Nardwuar
Posted on July 28th, 2004 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, output, web.
New stuff online
The Nardwuar Radio Show on which I appeared not too long ago has been put online and made available for your edification.
You can go to Nardwuar’s page and find it or click here.
Be warned, it’s 13 MB.
The show was really good to do. All interviews should be that fun.
-w.
stories
Posted on June 15th, 2004 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, web.
I’ve been neglectful - so here are some stories to read.
And Then There Were None is a great story by Eric Frank Russell. It’s hard to read on this page but worth the eyestrain.
Shipbreaker is so good. Farther out there than you singularity dreamness.
A Study in Emeraldelementary my dear Nyarlathotep.
-w.
sky eye
Posted on December 9th, 2003 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, images, web.
The Vancouver Area is a flat spot in a gnarly tangle of mountains.
Mt. Fuji and Tokyo are perhaps more glaring.
And then there’s Newark.
cbc 3
Posted on November 21st, 2003 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, web.
“I’ll battle you anytime!” screams Passerby
Today I left work early and got to business.
I got to the CBC building a little early for my meeting with Jeremy and Lisa from CBC Radio 3. I assume they were still celebrating the 1 year anniversary of Radio 3 with barley, dough and cheese. Still, after a tour around the causeway and forlorn garden, they were there when I got back.
Jeremy was taller than I expected. He was wearing a cool wicker hat [probably to protect his memories, which I told him I wanted to steal after he told me he’d seen Test Dept. with the Striking Welsh Miners Choir when he was 16].
At the Radio 3 nerve centre we met up with Haig and Lisa. A chase then ensued through the seedier areas of the city. We passed bicycling juveniles with crack pipes. We passed derelict buildings. We passed Chinese ladies, hipsters and numerous prostitutes hitching rides. Haig followed doggedly all the while, even after we were turned back by the port authority and had to forego our glorious dreams of chemical storage tanks and massive ventilation chambers.
More circuitous rambling brought us to a parked chamical-tank rail car out back of the paint factory by the city pound.
After having a little chat with a fellow in a deisel truck who was in radio contact with a woman in the factory we were left alone. Except for passic traffic, trains and some skateboarding hecklers.
It was cool - I got to wear a lapel mic. We listened to ‘Iron Man’.
The thing airs in December.
Wait for it…
-w.