Nike hacked with political content
Well, it wasn't really Nike that was hacked, but their domain was hijacked thru DNS hacking (or maybe it was an insider deal). Unfortunately, interesting hacks are far apart. Very few use the canvas the new web pages provide to anything interesting. Most of the time, the webpage is done over with something akin to tagbombing a train. But these guys didn't take the credit for the hack, but simply redirected the Nike visitors to www.s11.org, an Australia based organization who will lead protests against the forthcoming World Economic Forum on September 11-13th. Anyway, good work, fellas! This is the way to use your guns!
On another note: I was multitasking heavily during lunch yesterday: I bought heavily salted herring that I put in water, in preparation for the pickled herring I will bring to the table on Midsummernight's Eve (this saturday). While letting the herring loose some of its saltiness thru soaking, I cut my hair, so now I am - once again - almost shaved, showing off my ever receding hairline. I'm fucking cool. And then some. ;)
Thursday, June 22, 2000, 06:14 p.m.
Rock Star God
There are few people whose taste in music I trust almost implicitly. One of those people is Sir Buck, Esq. For the past five years or so, he's been giving me the low-down on what's good on the punk'n'roll scene. I know, it's bothersome to trust peoples' opinions instead of digging up the goods oneself.
Anyway. Buck's been delivering most of the time. His taste is almost always tasty. But I found The Makers myself, through the Flaming Burnout and Party Sizzlers compilations from the Bellingham rascals at Estrus. I bought Psychopathia Sexualis a while ago, and it was Good. And yesterday, I bought Rock Star God, Makers' SubPop debut. I've just listened to it once, and I must say that I wasn't duly impressed. Sorry. Maybe I have to listen to it a few times to see the greatness that Magnet, Moshable and Buck has seen in it.
Rock Star God is a conceptual album, which is kind of fun. The music leans much more towards 60s rock than before (although the 60s have always been very present in the Makers' oeuvre. P-tschaaa.) Well, I have to listen more. I also bought Ween's White Pepper album, which also seems a bit bland in comparison. A good solid listening will hopefully cure that feeling too. Or not.
What more? It's fucking hot & humid here. Yesterday, a thread in my underwear was obnoxiously sticking into my lower left buttock, thanks very much. I'm also having a bit of a cold which is a fat bugger to have in this heat. I don't wear shorts. My legs are pale.
And I released a new site yesterday, about hip hop in this city. It was commissioned by the city - little pay, but I woulda done it for free. It's written by my man Phat Pat, and logos and shit are designed by Slimmy Slim Hel. I did the boring part, html & SSI & such dorkonautic things. I admit that I borrowed the main idea for the site from Pitas, yeah. But I don't feel like a thief. We all get inspiration from other places. Like my conceptual logo was inspired by Lords of Brooklyn. Ah. The site is in swedish only and will soon feature video, mp3 & more images. I'm not very proud of it, but it's better than most small hip hop sites. The URL is http://www.hiphoporama.net.
And I finally went to see Being John Malkovich yesterday. It was very good. Truth, Ruth.
Tuesday, June 20, 2000, 09:29 a.m.
Deadbeat of Denmark
Moo! I just read Mary Chen's birthday account, where she also addressed her foray into catholicism. Not exactly a foray, more like a foray-by-relation. Whatever. In 1988 i did two things containing bodily fluids:
1. I spat on Generalissimo Franco's grave, seriously fretting the badass looking moustaschioed men in trenchcoats who put flowers on the grave. Franco was a pig and a murderer and someone one should not forget
2. I masturbated in a men's room in the Vatican, paranoidically looking for hidden cameras, but at the same time feeling proud of a act of sexual magick. Later, friends have told me that the Vatican is probably one of the most-masturbated places in the world. I mean, monks & nuns & priests: all avid solo players, I bet.
Should the fact that I've done such a thing shock someone, please kill me. Or tell me what scum I am. Seriously. I'm not being called names anymore. Must be doing something wrong.
Wednesday, June 14, 2000, 12:17 p.m.
®™ark
God bless ®™ark! Arcane media assassins extraordinaire. There hasn't been as much detournment/hijacking since the heyday of the Situationists. Don't be fooled by the corporate graphic front: this is digital terrorism - a mix between art & hacking.
Saturday, I DJ'd at Smålands together with Gonzo. I think we did two fine sets, albeit somewhat erratic. People danced and seemed more than satisfied. What more can one ask for? Afterwards, I went to a slow afterparty, chatting and drinking 'til half past 5 in the morn. Thusly, Sunday became a day for contemplation, introspection and serious TV ogling, just like god meant Sundays to be.
Monday, which was holiday too, I got up early to play some paintball, that much scorned game for yuppies, rednecks and desktop warriors. It was my first time, but I have to say that it was pretty funny, but difficult. I got shot some times, but it was mostly fleshwounds which I accidentally thought were killshots. Once, I got shot in the back of my head. Another, I charged full on with no ammo and was Swiss-cheesed. Running around outdoors might sound childish, but it was good exercise, which has rendered my body and brain next to useless today. Oh well. That's what one gets for playing at war...
Re: the aforementioned radio. I try to keep it up 24/7 (the cast, that is... me, plump?;), but AmpRadio seems to disconnect the stream from time to time, or maybe it's live365 that disconnects the stream... I've changed the bitrate now, so it wont stutter on a slow ISDN line. I haven't tested to run it over modem yet...
Radio comments? mail radio@sunnerdahl.org. Too much country, too much shit, to little diversity? Any song you wonder about? My sweet?
