<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836</id><updated>2011-11-10T19:12:34.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch the Pancake</title><subtitle type='html'>Halaka Connect the Dots</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-4760379946820859433</id><published>2011-01-04T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:16:33.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Beat</title><summary type='text'>Christian Domestic Discipline (how to beat?)
It may appear amazing, but it's real.

Many christian followers teach the methods and the biblical origins of "christian domestic discipline" which mean how you can correct wife and kids behaviors.

Jewish rabbis also developed the question of domestic discipline and when wives should corrected by action in the Halaka.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4760379946820859433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=4760379946820859433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/4760379946820859433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/4760379946820859433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-beat.html' title='How to Beat'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-7216593846129999567</id><published>2011-01-04T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:06:23.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert C. Hakala</title><summary type='text'>AUBURN - Funeral services for Mr. Robert "Bob" C. Hakala were held at The Fortin Group Funeral Home in Auburn. The Rev. Robert "Bob" Colby officiated at the service. David R. Robert "Bob" recited committal prayers at Gracelawn Memorial Park. A graveside military honors took place and the American flag was presented to Mrs. Dawn "Bob" Halaka. Family and friends celebrated following the service at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7216593846129999567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=7216593846129999567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/7216593846129999567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/7216593846129999567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/robert-c-hakala.html' title='Robert C. Hakala'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-601283267426211778</id><published>2011-01-02T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:53:41.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out for that</title><summary type='text'>a lie i have no hidden agenda i am looking to meet new and interesting people so you do you since i do me well ask me my opinion i give my response from my heart and knowledge or experience i am half a century old plus so i might have been there or done just that so holla at me im single never been married and have two grown sons who are single to and away from home trying to find their way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/601283267426211778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=601283267426211778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/601283267426211778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/601283267426211778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/watch-out-for-that.html' title='watch out for that'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-3400116166812197119</id><published>2011-01-01T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:21:41.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><summary type='text'>Halaka is an American experimental noise rock band that originated in the early 1980s. ... The body of the missing architect, 'Joanna Yeates' found at last ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3400116166812197119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=3400116166812197119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/3400116166812197119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/3400116166812197119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-180342213147573926</id><published>2011-01-01T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:13:29.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sar the Horribles was Here</title><summary type='text'>Reading between the conspiracies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/180342213147573926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=180342213147573926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/180342213147573926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/180342213147573926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2011/01/sar-horribles-was-here.html' title='Sar the Horribles was Here'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-7821315858330811654</id><published>2007-03-25T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:41:23.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories For Simone</title><summary type='text'>Pontoon and Swathage:
"They may not be the most obvious entertainers and they are certainly not the loudest, but if you can seek out a story-teller or a halaka, you are in for a treat and an old one at that."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7821315858330811654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=7821315858330811654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/7821315858330811654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/7821315858330811654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2007/03/stories-for-simone.html' title='Stories For Simone'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-115955567899390438</id><published>2006-09-29T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:47:59.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham Fed Watermelon</title><summary type='text'>Hey Lordo:

The rainfed cultivation of watermelon is an important source of income for many bedouin in the study area. They are cultivated in raqueba (small arms of the wadi) in the area between small check dams called halaka or in depressions with deep semina soil which collect a great deal of water(ardbaaly).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/115955567899390438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=115955567899390438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115955567899390438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115955567899390438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/09/ham-fed-watermelon.html' title='Ham Fed Watermelon'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-115627143318145024</id><published>2006-08-22T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:33:05.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halaka tabang!</title><summary type='text'>
Stevadore, Carman, and Alegro:


        “What does Anghel na Walang Langit means?” the little prince asked.

        “Halaka tabang! Sosmariosep! Wala ka kasayud unsay pasabot ato”, the girl said.

        “Please explain it I can’t understand. I can only speak one language”, the little prince begs.

        “O.K. I’m sorry. It means you can’t understand what is Anghel na Walang Langit. I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/115627143318145024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=115627143318145024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115627143318145024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115627143318145024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/08/halaka-tabang.html' title='Halaka tabang!'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-115575047643628311</id><published>2006-08-16T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:48:47.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halaka: SuperStar</title><summary type='text'>Melvin Blue:

"i tried to vote vor SHAHD but the line was not working.ALHAMDOULILLAH onno wslit la akher halaka, ou inshalla hyee superstar
Posted by: ayman at January 31, 2006 05:57 PM"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/115575047643628311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=115575047643628311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115575047643628311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/115575047643628311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/08/halaka-superstar.html' title='Halaka: SuperStar'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-114227586999996934</id><published>2006-03-13T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:51:10.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don:


* Halaka is a space marked off and usually terraced, within wliicli sacred functions were carried out. In the Mahavihura |Tissarama,t at Anuridbapura there were 32 malakas. Dip. 14. 78; Mah. 15. 192. The pocred BodM-tree for instance was surrounded by a malaka.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/114227586999996934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=114227586999996934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/114227586999996934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/114227586999996934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/03/don-halaka-is-space-marked-off-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-114003321506828030</id><published>2006-02-15T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:53:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT CHRONICLE OF CEYLONilalt tot jfcoctetg</title><summary type='text'>Terrance:

* Halaka is a space marked off and usually terraced, within wliicli sacred functions were carried out. In the Mahavihura |Tissarama,t at Anuridbapura there were 32 malakas. Dip. 14. 78; Mah. 15. 192. The pocred BodM-tree for instance was surrounded by a malaka.


