Since writing this and posting it on the internet, Match.com has switched my advertising barrage from females to males.  jajajajaja!complaint about match.com

"Yo, now that we are seeing two banner ads from match.com at a time (including this VERY moment) why don't you change up the formula a little? It's time to break the 'touch your hair' 'smile' 'touch your hair' 'laugh' 'show more cleavage' 'look curious' 'touch your hair' 'smile' pattern.

There is something that I hate in the web-chat reenactment format of these movie loops, and that is the actors' unchanging vision line, explicitly for the purposes of eagerly gazing at her monitor to see her suitor's response (bad enough) and implicitly to show obedience by lowering her gaze. To acknowledge dominance in this way is overtly taught in some cultures, though for mainstream North Americans it has become largely unconscious body language and harkens back to evolutionary cues still seen in the social order of oh, say, a pack of wild dogs. I accuse Match.com of choosing this format specifically to exploit it.

I rue the genius of the tagline, "it's ok to look" which for myspace users watching vamps expose themselves takes on voyeuristic undertones, while television ads turn it into an inspiring affirmation that maybe it is possible for aging divorcees to find a low-risk forum for allowing their hearts to believe again (sigh. . . . .) Two demographics looking for different things, nothing more? Of course, any person must become aware of the irony at the moment they realize the second meaning has been juxtaposed to the first. On myspace, I have been cajoled into questioning any barriers that might keep me from clicking to see more of these lovely ladies with the same phrase used to encourage baby boomers that they can find love again. . .the first time I saw a commercial on the tv, I was struck by the double entendre. Would a middle aged television viewer experience the same shift, realizing that the heart-warming "it's ok to look" they saw at the end of a commercial about healing after a divorce is also used to sweep away the morals of their pre-teen on myspace?"

Brown Rice 4432 N. Kedzie Ave. Wilson Shook, sax; Guillermo Gregorio, clarinet; Joshua Manchester, kagel drum; Fred Lonberg-Holm, cello; Aaron Zarzutzki, no-output turntable; Daniel Fandino, electronics;

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you need to get some of what wrbq has got:
Tampa radio station signal to blame for triggering car alarms

The good news is - it's not an FCC violation. The bad news there are a lot of angry car owners whose car alarms suddenly go off - and a radio station's signal is apparently to blame. A report by the FCC says a radio antenna atop a Tampa bank building "uses a frequency that emits a harmonic," which matches a frequency some car alarms use. The signal belongs to WRBQ-FM (104.7) according to the report. UPI reports some motorists passing through the signal reported their engines failing, but working normally once they're towed away from the area.

Washington Post story:
http://voices.washingtonpost.com/washingtonpostinvestigations/2008/08/mccains_vp_pick_palin_facing_e.html
Pass it on!!!!

When someone is from a different country than you, it is a LOT harder to tell if they are deranged.

http://tpmmuckraker.talkingpointsmemo.com/2008/08/stevens_cusses_threatens_and_b.php

What sucks about our world is that no one was outraged that Ted consistently screwed his people and Alaska's natural resources in favor of big business and oil, they only got outraged when he got caught being reimbursed for it.

Yo, now that we are seeing two banner ads from match.com at a time (including this moment) why don't you change up the formula a little? It's time to break the 'touch your hair' 'smile' 'touch your hair' 'laugh' 'show more cleavage' 'look curious' 'touch your hair' 'smile' pattern.

There is something that I hate in the web-chat reenactment format of these movie loops, and that is the actors' unchanging vision line, explicitly for the purposes of eagerly gazing at her monitor to see her suitor's response (bad enough) and implicitly to show obedience by lowering her gaze. To acknowledge dominance in this way is overtly taught in some cultures, though for mainstream North Americans it has become largely unconscious body language and harkens back to evolutionary cues still seen in the social order of oh, say, a pack of wild dogs. I accuse Match.com of choosing this format specifically to exploit it.

I rue the genius of the tagline, "it's ok to look" which for myspace users watching vamps expose themselves takes on voyeuristic undertones, while television ads turn it into an inspiring affirmation that maybe it is possible for aging divorcees to find a low-risk forum for allowing their hearts to believe again (sigh. . . . .) Two demographics looking for different things, nothing more? Of course, any person must become aware of the irony at the moment they realize the second meaning has been juxtaposed to the first. On myspace, I have been cajoled into questioning any barriers that might keep me from clicking to see more of these lovely ladies with the same phrase used to encourage baby boomers that they can find love again. . .the first time I saw a commercial on the tv, I was struck by the double entendre. Would a middle aged television viewer experience the same shift, realizing that the heart-warming "it's ok to look" they saw at the end of a commercial about healing after a divorce is also used to sweep away the morals of their pre-teen on myspace?

After a long tenure in Florida, we are back in Chicago, for a little while at least. It's funny, but if you ever see a proper map of Chicago, there is a little gerrymandered spit sticking out the northwest side that blossoms to encompass o'hare international airport. When on the el train home, I almost felt as if I could see the division, off in the distance were plenty of attempts at architecture, order, structure, maintenance, etc. whilst the more proximate surroundings were starkly chicagoan: overcrowded rush hour hell, busily going nowhere on a backdrop of bare metal i-beams, rusted chainlink fence leaching oxidation onto raw concrete, and a train full of people who somehow managed not to look at each other despite being packed together like sardines. It seemed novel for about 5 minutes before I was sucked back into their normalcy and spent the rest of the 1.5 hour CTA trip looking for things that had changed. (very little)

Not that I'm making value judgements: I thought Florida was obscenely sprawled and toxic. The divisiveness in the population is palpable, senior citizens, cowboys who have never seen a cow, tree-huggers, developers. I'll only miss the music scene really, comprised of people who magically understood that they needed to bolster each other at all times (even though driving distances are enormous), were endlessly fun, supportive and giving, at once accepting of any musical idea and exhibiting only the most refined, highest art themselves. Very special environment to be in. I'll miss you florida people, deepest thanks from your weirdo transplant!

when you think of wmnf, think of cultural death. There are only two listenable shows during the entire weekly schedule of this stagnant community radio station, which serves as an over-eclectic vortex of obsolescent pop, open-mic-grade singer-songwriter guitar, a slathering of cover songs, and worse.

Try driving to work with 88.5 on: if, by the time of arrival, you have not fallen asleep at the wheel, you've contemplated all manner of suicide. A crushing dose of murmering, 'original', finger-picked songs accompanied by untrained melancholy voice counteracts the strongest coffee. The singer-songwriter, once thought banished to ambient cafe open-mics, has parasitically attached its fangs to the throat of independent radio, and drains all who listen. These obsequies find legitimacy in the cloak of folk music despite the fact that it is long acknowledged fact that any camp counselor sitting at a bonfire can master the necessary skills to succeed in the ouvre.

Boy, the listener must really appreciate having an alternative to the consumerist products that major label record companies produce. Unless the alternative goes only so far as to have some blues band do a shoddy live cover version!

Don't worry though, because for every reprehensible choice your DJ makes, there will be an equally bland selection from the other end of the planet immediately to follow.