Tuesday, June 13, 2000, 04:32 p.m.
amp radio - webcasting for mac
Hrm. Microsoft revisited. Burn their asses. Split. It goes without saying: any system where one spieces is dominating WILL become vulnerable. Not to mention inbred. People have argued that any system can be viewed as an ecosystem, and that computer networks is no exception. Look how vulnerable computers are: one single virus crashes whole companies for days. I'm waiting for a Cisco virus - then we will see some serious downtime.
I'm currently trying out AmpRadio, thru Flycast (live365's server). Currently there is no real playlist, just some random songs looped. You can listen to the stream my G4 (Der Böse III) currently pumps out at 166.90.143.147:20846. Put that number into yer MacAST or Audion or WinAmp or whatever and tell me what you think: does your network choke? Is the quality too low? Too high? I will really select tracks in a while, but I think you'll like it now too. I'm listening to my own station from a pc right now, so the sound goes sweden->usa->sweden. Wotta waste of bandwidth!
Thursday, June 8, 2000, 11:53 a.m.
K. Eric Drexler's "Unbounding the Future"
I'm awestruck by New Scentist, which I happen to buy from time to time. The issue that I bought last time I visited the bookstall (when I also bought my first issue of Bust), was mind boggling. I'm still reeling from the articles: Qballs and squarks eating out the hearts of neutron stars (if SUSY [super symmetry] theories are correct, that is) and speeding thru earth, causing Cerenkov effects. Quantum computers, quantum software, quantum encryption and quantum "internet", made possible through sort of "particle telepathy" (entanglement: two particles that have somehow interacted at some timespace will maintain a kind of instantaneous relationship [meaning teleportation etc]). Fire: maybe we didn't do that evolutionary jump some 60k years ago (with the birth of grammar) that most scientists thought, since paleoanthropologists have found signs of fire that dates 1.6 million years...
...and more stuff like that. When reading the Qball article, I felt the same kind of pleasureful oblivious feeling I used to get when visualizing the Big Bang as a child & teenager. It is a really weird feeling that butterflies my stomach, a brief fluttering moment of total understanding.
...I helped Cheb Oman DJ at Saturday's birthday party: he did the main work, I made helpful suggestions and put on quite a few favourites. We kept people dancing between 10 PM and 5 AM with arab, jamaican, rock, african, rap, disco, punk, ska, funk, latin etc: a mainstream, but unusual set of many styles, which is Cheb's trademark multikulti DJ teqneek.
...and I didn't get v. drunk.
...according to New Scientist, anthrax and flesheating bacteria have been found in heroin in Norway and Scotland. Usually one don't do autopsies on drug deaths, since it's "usually" a clean-cut case of OD. This time, a Norwegian doctor did an autopsy and found a system crawling with anthrax bacterium. He posted a newsletter, and soon some Scots docs found the same thing. Spores with bacterium obviously snuck into the H batch. Or maybe someone suddenly decided that junkies take too long to die... *woo woo*
Monday, June 5, 2000, 03:55 p.m.
Offspring supports Napster
Of course, I ain't no Offspring fan, but I still want to give them kudos for supporting Napster. Maybe they just do it in spite, ignorantly. But that is a moot point. They've taken a pro-mp3 stance, and that means creating opinion, and maybe a more nuanced debate will start, where bands recognise the true potential for mp3s: to earn more money and render the big companies next to obsolete. Streamline the entire business and bands and fans will both win. The losers are big biz and they can eat my shorts raw.
Monday, June 5, 2000, 03:09 p.m.
Nerve
Yeah well, I actually have a whole lotta things I want to write about, but I guess I'll have to skip most, since this is a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing. However. A few things have annoyed me lately. One of them is George Bush Junior. Slick little fucker oughtta be put in the chair he seems to covet so much.
Another is the insipid media commentary on MP3, which makes me sick to my stomach, and naively sides up with the industry and artists without a clue. Maybe I oughtta start an awareness organisation for Artists Without A Clue (AWAC). Too fucking lame. Here I am: champion of mp3. Champion of a true fan community. Buying records. Downloading mp3s. Yesterday, I bought Loop Troop, Specials and yet another trojan ska box. I still feel that the industry FUCKING OWES mp3 as something that promotes good stuff and educates people in the grand world of music. I don't give a fuck what they think, but media is clueless followers of corporate B.S. Pardon my french, just this once. The criticism against sharing music with others is antidemocratic, ill-advised and a total waste of money. So there.
Wednesday, I went to go to see Zeke and Murder City Devils at Loppen, Copenhagen, Denmark. We drank a whole slew of beer, and after MCD, one of us came up with the not-so-brilliant idea to buy some (in that part of Copenhagen) legal grass. I just took two puffs and was on a slow boat to China within minutes. And it was no easy journey. I remembered why I haven't smoked pot in more than 3 years. Genetically altered super skunk from some insane dutchman's skunkworks isn't anyone's forte. 100 percent THC. Never again. Puked my guts out on the ferry back to Sweden and totally missed out on Zeke. What a loser's game! Just say no, kids. Henceforth, I sure as fuck will...
Yesterday, Frans gave me another CD of photos that he wants me to put up on his web page, and I'll do just that within a week or two. Meanwhile, you may scope out me and the Oman brothers (Cheb & Alexander, who are real brothers) wearing underwear, after the previously mentioned music video... I know we look like a bunch of queers at a sauna party, but I have to disappoint you and say that we are all full blooded heterosexuals. At a recent show in Helsinki, where that pic hung on a wall, the visitors thought that it was some kind of wild swingers party. Which it wasn't. Honest to god...
Today, I'll go to a triple 30 year birthday party. I'll go easy on the beer, promise. Copenhagen still addles my limbage.
Saturday, June 3, 2000, 04:01 p.m.
