Alright, I think I've successfully blogrolled everyone at THE NEW PLACE who is still alive and who was on the blogroll at the this old place. If you don't see yourself at THE NEW PLACE in the right-hand column under BECAUSE you're in the left-hand column BECAUSE because it makes things easier from a me organizational point-of-view. If you are on the old blogrolls but don't see yourself on the blogrolls at THE NEW PLACE, please send me an email (blckdgrd ampersand gmail dot com), or if you are being Kind to me and I'm not reciprocating, and/or you want to Hey Sailor me, send an email too.
I realize that moving to THE NEW PLACE at a time when I'm getting more hits than ever smacks of self-destructive stupidity, but getting angry at motherfucking typepad was motherfucking unfun and I can find unfun by the motherfucking bucketful without motherfucking typepad's help, and the look there is better and Ba'al bless the updating blogrolls, they're both boon to you bloggers I pimp and a lazy man's dream.
I recognize the inconvenience. Sincere and flattered thanks to friends who've already rewired their bumps to THE NEW PLACE, advance thanks to everyone who will move their bumps and eyes to THE NEW PLACE too.
Links and music will be posted here for at least another week (though not updates and link updates in posts), though no promises.
UPDATE! Though to be a pest, if you want to hear the new Fever Ray cover of Gabriel's Mercy Street that I literally just heard for the first time, go here.
- The law is an ass... armed with rockets.
- Imperial collapse. What if Obama is was a progressive and this is the honest best he could do?
- Daily obamapostasy.
- Obama's achievement.
- Pig self-righteously (and correctly) calls hypocrisy on Democrats.
- Bought and sold.
- Cult indoctrination.
- And no one's mind was changed.
- Not Elric, not Ehrlich, Elrich.
- More on Carla Cohen once, twice.
- Go on, get a United shirt tattoo.
- Debating MFAs.
- On C, part three.
- Left of the dial.
- Bohemian Rhapsody flow-chart.
- Wahwah. Just spend the long weekend with All Things Must Pass.
- Awaiting on you all.
- What a great album. Let it roll.
But not the poem, because motherfucking typepad fucks up the line-breaks every goddamn time, and I don't need the arrgh to deal with it. The poem from which the post's title is taken is at THE NEW PLACE.
Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever: