Follow The Science? or Mykel's Blog for September 2023

 

FOLLOW THE SCIENCE? or Mykel's September 2023 Blog

   

Follow The Science? ... or Mykel's Blog for September

You’re STILL Wrong

or

Mykel's August 2023 Blog/Column 

Follow The Science    

by Mykel Board

“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?” - Albert Einstein

“It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.” - Albert Einstein

“If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a non-working cat.” - Douglas Adams

The foot bone connected to the leg bone,
The leg bone connected to the knee bone,
The knee bone connected to the thigh bone,
The thigh bone connected to the back bone,
The back bone connected to the neck bone,
The neck bone connected to the head bone,
Oh, hear the word of the Lord!
Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk aroun',
Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk aroun'
                                             --Delta Rhythm Boys, 1941

It’s the big lecture hall. 200 seats… theater style… a lectern and a speaker… the world-famous Chemist, Dr. Hans Zarkov. He wears a white lab coat.

To the right and left of the lectern are huge matching plexiglass cubes. each one is 7 feet tall by 15 feet wide and 15 feet long. Inside the cubes are students who volunteered for this experiment in science. Each cube has a small tube connected through one wall. The other end of the tube is connected to a large gas canister. Each tube connects to a different canister.

“Good evening students,” says Dr. Zarkov… with just a hint of a Slavic accent. “Today we will talk about the scientific method and how we can separate myth from reality. You remember the principles.

Now let us look at water. A simple substance… made of hydrogen and oxygen… which for years has been labeled a necessity for human existence. But is it? Let us examine in detail... by experimentation… the scientific method… to see what it is in water that supports human life.”

The doctor walks over to the cubicle on the right. A few students inside press their faces against the plexiglass like children looking into a toy store window.

“You know that water consists of two ingredients… hydrogen and oxygen. But is it the water or the ingredients that promote life?”

The doctor taps the cubicle. “Start the gas,” he says.

Students in the front of the lecture hall can hear a faint hissing sound as the gas enters the cubicle. The students inside look toward the pipe opening. A few smile. One suddenly breaks into a dance. Before long, there’s a little circle. They’re dancing the hora. The doctor smiles, gives them the thumbs up, then turns to the audience.

“That was the oxygen,” he says.

Then he walks to the other cubicle.

“Start the gas,” he tells the tank operator.

Again a faint hiss… but the young people inside the cube do not look happy. A girl in a tight sweater… wearing yoga pants... begins to cough. The group moves away from the pipe… crowding into a corner. Several others in the group begin to cough. One young man, short, with a carefully-trimmed unshaven look, lies on the floor of the cube. Before long another collapses, Then another… soon the cube is filled with unmoving bodies.

“That was the hydrogen,” says the doctor. “And you are witnesses today. You can see that water is NOT what preserves human life. It is oxygen –and only oxygen– that preserves us. Hydrogen is a dangerous poison. It can kill. It is the scientific method that has proved it. Congratulations to those still alive. You have graduated from students to scientists.”

FLASH TO MORPHOLOGY 101: Professor Board stands at the front of the class... in front of a whiteboard. He wears a GG Allin t-shirt and torn jeans. His long hickory pointing stick leans against his desk… between the whiteboard and the class.

Students bend over their notebooks, furiously scribbling Board’s words. Board turns his back to class and writes a list of words... in red marker... on the whiteboard.

snore
snot
sneeze
sniffle
snout

Then he turns back to the class. “Yeah, we got snow and snake… but they’re not part of the group I’m talking about.”

A very butch girl, sitting at a desk in the first row, half-raises her hand accompanied by an attention-getting snort.

“Okay, Dr. Board,” she says. “Are you going to tell us what this is about? Or do we have to guess.”

Board lifts one nostril in a condescending sneer. “I’ll let you guess,” he says. “Waddaya think?”

“They’re all NOSE-words,” answers the girl, pulling her shoulders back like she’s just volunteered for the suicide squad. Board grabs the wooden pointer. Holding one end, he smacks it on the desktop. THWAP!

“BINGO!” answers Dr. Board. “You got it. Many –maybe most– words starting with SN are nose words in English. The letters SN are called semi-morphemes to distinguish them from full morpheme like inter and hypo.

“Now look at these…” Dr. Board turns his back to the class and writes:

sculpture
scoop
scar
scab
schizophrenic
scatter

“I got it!” the professor hears a call from the back of the room and turns around, again slapping his hickory pointer against the desktop. THWAP!

It’s Tommy Lee, a Chinese foreign exchange student. “They all mean cut or divide… I always wondered why scissors started with sc and not a plane old s. Now I know!” As he speaks, Tommy not-so-subtly scratches between his legs. “That SC,” he continues. “It’s a semi-morgue.”

“Semi-morph,” corrects Prof. Board, “but you got the idea.”

And YOU, dear reader? You got the idea? Science is about cutting… about dividing… about looking at the part… the butterfly in Brazil… and not counting that tornado in China.

It’s easy to see the evils brought on us by science. Can you say Hiroshima and Nagasaki? You got trans-fats, margarine and Round-up insecticide? I guess few people reading this are old enough to remember the pregnancy drug Thalidomide... a sedative staple for new mothers.