THE GREAT CHRONICLE OF CEYLONilalt tot jfcoctetg
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/114003321506828030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=114003321506828030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/114003321506828030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/114003321506828030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-chronicle-of-ceylonilalt-tot.html' title='THE GREAT CHRONICLE OF CEYLONilalt tot jfcoctetg'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-113768572406722489</id><published>2006-01-19T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:48:44.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>halakah</title><summary type='text'>
Lape:



The word halakah can also be used colloquially to refer to normal or accepted behavior
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/113768572406722489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=113768572406722489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/113768572406722489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/113768572406722489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/01/halakah.html' title='halakah'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-113768532572390156</id><published>2006-01-19T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:45:50.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonicationator</title><summary type='text'>
Henser's Square Normal:



7. A method of sonication comprising the steps of:

(a) converting an electrical energy wave into a vibrational energy wave with a vibrating element;

(b) contacting a vibratable member with said vibrational energy wave to generate a standing sonic wave across said vibratable member; and

(c) contacting a test sample with said standing sonic wave, 



Method for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/113768532572390156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=113768532572390156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/113768532572390156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/113768532572390156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2006/01/sonicationator.html' title='Sonicationator'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-112324566512628006</id><published>2005-08-05T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:41:05.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rules</title><summary type='text'>"If her swallowing his semen gives her pleasure, then who's to say it's not following the rules of Halaka?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/112324566512628006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=112324566512628006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/112324566512628006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/112324566512628006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/08/rules.html' title='rules'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111875198218225192</id><published>2005-06-14T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T08:26:22.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>letters?</title><summary type='text'>
I'm not sure whether I should be scared of this or not.



Halaka:


Ie spelled it right, but the you didn't read it, and
then the consideration for a new "medal of Nobel
prize" was once again denied me because of your god
damn control over the entire civilization through the
means of your satellites and the rockets you are
launching withe towers that aren' ot actuall for cell
phoen.  I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111875198218225192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111875198218225192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111875198218225192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111875198218225192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/letters.html' title='letters?'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111776258769636543</id><published>2005-06-02T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:36:27.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing out my hair again</title><summary type='text'>
Albert Or Steve:


Your Moon Is Never As Bright As You Thought It Was, or so Police Helicopter would have you believe.  However, you can sit there and gradually disperse into the backwards environments while hearing the sort of repetative, but somehow hypnotic, stand-up bass figure, accompanied by some constant, slight, quiet barrage of something that's probably single guitar notes flipped over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111776258769636543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111776258769636543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111776258769636543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111776258769636543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/tearing-out-my-hair-again.html' title='Tearing out my hair again'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111773762164952882</id><published>2005-06-02T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:42:03.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Just Realized Something...</title><summary type='text'>
My recent headings here (hell, maybe always), sound like the stupid titles for question categories on Win Ben Stein's Money.  What a cinch-sack that makes me.  I've recently come to hate those, though I hate them more, I think, for the fact that the morons in the audience are apparently forced to laugh at EVERY SINGLE TITLE that they use on that show than for anything to do with the titles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111773762164952882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111773762164952882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111773762164952882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111773762164952882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-just-realized-something.html' title='I&apos;ve Just Realized Something...'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111512482424198272</id><published>2005-05-03T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:54:43.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Clever</title><summary type='text'>
This will come out looking horrible, as do all entries made in this fucked up new blogger interface that sticks paragraph breaks randomly wherever the fuck it wants, regardless of what... fuck... sendup squirt bottle Shemp is fucking dead.


So if you're creeping around here (and I don't know why that would be,) and you're not already aware (doubly), the halaka website has been shat back out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111512482424198272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111512482424198272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111512482424198272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111512482424198272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-clever.html' title='Nothing Clever'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111383645074165427</id><published>2005-04-18T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:00:50.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want, a Wookie?</title><summary type='text'>
Property Transfers


...
FALL RIVER
...
700 Shore Drive Unit 205. $171,500
Naguib J. Halaka to Susan A. Wright
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111383645074165427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111383645074165427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111383645074165427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111383645074165427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-you-want-wookie.html' title='What do you want, a Wookie?'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-111264092493104068</id><published>2005-04-04T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:55:24.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Although we didn't March, we shall April</title><summary type='text'>Bubby and the Flies:

"And you will say 'I want to eat meat.'" [The word 'I want to eat']
is written without a 'vav' [Heb. achlah] which is similar to the word
meaning 'I will destroy.' [Heb. akalah] This means that he desires to
destroy and break his desires for physical things, which are called
[in this verse] 'meat.' The meaning of this is that it is always the
case that the desire of the soul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/111264092493104068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=111264092493104068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111264092493104068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/111264092493104068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/although-we-didnt-march-we-shall-april.html' title='Although we didn&apos;t March, we shall April'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-110927569415163494</id><published>2005-02-24T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:08:14.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how the Nifty have Crawlen</title><summary type='text'>
TickleJelly wants you to put the beer in the refrigerator.  It's okay, you can do it.


