There is the food. And the friends and family. And the drinking and football and day off from work and all that good shit. But Thanksgiving is really about the Last Waltz. There is little sweeter.

Bucket o' Buddy Rich:
In his prime.
Wanking, at top speeds.
Classic drum battle with Gene Krupa, one of Buddy's idols and influences.
Buddy and Animal battle on an episode of the Muppet Show. Every young punk has got to take a shot at the fastest gunslinger.
More showing off with the Muppets.
Buddy on one of his infamous rants. I assume this was also from backstage at the Muppet Show.

Choice Cuts:
Mr. Adre Williams with the Hot Club doing it just yesterday like it was 1950.
Johnny Cash and Carl Perkins in the studio.
T-Bone Walker crooning.
The Ink Spots worry. Probably about being dressed in fucking bellboy suits.
I don't know what this is but it feels so right.

This morning Paula Dean was hit in the face by a Ham.
While tossing around frozen turkeys and hogs collected at a holiday food-drive she was organizing, a misstep was made. Someone pitched a whole frozen ham through the air and it smashed her nose.
She seemed to take it in stride. I can only hope she has a Doc Brown-Issac Newton moment, the meat-concussion causing her swollen brain to produce the sort of strong-gripping hallucinations that clearly inspired the maniacal genius of the Lady's Brunch Burger.



"Ran head on into a hog...[I] have to be able to laugh, otherwise I'd be in a loony bin," she says.
This will not save you forever, Paula. We've all seen your show, watched you cackle deliriously the entire time you were on Iron Chef, throwing around sugar and meat and batter and bizarre southern anecdotes. Even the Asians were scared of you. It's just a matter of time before you just can't ever stop laughing, you crazy-brilliant woman.

“Only what we have lost forever do we possess forever. Only where there are are graves can there be resurrections. Only when we have drunk from the river of darkness can we truly see. Only when our legs have rotted off can we truly dance. As long as there is death, there is hope”
-Brother Theodore

"I feel as though we should move right into the religious material..."
Tom Waits does a little gospel tune

They turned the CERN particle-collider back on this week. I notice we are still here; no black hole chain reactions or gray-goo scenarios, or anything like that. However, this sort of speculation floating around in the highest theoretical circles that the universe might be bending back on itself to prevent our recreation, even in the most miniature, of early primal big-bang energy conditions is pretty interesting, if not alarming...

"Bech Nielsen of the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen and Masao Ninomiya of the Yukawa Institute for Theoretical Physics in Kyoto, Japan, have published several papers over the past year arguing that the CERN experiment may be the latest in a series of physics research projects whose purposes are so unacceptable to the universe that they are doomed to fail, subverted by the future."

That they have been pondering such things since before these first interferences is notable. That the undertaking of building a collider to find the Higgs-Boson has been harried by misfortune and error since it's inception is also remarkable, if only in retrospect.

"In 1993, the multibillion-dollar United States Superconducting Supercollider, which was designed to search for the Higgs, was abruptly canceled by Congress. In 2000, scientists at a previous CERN accelerator, LEP, said they were on the verge of discovering the particle when, again, funding dried up. And now there's the LHC. Originally scheduled to start operating in 2006, it has been hit with a series of delays and setbacks, including a sudden explosion between two magnets nine days after the accelerator was first turned on, the arrest of one of its contributing physicists on suspicion of terrorist activity and, most recently, the aerial bread bombardment from a bird...In a series of audacious papers, Nielsen and Ninomiya have suggested that setbacks to the LHC occur because of "reverse chronological causation," which is to say, sabotage from the future. The papers suggest that the Higgs boson may be "abhorrent to nature" and the LHC's creation of the Higgs sometime in the future sends ripples backward through time to scupper its own creation. Each time scientists are on the verge of capturing the Higgs, the theory holds, the future intercedes. The theory as to why the universe rejects the creation of Higgs bosons is based on complex mathematics, but, Nielsen tells TIME, "you could explain it [simply] by saying that God, in inverted commas, or nature, hates the Higgs and tries to avoid them."

Future Echoes? Coincidence? Human error? Or just the intellectual acrobatics these fellas will go to trying to make a preexisting model of the universe work rather than scrap it and admit total ignorance, especially considering what their own conclusions say about how Time itself works.

In case you haven't stumbled across or pieced all these horrible bits together yet, here they are; two hours of debunking every explanation of WWII you heard in a classroom. Narrated by Malcolm McDowell, no less.

Danish girl sings sticky sweet pop songs, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour.

(That is one damn serious tambourine player.)

"...I don't know how I came to sound like John Hartford. I think style is based on limitations and I do the very best I can with what little I've got and that's how it comes out. I never tried to manufacture anything, I just try to just sound as good as I can; I would say that my life in music has been a steady thing of trying to teach my hands and my feet and my mouth to reproduce the sounds I hear in my head."

John Hartford talks about the River and it's influence.

...and two of those "wordy" songs he wrote about steamboatin:
steamboat whistle blues, let him go on momma

"Well, they sure are killin this country, I know that.
My hometown, it's gone, I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school...
Hell, the only thing they build now is jailhouses..."

Goddamn. Ol Levon tells it like it is...
Pretty much sums it up.

I know Chuck Norris humor is two years stale, but the man is timeless. Actor, athlete, philosopher.
..."Won't bind your legs," but they may snap them off and then make love to your wife in front of you...

testing...testing...

So in the off chance I ever write anything I'd be willing to show to anyone I can't actually hand it to, I'm making this to put it and so direct them.
I now claim this space for the Secret Meat.