Everyone was taking it. The science said it was a great medicine. Besides being a sedative, it was a strong anti-nausea medication for pregnant women with morning sickness. Then they realized…

Whoops!

There is a publication, I think from the same folks who publish Consumer Reports. It’s called Worst Pills Best Pills… comes out every month and lists all the mistakes pharmaceutical scientists have made in the recent past. There’s a ton of ‘em.

And doctors? When there once was “a family doctor” that took care of everything, doctors now specialize in tiny pieces of the body... specialties cut into tiny sub-specialties.

Doctor X never sees the connection between the head bone and the toe bone. He barely knows the toe bone exists. He’s a head man.

TRUE STORY: I call my urologist after a biopsy, its anesthesia, and its antibiotics gives me the shits… for days! What should I do?

“Go to the emergency room… or urgent care or something,” he tells me. “I’m not a gastroenterologist.”

At a later appointment, I overhear him telling another patient “you have a lot of sugar in your urine.”

“What should I do about it?” asked the patient.

“That’s not my department,” says the doctor. “You need to talk to a specialist.”

There are a few doctors who consider themselves “holistic.” But they don’t enjoy high status in the medical profession. Insurance usually won’t pay for them.

The scientists who developed plastics – or the gasoline engines-- never saw the coming pollution crisis. Now the “solutions” to those problems create problems of their own. Batteries in electric cars and scooters require rare mineral mining that destroys seabeds and turns the ocean red. The vehicles themselves spontaneously burst into flame. Wind farms to generate “clean” electricity kill thousands of birds. Electric replacements for coal factories start out-of-control wildfires.

It’s the semi-morpheme of SCience that’s the problem.

FLASH TO HIPPOCRATES: He’s just finished writing his new doctors’ oath: First do no harm. Now he’s in the lab with his students.

The doctor holds a squirming mouse by the tail. Turning his Greek head to look behind him, he calls on one of the boys in class to help demonstrate the scientific method.

“Dimitrios,” he says, “come here and hold the mouse on the table so it doesn’t move. I want to show you how we examine what makes it move in the first place.”

The boy grimaces… obviously not a fan of mouse-holding. But he walks up, takes the creature from Hippocrates, and holds it to the table by the head and tail. The doctor takes a sharp pointed knife and thrusts it into the soft belly of the mouse. A little pop of blood comes out of the animal as the knife goes in. Soon the pop becomes a puddle.

The boy, somewhat upset at the sight lets go of the mouse… It doesn’t move. “How are you going to find out about movement?” asks the boy. “It’s not moving!”

To its credit, science has recognized the problem. It’s called The Observer Effect. It says that the instruments used to measure something change the thing being measured. Unfortunately, scientists don’t realize that THEY are the instruments.

If all this weren’t bad enough, what happens in the current state of science worship is that those who say THAT’S WRONG… those who give an alternative viewpoint... are demonized as stupid or evil. It’s often the press who does the demonizing… sometimes the government.

Then there’s Robert Kennedy Jr, running against Joe Biden in the Democratic primaries. So what does he think about the Ukraine war? Or about the current dollars-for-death policy of the US? Is he going to save Medicare? And censorship from the right and left… what about that?

You won’t find answers on the news or from the Biden attack ponies. There’s only one issue for them. RFK is

ANTI-VAX

No matter that he has other political opinions about other things. The VACCINE is the focus. No matter that he has had vaccines that have been (sort of) proven over time: Smallpox, Polio, etc. He’s had ‘em all… except for the COVID VACCINE.

And what about Bronny James, son of LeBron James… a heart attack at 18! Was he vaccinated? You’ll never know from the news reports of the collapse. They talk about heart attacks and “sudden deaths between 2004 and 2008” What about during COVID time? What about among the vaccinated or not? Any difference? Not a peep.

And for me? What about ARTLESS drummer Michael Evans. In his fifties, a wildman... peak physical condition… not a drug user… a healthfood fanatic. BANG! Heart attack. Did he have one of those vaccines? Which one? We’re not allowed to ask. Just asking the question means we’re spreading conspiracy theories… misinformation.

If science is a process of hypothesis, testing, adjusting and correcting hypotheses, as my friends claim… then how can you gag those who say the hypotheses are wrong? How can you prevent those who believe that thalidomide causes birth defects or that the earth revolves around the sun from expressing those beliefs? How can you call them spreaders of misinformation, when scientists themselves explain their science as a history of misinformation?

But wait, there’s more. Back to Professor Board… It’s the SC… the cut… the examination of the part… sometimes the microscopic part… to make your hypotheses.

I remember as a kid my father read me a story about some blind men who were introduced to an elephant and were describing what they felt. Wikipedia tells it this way:

The first person, whose hand landed on the trunk, said, "This being is like a thick snake". For another one whose hand reached its ear, it seemed like a kind of fan. Another person, whose hand was upon its leg, said, the elephant is a pillar like a tree-trunk. The blind man who placed his hand upon its side said the elephant, "is a wall". Another who felt its tail, described it as a rope. The last felt its tusk, stating the elephant is that which is hard, smooth and like a spear.