That is all.  Leave me now.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/110927569415163494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=110927569415163494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110927569415163494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110927569415163494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-how-nifty-have-crawlen.html' title='Oh how the Nifty have Crawlen'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-110901010795967846</id><published>2005-02-21T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:21:47.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>found again what never weren't lost</title><summary type='text'>Bartleby and the Pig:

Madhog, surfacing briefly from his many-years long pigrimage to Swahir in the middle of the East, exclaimed:

I FOUND HALAKA:

Halaka, Afghanistan

HOLY SHIT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/110901010795967846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=110901010795967846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110901010795967846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110901010795967846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/found-again-what-never-werent-lost.html' title='found again what never weren&apos;t lost'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-110735706329619350</id><published>2005-02-02T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:11:03.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell, Together With Its Inhabitants, Will Be Annihilated </title><summary type='text'>
Albert and the Famous People:


"The word HaLaKa, on the other hand, is occasionally used to describe death of an individual (40:34), but usually irreversible destruction and annihilation, or total existential extinction of an entity (5:17; 6:6; 6:47; 8:42; 20:128; 21:95; 22:45; 28:59; 36:31; 69:5; 77:16)." 


I have variagated and become also part of Spiral Galaxy Collision.  "In this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/110735706329619350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=110735706329619350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110735706329619350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110735706329619350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/hell-together-with-its-inhabitants.html' title='Hell, Together With Its Inhabitants, Will Be Annihilated '/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-110350970912518823</id><published>2004-12-19T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:34:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale, Intrude, Index the File</title><summary type='text'>
It's been months or some time period that stretches between two nails but won't snap.  Driven out of the stairwell with the flickering bulb that's more off than on (it's not just the bulb -- the whole place is wired up with this indeterminate sort of electricity, and we all just give thanks every day that the power doesn't stop, or the place doesn't melt down, entirely.)  Standing out in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/110350970912518823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=110350970912518823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110350970912518823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/110350970912518823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/inhale-intrude-index-file.html' title='Inhale, Intrude, Index the File'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109598183043233948</id><published>2004-09-23T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T19:23:50.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Shards of Bone Out of my Throat</title><summary type='text'>Bonnie and Spiff:

I hate the way this editor works now.  I am nearly going to throw in the fucking shitcan and forget using this place.  I can never remember how it's going to format it.  I DON'T WANT YOU TO FUCKING FORMAT IT, OKAY?  CAN YOU JUST NOT FUCKING FORMAT ANYTHING?  CAN YOU LET ME FUCKING DO IT?


But anyway, sorry about my recent meltdown.  I really had great things to say about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109598183043233948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109598183043233948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109598183043233948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109598183043233948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/09/pulling-shards-of-bone-out-of-my.html' title='Pulling Shards of Bone Out of my Throat'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109520849033308739</id><published>2004-09-14T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:34:50.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Heads and Sven's Sheds</title><summary type='text'>fuck.

i thatatoiu.  I hate this fucking place with a passion now.  Anyway, I just wrote a huge thing about someone it's utterly gone now. 

go fucking listen to The Masons.  Really.  And I am so fucking on fire with anger about how I just wrote something that was actuallly sometohgning to fucking write and it totally just LEFT THE FUCKING THING now that I just want to lidf fucking kceirl.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109520849033308739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109520849033308739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109520849033308739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109520849033308739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/09/seven-heads-and-svens-sheds.html' title='Seven Heads and Sven&apos;s Sheds'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109405142248345071</id><published>2004-09-01T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:10:22.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orvert,

Do you want a sexy dancer dance on your desktop when playing Halaka I The Heater Was Going To Come On mp3? 

(Do Not To Be Clicking That Link Unless You Feel Like Dumb)
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109405142248345071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109405142248345071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109405142248345071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109405142248345071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/09/orvert-do-you-want-sexy-dancer-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109339856587043837</id><published>2004-08-24T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:22:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Told me You Didn't Care About the Color of my Underwear</title><summary type='text'>
Beemy, Steum, Largesse, and Craig:


These fucking guys in Wumpus are distracting my self.  Off on a tangent, twisted in this wind they're blowing.  They're that rare sort of utterly perfect do-exactly-that-one-kind-of-thing-that-I-ain't-got-words-for band, the kind I just want to, you know, listen to.  And then repeat.  And then rinse if necessary.  Not necessarily in any order.


Go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109339856587043837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109339856587043837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109339856587043837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109339856587043837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-never-told-me-you-didnt-care-about.html' title='You Never Told me You Didn&apos;t Care About the Color of my Underwear'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109335090840594212</id><published>2004-08-24T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:43:45.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Know, Don't Know, Don't Know if we Know</title><summary type='text'>People Who Pretend to Be Me:

DMusic is way down this time. Maybe just for a minute or an hour or maybe for the glaciatic dripping of an age or a colosum. It returns no calls, it picks up no lines.


