Friday, February 5, 2010

Increasingly belated skull blogging -- Analog Technology version

Rainer Maria Rilke, 1919:
What is it that repeatedly presents itself to my mind? It is this: The coronal suture of the skull (this would first have to be investigated) has–let us assume–a certain similarity to the closely wavy line which the needle of a phonograph engraves on the receiving, rotating cylinder of the apparatus. What if one changed the needle and directed it on its return journey along a tracing which was not derived from the graphic translation of a sound, but existed of itself naturally–well: to put it plainly, along the coronal suture, for example. What would happen?
It turns out that this DOES NOT WORK with a CD player. Also the people at the hardware shop reckon that I have voided the guarantee.
I hate digital technology.

23 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Put it in the DVD!
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zombie rotten mcdonald said...

to put it plainly, along the coronal suture, for example. What would happen?

I'mma betting it will sound like a Substance Death Metal band.

mikey said...

Y'know, frequently I'll just open my piehole and something bizarre will fall out, and people around me will recoil in shock and horror and look at me with wide eyes and a kind pitying loathing and demand to know "where I get such sick ideas".

Now, after reading the musings of some loony who thinks you can play a skull like an old Bad Company LP, I have come to understand them so much better...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Y'know, frequently I'll just open my piehole and something bizarre will fall out,

funny how we all find our way to THIS blog, ain'a?

Another Kiwi said...

That's a bannin'

Substance McGravitas said...

I'mma betting it will sound like a Substance Death Metal band.

I did try to play my fingerprints once and then the lines of my palms. Sounded like Napalm Death.

Smut Clyde said...

and something bizarre will fall out,

"So that's where that got to!

Another Kiwi said...

needle of a phonograph engraves on the receiving, rotating cylinder of the apparatus.

Those of us with non-rotating skulls will not make for good listening, I'm thinking

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I did try to play ... the lines of my palms. Sounded like Napalm Death.

well, all that hair would get in the way...

ckc (not kc) said...

varicose veins (vains)?

ckc (not kc) said...

(what do you expect, when your "haunting images focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety" and you're called Reindeer Maria)

Smut Clyde said...

the lines of my palms. Sounded like Napalm Death.
well, all that hair would get in the way...


The rubber surgical gloves probably don't help either.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

however, the skull makes a fine addition to a drum kit.


which is supported by capcha, which proposes a guitax

Smut Clyde said...

Like this?

ckc (not kc) said...

are the holy texts stored in a gcod-piece? (one can only hope)

M. Bouffant said...

You need a higher-wattage laser death cannon than they put in commercial CD players.

Surely the hardware shop can rig one up for you.

mikey said...

I'm thinking the guitax was made by the Tleilaxu and that explains Frank Hannon.

Dinner was a boneless pork chop, seasoned, floured and fried up in good California olive oil, some leftover basmati pilaf and broiled polenta with tomato basil sauce.

And an overly salty green salsad. Gaah.

Time for some tea, some brandy and that goddam bong..

tigris said...

I did try to play my fingerprints once and then the lines of my palms.

Good Lord, not with an LP needle, I hope. Fingerprints are digital.

Smut Clyde said...

Fingerprints are digital.
Base-16 for us Antipodeans. Extra fingers, thanks to the inbreeding.

ckc (not kc) said...

thanks, (grand)ma!

tigris said...

Polydactyl phalangists, eh? Extra toes, too? Is that why you people so hate feet?

mikey said...

You know, tigris makes a very good point. It's time for you antis to get over your vestigial feetism.

I know, calm down, it's like bad breath and visible boogers. Only your best friends will tellya.

And a bunch of the northern hemisphere really doesn't wanna hang out with you guys when you're all "feet this" and "smelly feet that". Just makes 'em uncomfortable and shit, y'know?

So look, it's the twenty first century, it's time to leave these old prejudices and hatreds behind, and embrace the feet, ok?

Another Kiwi said...

Cold dead toes, Mikey, cold dead toes.