Fine Art Makes Me Hungry

So does this photograph of Yunnan rice terraces (click on pic for full res).

Spinning His Wheel

Barack had his Sister Souljah moment this weekend. It's not pretty, but while he's busy tossing his pastor to the dogs and politically self-immolating, at least one man is keeping a clear head:

Fun with Fruit and Vegatables

When I first heard this on the radio, for a few seconds I fretted that Missing Persons might have gotten back together. Ah, but I needn't have worried. Since practically every song from Santogold is from a difhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifferent genre, there's no danger she'll ever sound as monochromatic as Dale Bozzio. She seems to have picked up a little accent on her way from Philadelphia to Bed-Stuy, but that's OK; worked for Sting. At least she doesn't sing with a Philly accent, and we can all be thankful for that.

May 7 addendum: interesting review of her new album today on Pitchfork.

Yidish far Onhoybers un Republicans

A tip of the Sardonic Homburg to LB for this instructive shtikl.

And You Thought Maus Was Fiction

Warning: the site linked to the cat's head contains LOLcat-talk. Just move through the pix, ignore the text, and get the hell out of there, OK?

The Mortal Enemies of Lordi

They are Turbonegro, the Village People of Norwegian glam deathpunk. It goes downhill from there, I think. These guys got on my radar when they canceled their gig at Coachella. They score some points with a clever site gate, then double those points with improbable entries in their band bio: "due to a damaged foot, personal priorities and a focus on other projects, we have been forced to ask drummer Chris Summers to resign from Turbonegro." Maybe he'll replaced by Techno Viking?