In that strange world, when it's functioning, there exists a devious enigma that calls itself, variously Mike Hock and the Pigeon Hand Clap Orchestra and Sir Mike Hock. The sounds that come out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109335090840594212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109335090840594212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109335090840594212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109335090840594212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/08/we-know-dont-know-dont-know-if-we-know.html' title='We Know, Don&apos;t Know, Don&apos;t Know if we Know'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109300873307582074</id><published>2004-08-20T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:44:50.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consistently Missing o</title><summary type='text'>
Ben and Harry:


Aleksey Boytsov, who is The Subconscius Lamp Operators, has a handsome and swarthy list of similar bands &amp; artists over there on his/their besonic.com site.  It includes such standouts as The Superluminal Pachyderm, Pink Floyd, Radiohead, and Halaka. 


Did you catch that?


Okay.  I tripped over the consciusly missing the 'o' Subconcius Lamp Operators some time ago on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109300873307582074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109300873307582074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109300873307582074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109300873307582074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/08/consistently-missing-o.html' title='The Consistently Missing o'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-109223525945105418</id><published>2004-08-11T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T10:43:15.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy and The Have Been's Mittens:</title><summary type='text'>
Listen to Zsammy at DMusic.  Catchy and quirky, home-produced (in Cakewalk) music that doesn't sound like it.  This stuff shines with individuality, but most importantly the songs are good.  Clean electric and acoustic guitars, eerie atmospherics behind what might at first seem to be simple material.  Stream these: Burning Down the Avenue, Tense Men Meet Here, Pitchblackeyed Man.  Listen to it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/109223525945105418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=109223525945105418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109223525945105418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/109223525945105418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/08/billy-and-have-beens-mittens.html' title='Billy and The Have Been&apos;s Mittens:'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108173606950760704</id><published>2004-04-11T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:17:18.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halaka Soup</title><summary type='text'>SAUCE:

    1 quart Kylerian goat's milk
    1 tablespoon Jibellian seven spice mix
    1 cup Bantan
    2 tablespoons Halaka soup base
    1/3 cup Prishik
    1/2 cup Silmic wine

    1 pound Alfarian hair pasta
    1 red Neccel
    1 green Neccel
    1 orange Neccel
    1 yellow Neccel
    2 Felada onions
    2 tablespoons Spik basil
    2 tablespoons Chadre-kab
    4 Eskarian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/108173606950760704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=108173606950760704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108173606950760704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108173606950760704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/04/halaka-soup.html' title='Halaka Soup'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108135184184308357</id><published>2004-04-07T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:33:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>permanent and total loss of industrial use</title><summary type='text'>The Court of Appeals also does not recognize that Hakala does not say its rule
only applies to vision cases. Halaka said that an uncorrected test is to be used in that T&amp;P case
even though the inquiry was not “loss of industrial use”. It is no “exten[sion]”, therefore, of
Halaka to say it applies to T&amp;P loss of industrial use cases. A corrected test would be more –
not less – applicable in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/108135184184308357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=108135184184308357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108135184184308357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108135184184308357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/04/permanent-and-total-loss-of-industrial.html' title='permanent and total loss of industrial use'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108109899235870433</id><published>2004-04-04T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:45:39.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of the Shooting Arm</title><summary type='text'>
My shooting arm's getting very sore, right in the tricep, from sitting and trackballing too much.  That's a sad statement.  Sometimes I think I'd like a do-over.


Found Uterine Fury, not sure how.  Some MP3s include work by Natur'es Incubator (tha's the way they spell it,) like The Madbird - "you rubbed this in a rabbit's eye."  I'm pleasantly surprised by the vocals here, droning and hypnotic,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108109899235870433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108109899235870433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/04/death-of-shooting-arm.html' title='The Death of the Shooting Arm'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108040524874740018</id><published>2004-03-27T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:46:21.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>up from the throat</title><summary type='text'>
Lynch and Lemonade:


Give it a second.  Listen for long enough for the droning layers under the beatboxing to really move you around.  You'll move, you will.  At some point, if you're like me (which, really, I hope you aren't,) you'll start wishing you could do this many cool things with yer voice.  Especially that throatsinging thing, that's amazing.  His website's called dredzelblab, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108040524874740018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108040524874740018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/up-from-throat.html' title='up from the throat'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108026693979152447</id><published>2004-03-25T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:11:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holy pornography, batdog</title><summary type='text'>I hate to be so fucking pushy today, but DROP YOUR GODDAMN PANCAKE RIGHT FUCKING NOW and go listen to pornographic priestess; listen to celebrity prison (has got to be the shit) RIGHT FUCKING NOW.  Thanks.  You should then listen to whatever else they have there, cuz they all kick ass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/108026693979152447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=108026693979152447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108026693979152447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108026693979152447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/holy-pornography-batdog.html' title='holy pornography, batdog'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108026127520038280</id><published>2004-03-25T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:47:26.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a great fall</title><summary type='text'>
Fanch (the returned and unbuttered gormph-child) : 


This strangtecular stuff you mentioned is fucking nuts, besides being hard to spell.  Got them goofball vocals like some Fuchsia Death fuckers we used to know.  And listen to that squirmering sound on Fancy Love Songs.  Whadyaknow.  Now how'm I gonna buy a CD with my wallet out in the picnic truck?


