Thanks everybody,great to almost be back. I was in Baton Rouge where I got an ear infection and a broken rib, witnessed much devastation and skied 6 balls at 32 MPH.
Hi, all. I, too, went water skiing on vacation. After like five minutes, I went outside the wake and the driver turned, speeding me way up. I wimped out and let go of the rope. Still fun, though.
My kids loved to do the 360 around the boat. The driver pulls a turn, the skier swings as wide out beyond the wake as they can, almost to the point of passing the boat. The diver then whips the boat to turn in the opposite direction, the rope goes over the bow of the boat and passes over and the skier completes the turn making a circle around the boat.
You gotta get the timing right, kill the power at the apex of the turn so the boat noses down so the skier can pull the rope over, and then gun it to keep the tension. The boat needs to have some power.
I kinda like that one where its a wake board but you aren't attached to it. Like a skateboard. I'm too lazy to do it anymore tho its always like.... eh... I'll drink a beer in the boat.
@Bob: yeah that is wakeboarding, but there is a version that you do like water skiing and the board is different. Called Wake surfing. Which I just looked up, and it looks like people who are pro with it do it without a rope. Pretty crazy.
@Dave- My wife is gone today, which is why I am able to tune in to Ken at 9:00, but this first set is harsh! Nag Nag! I want to turn off the radio, too.
I always pretend not to be needy. That way I figure WFMU will never get sick of me and walk out on me!
9:20am
Cecile:
I am a wife. I like this music. Got my the Fall?
PS, when hubby is at home Wednesdays and hears any kind of ranting, he goes "Is that Ken"?
9:20am
jan:
@Ken: what time do you rise on Wednesday AM? Are you listening to this while broadcasting? Seems like it might work for the PM. This is the first time in a long time I've tuned in at the actual broadcast time...Usually I begin by 9:45- by then the wife is gone. Today the anxiety I had relieved over night came right up at the moment I heard Nag Nag. I may have to come back to the archived show and try the program later....
9:21am
Cecile:
Der, got The Fall?
9:22am
Cecile:
P.P.S. He kind of lives on his headphones in general.
9:22am
Polyus:
Love this Cows song too. Haven't listened to this record in forever.
this reminds me. WFMU is the reason that Sleaford Mods are picking up fans at the local high school. one of my dishwashers loved the album. i burnt him a copy and he took it to school
Hey, interesting...I mean of course I've been to Baton Rouge to get _my_ ear infections—I'm not going to get my ear infections from some Park Slope poseurs who just started doing them two years ago no matter how 'artisinal' they are! —but I admit that I didn't know that the BRLA scene was known for its broken ribs. Ever on the cutting edge, Ken, ever on the cutting edge.
Why is it that so much harshness can make one peaceful? Is it 'letting it out', or making the inner noise seem quieter by comparison and distraction ('I'm paying too much attention to turmoil inside, suddenly there's turmoil outside to latch onto.'), or something else?
Beastly musick has charms to soothe the savage breast.... But not to fix the "503 Service Unavailable No server is available to handle this request" that just popped up.
So apparently there is wake skating which is different than wake surfing.. With skating you use the rope and do flip tricks like on a skateboard. I tried it a few times.
The Nazi DJ image I first took for a Nazi game-show: 'Welcome to..."Wheel...of...Hatred"!! No matter where the wheel lands you win the same, wonderful, prize!'
Back in 1981, Rasputin's Records in Berkeley would let you borrow a used record album and buy it back for $1.00 less...and had a pile of blank cassettes with a noticeably large sign with an arrow pointing toward them and a supposed quote from an executive, 'Home taping is killing the record industry.'.
Check out dx.com for cheap adapters, if not now then soon. Buy three, because their typical vendor's quality control is terrible, but you'll still save money.
Lyric excerpt:
"I vomited on the carped. This looked pretty unappetizing. But I washed it away. Please visit me tonight. Rice for dinner. Shake your hair."
I've declared Wednesdays 'politics Sabbaths' largely because I start that day with Ken's show.
But, breaking that:
0.) Wouldn't it be great if Trump really did 'come out'?
1.) Doesn' t the media near-omnipresence of a scary thug with orange skin and weird hair feed into killer clown sightings.
I was going to request a remix of Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte and his comments about Obama, but it'd probably have a lot of bleeping and also derail into the comments board into a political discourse.
I used to be involved in the Holiday Shores Ski Club. we did competitions and shows. Did the whole multilevel pyramid tricks, jumps, barefoots,trading skis and boats, multiple skiers braiding ropes doing crossover/unders. We knew the risks and had a dedicated safety crew.
The Windmills Of Your Mind Lyrics
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find in
The windmills of your mind!