It’s in the right column somewhere. It’ll also appear on
the main site pages too once I figure out the coding.
Cooky La Moo Enterprises (which includes this blog) is moving to a new server, so the site may be a bit flaky over the next couple of days. Please drop me a line if you notice anything unusual.
Normal service will resume shortly, with more room to offer new and exciting features (i.e. more
unpopular music).
Hello. I have spent the better part of the last week helping my girlfriend decide on what kind of a small rug she should put in the hallway. In my spare moments I have thrown together a barely-coherent review of
Satyagraha, and an unpleasant rant after going to see
The Sound Source night at the ICA. There was also
the Radius concert at Wigmore Hall on the weekend, which I should say something intelligent about.

“Normal” “service” will “resume” by the “end” of the “week”.
In case you tried to read this site last week and wondered whether I had trashed everything in a fit of blogger burnout, the answer is no. My
kerazy web hosting service likes to keep things lively by randomly deleting my account from time to time, then reinstating it a few days later with a terse apology but no explanation. Suggestions for a less impetuous web host are welcome.
I’ve used the downtime productively by getting all fatalistic and not bothering to finish up the next article I was preparing. Meanwhile, at Sarsaparilla, an intelligent posting about language and erudition has descended into a discussion about people sticking inadvisable substances into
various bodily orifices. You might enjoy that.

Pardon my French, but the new version of Blogger is a bloody disgrace. Above, on the left, you see the official portrait of this website’s patroness and muse, Ms Cooky La Moo, as she appears in the standard Blogger profile. On the right, the deformed and wretched travesty, like a mildew’d ear, of said portrait as displayed in the pop-up comments window in the new, “improved” Blogger. A bloody disgrace, I say.
The accolades are coming thick and fast. Having only just recovered from the shock of being named
Time Magazine’s Person of the Year for 2006, I’ve returned home to find that The National Library of Australia has decided that a blog devoted to gratuitous references to Jeremy Bentham is an “electronic publication of lasting cultural and research value of national significance”. So they’re archiving Boring Like A Drill on a server somewhere in
Fyshwick, I guess. A winner is me!
These things come in threes, so I expect an envelope from Reader’s Digest any day now.
Yes, it’s a placeholder. Today’s post about
Morton Feldman has been held over until tomorrow, because it’s late and I suspect it’s gibberish.

(Somewhere between Bonn and Bristol. Back in a few days. There are comments on the posts below to tide you over.)
The good people at
Sarsaparilla have invited me to join
their crew of kulchur bloggers, so of course I immediately accepted. Every now and then I’ll be posting stuff over there, which will either be cross-posted or linked to here.
The
name and
subject indices have finally been updated, to the end of September. At last you can find out what El Lissitsky,
Juvenal Habriarimana and Sally Thomsett have in common.
Also, the search function seems to have dropped off a few months back. I should probably get that fixed.
The long-dormant website will get some additions made to it over the next month, probably. Don’t hold your breath, though.