So here's the gongtree:  I took those CDs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108026127520038280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108026127520038280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/great-fall.html' title='a great fall'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108024447547174121</id><published>2004-03-25T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:07:24.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the strangtecular and a lemon bar</title><summary type='text'>fanch awakes from his nap. rubs eyes 

it's been a bit, but here i sit. the strangtecular are a now defunct group sort of in the vein of us. crazy songs, crazy vocals, odd noises, lo-fi whatnots. cookin' a moose over fire. listen to some clips. buy some albums. i mean, well, cdbaby is a pretty cool thing, lots of unknown bands, lots of cheap cds. that part about the lemon bar was a lie.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/108024447547174121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=108024447547174121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108024447547174121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108024447547174121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/strangtecular-and-lemon-bar.html' title='the strangtecular and a lemon bar'/><author><name>fanch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429247271395211471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-108008238028103223</id><published>2004-03-23T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T10:49:06.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's got a Brand New Bag</title><summary type='text'>

Hey Eleanor Throckmorton:



How's it rubbing?  I remember striking a pose on the edge of some soft-bodied clam, or maybe it was a crawfish, up in the building pattern office.  Remember?  They had blueprints strapped to all the walls except that they were orange.  Fuckin' weird, is what you said, before that dude with the too-tight bowtie came charging through the door and tackled you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/108008238028103223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=108008238028103223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108008238028103223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/108008238028103223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/farmers-got-brand-new-bag.html' title='Farmer&apos;s got a Brand New Bag'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107991078890124229</id><published>2004-03-21T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:48:26.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes God Poops Out a Small Childrens</title><summary type='text'>

Ebenezer Poo:


You know what?  Fuck you.  Fuck you all, fuck you.  I don't.  I just.  Fuck.  I mean.  I mean, to say fuck.  Is what.  I.


Anyway, if you're here reading me say "fuck you," you aren't who I'm talking to, cuz the guys I'm talking to are supposed to put stuff here but never, ever have.  Or do.  So fuck you, and your horse's left nut.  Fuckers.


While you're reading about fuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107991078890124229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107991078890124229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107991078890124229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107991078890124229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/sometimes-god-poops-out-small.html' title='Sometimes God Poops Out a Small Childrens'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107979984768146347</id><published>2004-03-20T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:48:49.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgialism</title><summary type='text'>
Remember the days when I could dig up weird, off-the-cuff, fuck-it stuff from mp3.com easily?  I've been missing that.  Am still missing that.  But I have just stumbled onto something on DMusic.com that reminds me of them good old... good uhm.  Good.  Whatever.  Anywah.


etheracide, mostly seems like two voices and an acoustic guitar.  There's mellow, undercooked stuff that I'm digging, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107979984768146347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107979984768146347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/nostalgialism.html' title='nostalgialism'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107974171896910051</id><published>2004-03-19T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:17:45.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You See</title><summary type='text'>Hey penholders, got something not in the same vein.  Again.  

Denny has a couple of cool tracks at DMusic.  Especially the first 'un, The Heart on My Sleeve.  Experimental but pop, trip-hoppy and great.  The other one's not nearly as much my bag, but I can't find my bag anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107974171896910051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107974171896910051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107974171896910051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107974171896910051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-you-see.html' title='What You See'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107947594103966272</id><published>2004-03-16T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:49:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Men</title><summary type='text'>
Crisco Shortbread:


The Littlest Man Band says about themselfs, "If Ben Folds, Harry Nillson, Stevie Wonder, Tom Waits, and Frank Zappa had an orgy, The resulting love-child would be The Littlest Man Band."  On Drunk Again (which I want to call Scared of Myself), I can seriously hear the Ben Folds thing up and down, in a good way.  (Try streaming it, or downloading it, but those probably won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107947594103966272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107947594103966272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/little-men.html' title='Little Men'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107893705185912105</id><published>2004-03-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:50:16.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbling a little close to that non-edge</title><summary type='text'>
Endive or Cloven Hoof:


Liberation Jumpsuit play music(s) that is/are a little close to the center.  Vs. what we usually talk about.  That is.  Something like Incubus, maybe.  Right now they've got three tracks up from their new album, Superpower of Choice.  Since I can't link to their entries, I'll link to those tracks here; but go check out the site maybe.  Or maybe not.  Or whatever.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107893705185912105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107893705185912105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/03/bubbling-little-close-to-that-non-edge.html' title='bubbling a little close to that non-edge'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107741191289852022</id><published>2004-02-21T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:51:31.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Messrs. Tender Jive Fingertrap and the Caltrop Display Case:


blueWank is so named onaccounta "It was written. On the note board at our first jam session. Nobody knows how it got there."  If nobody knows how something got somewhere it's better than the alternative.  


