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Lunch tonight was: Carnitas, carnne asada and pollo tacos from the place by the Harley Davidson store. Washed down with a half litre Mexican coke!

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Alex V. Cook is an author, journalist and music critic living Baton Rouge, LA. His work has appeared in The Believer, The Oxford American, DownBeat, Paste Magazine, Hails and Horns and The Wire, and his first collection of essays Darkness, Racket and Twang: Essential Listening from the Fringes of Popular and Unpopular Culture was published by Side Cartel in 2006.

He is the music editor for outsideleft.com, editor for Sweet Tooth, and a frequent contributor to 225 Magazine, OffBeat and Country Roads.

He is a founding contributor to the Badasses of Contemporary Composition blog.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

In Space, No One Can Hear You Scream Over the Nickel Slots

Dig this trip-tastic NASA footage (via MetaFilter )

The explanatory page is here or go straight to the movie

It seems there is probably a greater message in the fact that the sound generated by the data in this depiction of the Cassini descent on Titan sounds an awful lot like a bank of slot machines going in and out of phase with each other, but fuck it. It's hard to hate the most reliably psychedelic arm of the government when they convert untold billions in cool things like this.

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