepancy, that’s like naming your horse “Aragorn of Mordor.”
Straight out the 402
I was disappointed to notice My Morning Jacket, Louisville band turned critical darling and national success, on the list of Sony CDs carrying MediaMax DRM software, which has recently shown to cause vulnerabilities as badly as the infamous XCP rootkit. I knew the band probably had little input in whether their CD would be DRMed, but it was still bad news. Then the EFF blog brought to my attention that MMJ is offering their own recall–a more ethical, more friendly and more business-sensible path to their audience than the one their own label has taken. I am positively flush with Louisville pride.
This post is actually about gloating over seeing Lucinda Williams
Lucinda Williams seemed happily surprised by the enthusiasm of the crowd last night. “Y’all are so great,” she said. “What is this, is… is Louisville just a well-kept secret or something?” (Roars of assent, even though she pronounced it “Looeyville.”) “Y’know, Austin used to be like this… back when I moved there in ’74. Before the Wal-Marts and the Starbucks moved in…”
I wonder if she saw any of the billboards and bumper stickers for Keep Louisville Weird, which is (by their admission) a direct rip of Keep Austin Weird.
The correct pronunciation of “Louisville,” incidentally, has been codified in Elizabethtown, and is audible in the theatrical trailer, I think (can’t check at work, sans sound card). Elizabethtown filmed for a few days and held its premiere afterparty at the Brown Hotel, adjoining the Brown Theatre where we saw Lucinda Williams last night.
Lucinda Williams is a good show! She is also the most awkward-looking human on earth.
Disturbing Search Result (that led somebody to my site):
tv remote control fall down and don't work
Ten bucks says that’s a Kentucky original!
Getting more hits for “thinspiration,” too: Ana has moved up to the #84 Google result.
I would like to see their webmaster’s face when he checks the referral logs
Oh man oh man. Neil Gaiman has discovered Jennifer Brummett.
This may not mean much to you, but it’s pretty glorious for those of us who endured her “reviews” for four years of DramaCentre (aka CentreDrama). Brummett is the Advocate-Messenger’s theatre “critic,” and the depth of research and literary acuity you see in that article was exactly what she applied to our work. I’m not trying to say we were de Sade at Arenton, but the things we did took time and thought and pain. Brummett could be replaced a rubber cup on the end of a stick.
It’s nice to have some validation that the woman has no business putting two words together, whether it has any practical effect or not. Dear Jennifer Brummett: Welcome to the interweb! I hope you like being the message boards’ new darling.
BUT AT LEAST I WENT
I now know empirically what I’ve long suspected: the Infield is a vast and sickening waste of flesh, all of which would serve the world better as low-grade taco meat. I hate Derby.
There’s a section of Barret Avenue (on my bus ride) that is apparently being cleaned up by a volunteer group, or has pledged to reduce its emissions, or something. As part of some city PR rep’s bright idea, they’ve demarcated it with signs as “The Green Mile.”
Which is a nickname for the walk to the electric chair.
Argh. Unbelievable.
KENTUCKY.