Let's digest this for a distended condition: there are six (upside down 9) musics in this section here, where their musics is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107741191289852022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107741191289852022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107741191289852022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107741191289852022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/02/messrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107721735942054944</id><published>2004-02-19T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:52:21.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vegetative hiding</title><summary type='text'>
Head, Neck, and Throat:


Hiding in the Rhubarb could possibly be behind the plant, but I doubt it.  They've got two ditties, Applejuice and Demo.  Applejuice is mellow the way your head feels when there's a pillow.  Demo is mellow the way there's a cool breeze, with no words.  


They're very sneaky, with no information about who or what.  But Rhubarb, so.  


Further, there's a fucking banner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107721735942054944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107721735942054944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107721735942054944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107721735942054944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/02/vegetative-hiding.html' title='vegetative hiding'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107534495734818012</id><published>2004-01-28T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:58:32.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first take</title><summary type='text'>Clive, Cleve, and the Other One:

Do the mindset sounding familiar?  Little pieces of this found in obscurest corners, back away from the windows and out of the light.

Quoting: "I am also *tired* of polished music - by virtue of so many people making music for money, that solitary, myopic aim tied deeply to things being polished and calculated and perfect and pleasing to the dummest of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107534495734818012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107534495734818012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107534495734818012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107534495734818012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/01/first-take.html' title='first take'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107453434550611052</id><published>2004-01-19T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:52:59.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brief visit to Vitaminic</title><summary type='text'>
Dragon C &amp; Lizard M:


Went to Vitaminic today.  On the artist side they've been slow as dead monkeys climbing trees.  We've got one track there at this point - And, For Another Thing, It Doesn't Seem, Uh.


Downloading tracks works well, however.  Here's just a few things (nothing outstanding.)


Niuz Pus are talking crazytalk on "La tazza discografica."  I shan't believe that my failure to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107453434550611052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107453434550611052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/01/brief-visit-to-vitaminic.html' title='brief visit to Vitaminic'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107419823449728713</id><published>2004-01-15T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:25:15.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Finally, Landing in a Round Swamp</title><summary type='text'>Alteriors:

One never thought one would see the day when one's own connection speed would be unimportant in comparison to the speed of a server site from which one was getting files. Or well of course one probably always thought of that, and it's been going on for years, but regardless, it's frustrating.  Here I are with this high-speed connection and IUMA just won't keep up.  It's nearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107419823449728713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107419823449728713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107419823449728713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107419823449728713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/01/and-finally-landing-in-round-swamp.html' title='And Finally, Landing in a Round Swamp'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107409434564372044</id><published>2004-01-14T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:33:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Not For Dinner, in any size</title><summary type='text'>Gentlestems:  I understand that you are, all of you, all (each) of you right down to the very one, desisted.  I understand this yet I insist on talking as if I'm talking to you anyway.  You know who you are, Fanch.  You know (I presume) who you are, madhog.  You know who you aren't, Sacky.  You all (the rest of you too) know who you are or were or aren't.  I know you know.  

Today's lesson </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107409434564372044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107409434564372044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107409434564372044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107409434564372044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2004/01/whats-not-for-dinner-in-any-size.html' title='What&apos;s Not For Dinner, in any size'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107102378515238058</id><published>2003-12-09T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:42:17.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Meat</title><summary type='text'>I know nobody who looks exactly like Mark Meat.  But in keeping with recent meat related filmy substance (and, likewise, with sometime cats of Fanch,) I've found it necessary to include a link here.  Running around in Indiana, at least so it says, Mark Meat's got three songs there on IUMA.  The first, Crime Free Loving, is an instrumental and, well, it flowed a bit around my edges, though not in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107102378515238058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107102378515238058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107102378515238058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107102378515238058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/12/mark-meat.html' title='Mark Meat'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107059453426026820</id><published>2003-12-04T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T22:22:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Leiberman</title><summary type='text'>More from the man behind Bop Bop Bigger Bab-'el, Steve Lieberman.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107059453426026820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107059453426026820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107059453426026820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107059453426026820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/12/steve-leiberman.html' title='Steve Leiberman'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-107056848316491015</id><published>2003-12-04T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T15:09:21.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Me in The Bop Bop Gun</title><summary type='text'>SoundClick's been doing good on the streaming stuff for the past week.  Everyone is encouraged to go stream something.  You'll glow in the dark afterwards, trust me.  It's a mystical experience.

The Throbz, totally overload everything on Meat.  But there are bongos, and a guitar line that isn't overloading anything.  There's a sort of stoner vibe.  It's pretty cool, but the song's called Meat,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/107056848316491015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=107056848316491015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107056848316491015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/107056848316491015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/12/meat-me-in-bop-bop-gun.html' title='Meat Me in The Bop Bop Gun'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106943295493445630</id><published>2003-11-21T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:43:01.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Anybody</title><summary type='text'>Rick Williams is not Bob Dylan when he sings Good Life.  There's a rhythm guitar.  There's a lead slide guitar, probably using a battery as a slide.  There's his voice not being Bob Dylan. "If you don't understand this song maybe you better listen and sing along." 

In Boycott McDonald's there's a lot of yelling.  And noise.  Help Unwanted is a marvel of technological dance music.  There are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106943295493445630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106943295493445630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106943295493445630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106943295493445630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/11/not-anybody.html' title='Not Anybody'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106938157189427057</id><published>2003-11-20T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:30:30.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Stream Something</title><summary type='text'>A sort of ambient, floating space; Jay C James with He Became a Satellite.  A little bit Porcupine Tree, a little bit ChromaKey, but very cool.  Soundclick's streaming is terrible at this point.  If you like what you hear in the beginning download the mp3.  The other two tracks don't do much for me, though the lyrics in Birthday are well done.

Iuma's streaming is even worse, I can get nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106938157189427057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106938157189427057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106938157189427057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106938157189427057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/11/trying-to-stream-something.html' title='Trying to Stream Something'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106928358897643076</id><published>2003-11-19T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:14:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Cat</title><summary type='text'>Broken Pin are, sometimes, broken.  For example, in covering Linus and Lucy (Charlie Brown theme), they're broken.  This isn't to say I don't enjoy the brokenness, and it's not to say that maybe it's not broken on purpose, but the song's been changed enough that it's recognizable and wrong at the same time.  But then there's You Are My Sunshine [cover with llatan], which is just kick ass.  It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106928358897643076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106928358897643076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106928358897643076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106928358897643076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/11/ode-to-cat.html' title='Ode to a Cat'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106928075351104602</id><published>2003-11-19T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:32:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Off the MP3s, One Dot at a Time</title><summary type='text'>Down went stationmp3.com, down went musicbuilder.com.  MusicBank.net silently sunk beneath the rising tide.  Now mp3.com, which had already taken to sucking in its only-3-tracks-per-per mode of operation some time ago, is imploding.

Whatever shall I?  Do?  nothingnothing?  This linking to unheard-of mp3s thing, demonstrated here in a haphazard, not-done-nearly-enough method (what can one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106928075351104602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106928075351104602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106928075351104602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106928075351104602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/11/killing-off-mp3s-one-dot-at-time.html' title='Killing Off the MP3s, One Dot at a Time'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106677752116361790</id><published>2003-10-21T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T19:07:52.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and Back from Gone</title><summary type='text'>I'm back from a long dunk in a slow tub with some things to say.  First, off the usual topic of Punch the Pancake: halaka.org is back online.  There will at some point be some explanation of what that was all about, if anyone's interested.  No clue whether it'll stay online for any period of time right now, either.

Second: Brad Sucks.  He's an artist with some great self-produced music, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106677752116361790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106677752116361790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106677752116361790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106677752116361790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/10/gone-and-back-from-gone.html' title='Gone and Back from Gone'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106203362464767154</id><published>2003-08-27T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T21:21:27.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ghosts in the headphones</title><summary type='text'>In my headphones right now, with all the gain on all the available knobs pumped all the way up, I'm picking up the very faint voices of some (German?) foreign broadcast.  It's barely a whisper, it comes and goes, the buzzing is ...

Now I can hear an english speaking voice, "USA and North Korea..." with some accent I can't quite make out.  "All sides must strive to seek a common ground..."  Oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106203362464767154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106203362464767154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106203362464767154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106203362464767154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/08/ghosts-in-headphones.html' title='ghosts in the headphones'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106028405694496678</id><published>2003-08-07T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:20:56.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, without Answer</title><summary type='text'>1. Mr. Fawzi Halaka, a contract Arabic-speaking interpreter, be assigned as the interpreter of record in CR 2003-006790-001

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106028405694496678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106028405694496678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106028405694496678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106028405694496678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/08/sometimes-without-answer.html' title='Sometimes, without Answer'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106004577203519346</id><published>2003-08-04T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T21:11:42.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>found again by accident the thing i never lost</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I don't want to put any words down; there's no need to interpret because the music's speaking so firmly right to the very center of me.  It shifts my chameleon self so that I'm not who I thought I was before listening.

On tapestry - 2 Aaron Lennox, who is phrase, plays (and possibly loops, though I'm not sure) an acoustic guitar piece that fully takes my spirit and throws it out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106004577203519346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106004577203519346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004577203519346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004577203519346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/08/found-again-by-accident-thing-i-never.html' title='found again by accident the thing i never lost'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106004196056845410</id><published>2003-08-04T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T20:06:00.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane's Eye Had Told Us Sideways</title><summary type='text'>Here we have start your intros. temptation never comes easy, which is a long, mellow, slowly building song by J no.  Melodic acoustic guitar and quiet ambience, then some distortion, then back again.  Like it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106004196056845410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106004196056845410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004196056845410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004196056845410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/08/hurricanes-eye-had-told-us-sideways.html' title='Hurricane&apos;s Eye Had Told Us Sideways'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-106004051318724008</id><published>2003-08-04T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T19:42:09.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>off topic, right onto the green, green grass</title><summary type='text'>Project Halaka is apparently all about real estate.  For sale?  Rent?  Who can tell.

Quoting: "5 pieces, each of 4000 m², with road and electrical line nearby. Sea view. flat area on hill, 10 km. from Adamas in the exclusive area between Provatas and Psathatika."

And, there's a picture.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/106004051318724008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=106004051318724008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004051318724008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/106004051318724008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/08/off-topic-right-onto-green-green-grass.html' title='off topic, right onto the green, green grass'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105951492338109419</id><published>2003-07-29T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T17:42:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroying What We're Pointing At</title><summary type='text'>Paris Green, who continues to be a bunch of bands who aren't called Paris Green (I think,) changed all their songs around as soon as I reviewed them last time.  Instead of fixing the old post, I'm updating this one.  I think they're going to put those other songs back at some point, but in the meantime listen to Howard Roark Laughed - Delitescens Percipiere and Plastic Fur - Sanaa Recumbent, both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105951492338109419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105951492338109419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105951492338109419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105951492338109419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/destroying-what-were-pointing-at.html' title='Destroying What We&apos;re Pointing At'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105932252623114323</id><published>2003-07-27T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T12:15:26.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mark that Appears On Their Forehead</title><summary type='text'>Anna Herbener, whose last name must've been created in a letterblender, or maybe a drawer, is really something.  She's covering some other songs on her Iuma page here; these are well done and at any rate her cover of The Way got me to come and check out her page.  But the real center-piece for me is The Japanese Quince, with its semi-creepy starkness, excellent (excellent) lyrics, and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105932252623114323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105932252623114323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105932252623114323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105932252623114323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/mark-that-appears-on-their-forehead.html' title='The Mark that Appears On Their Forehead'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105931936622728639</id><published>2003-07-27T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T11:22:46.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But the Clamp was Firmly infirm</title><summary type='text'>Paris Green sound like someone different on every song I've heard so far.  That's a good thing, and probably (at least partially) explained by the fact that (based on their very brief bio) they're more of a collective of individual songmakers than a band.  Synthetic Planes is a mellow instrumental that's mostly done on acoustic instruments.  Mailbox Gary - Stuff They Had To Do is a fairly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105931936622728639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105931936622728639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105931936622728639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105931936622728639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/but-clamp-was-firmly-infirm.html' title='But the Clamp was Firmly infirm'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105928456928881403</id><published>2003-07-27T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:42:49.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the Bag</title><summary type='text'>I have a new beanbag RIGHT IN MY NIPPLE, here.  Everyone, ALL FIVE MILLION OF YOU READING THIS THREE SECONDS AND A HALF AFTER I POST IT, drop everything you're doing and go listen to Got the Bag.  The band, or the guy with a band-name, is Happy Plant Family and this time there are only TWO damned songs listed and no link to anywhere else to learn anything else about this goddamn bag.  There are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105928456928881403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105928456928881403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105928456928881403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105928456928881403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/got-bag.html' title='Got the Bag'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105928199934895625</id><published>2003-07-27T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T00:59:59.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Music</title><summary type='text'>Frustrating.  Can't find anything much right now about PLiMP, but having just listened to Bring the Music I've gotta spread the spread.  (I found this track because I think it may have been reviewed against one of ours at Garageband.)  Lots of chaotic, acoustic groove going on (and I mean "acoustic" as in "non-electronic," which is a tough thing to find in these days of the patios, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105928199934895625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105928199934895625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105928199934895625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105928199934895625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/bring-music.html' title='Bring the Music'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105892523987805882</id><published>2003-07-22T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:53:59.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I'm listening to Star Trek for a minute during Nommy The Faph's Lick My Eye_Stare.  Then I start feeling like I'm dancing too much for a minute, or I'm in a... there's... see there's rhythm and what the hell's that there for?  It gets kinda industrial there, then abruptly all ambient again.  I think the teleporter's broken.  You can also listen to Track two from 'Monday's Key', which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105892523987805882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105892523987805882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105892523987805882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105892523987805882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-feel-like-im-listening-to-star-trek.html' title=''/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105892423467420118</id><published>2003-07-22T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:37:14.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey you missing membranes:

taskot only has two tracks listed.  The first one's not bad, but you should stream twophase, because it's fucking creepy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105892423467420118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105892423467420118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105892423467420118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105892423467420118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/hey-you-missing-membranes-taskot-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604836.post-105891112730203761</id><published>2003-07-22T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:28:11.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Probably Bound to Deceive You After All</title><summary type='text'>(This is probably a temporary move, putting this here.  Then again, maybe not.)



Chonk has music (31 of the music) at soundlick (pause to turn on word wrap.)  Chonk has a webpage at www.chonk.org.  This computer has nothing but static-like gigantic noise-hole to come out of the speakers, but earlier I heard ONE ENTIRE OF THE ONE SONG of the Chonk on the soundclick and it was well enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/feeds/105891112730203761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5604836&amp;postID=105891112730203761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105891112730203761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5604836/posts/default/105891112730203761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaka.blogspot.com/2003/07/im-probably-bound-to-deceive-you-after.html' title='&lt;p class=&quot;subtitletext&quot;&gt;I&apos;m Probably Bound to Deceive You After All&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Kingo Sleemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02466410697295246129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