The blind men are the men of science. Scientists recently reported that alcohol in any amount is unhealthy and cancer-causing. This conclusion came through the scientific method. When you elbow the scientists in the ribs and ask about cultures famously long-lived like those in Eastern Russian and Okinawa… and oh yeah, a recent Dutch study that found that people who drink more live longer.

“It may be something else in the culture that contributes to the longevity,” say scientists.

“It may be EVERYTHING in the culture that contributes to the longevity,” I answer.

When a philosopher asks What is love? The physicist answers it’s electrons traveling through the nervous system stimulating body parts in reaction to another person. The chemist says it’s a chemical soup of Dopamine, Oxytocin, and Serotonin. One biologist on the internet says, “we might think about love as the emergent result of neurons firing in the amygdala.” That is the nature of science… blind men feeling an elephant.

How ‘bout asking a poet what love is? Well, those of us old enough to have gone to school when poetry was as important as STEM might remember Robert Burns:

My love is like a red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune

Cutting it to pieces is not a description. Someone who’s never fallen in love will not learn what it’s like from a firing in the amygdala. Love is poetry.

The world is like love. If you don’t see how the wing-flapping butterfly in New York is related to the typhoon in Japan, you can’t see what makes up the world. If you slice and dice and microscope the cosmos, it is no longer the cosmos.

Yes, I hate science. What science tells me today will not be true tomorrow. In fact, the mistake may kill people –a lot of people– while waiting for its correction. The cosmos is a vast interconnected whole… but it takes a poet to know that – not a scientist.

See you in hell,
Mykel Board

ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at mykelboard@gmail.com. Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Send me an email with SUBSCRIBE in the subject line. Back blogs and columns are at https://mykelsblog.blogspot.com]

→ Don’t Look Under the Mattress Dept: The Epoch Times reports Helen Grus--an Ottawa Police Service detective is being charged with “disorderly conduct” for investigating the vaccination status of the mothers of deceased infants. She sent two emails to the Police Chief to discuss a spike in infant deaths and a number of police officers with COVID-19 vaccine-related heart problems. Ms. Grus faces a charge of “discreditable conduct” for conducting an "unauthorized project" by probing into the sudden deaths.

→ Department of Truth Dept: YouTube has introduced a new medical misinformation policy that will censor any medical or health-related content that doesn't align with claims made by the World Health Organization. YouTube earlier had a "COVID-19 Misinformation Policy" webpage that stated that the platform doesn't allow content that "poses a serious risk of egregious harm” and spreads "medical misinformation" contradicting what the WHO or local health authorities (LHA) say about the COVID-19 pandemic. The webpage now redirects to a "medical misinformation policy" page that expands the censorship rule to "specific health conditions and substances" rather than COVID-19 alone. Content that contradicts guidance on treatments, including promoting "specific harmful substances or practices" not approved by authorities or the WHO as safe and effective, also won't be allowed on the platform.

→ A Petition I Can Sign Dept: I wish I could sign the now-closed Change.org petition to refuse Jeff Bezos re-entry to earth after he takes a trip on the Amazon Space Rocket. Such a good idea, but I guess the question was Who do you send the petition to? The UN army? Anyway, I’m glad to see it got over 200,000 signatures. I just wish I was one of them.

See you in hell, redux,

Mykel Board

THE NATION AGAIN

I’m a long-time subscriber to the The Nation. It’s the only lefty publication that I find myself not only agreeing with, but also getting inspiration from. Strangely, when I post this stuff on facebook, no one looks at it. My “friends” would just rather call me a “Trumpist” or a “Republican” for all the times I don’t follow the party line. If it’s printed in THE NATION, it should give me street cred, right? Yeah right.
    This time, Jeet Heer writes about how NATO has become a first world fortress against the rest of the world… and how the allies support for Ukraine (and not, for instance, African democracy) is bringing back cold war politics and leaving out the poorer countries of the world.

Then there’s a regular feature “by the numbers.” You draw your own conclusions:

LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it here. It’s a good one.

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.

Here's a start:

Jason Rodgers sent me his book Invisible Generation… free! And I lost it. Jason, a long-time partner of Suzy Poe, has been bugging me to review it… and I can’t. So the best I can do is promote it. I have a lot of respect for Jason… he is a libertarian (in the best sense of the word), and a super-smart guy. When/if I find the book, I’ll give you some more details.

Video of the week: My long-time friend Sid Yiddish appears on a YouTube DatingGame-like video. Guess who wins the bachelorette!

Here’s Richard Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com

Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency

And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.

And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.

Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.

Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.

Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.

George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.

And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.

And connect to TRUST Zine, a long-running German punk zine… that STILL PRINTS!!! Yeah, they have a website too… of course! It’s here.

Here are a couple video links.

This from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low

And this one from my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.

Jim Testa moved his long running zine, Jersey Beat, to the blogosphere awhile back. You can read it here. Jim also recommended a kind of unique album… in a style you don’t see to much of these days… or any days. Neo-Hassidic Rock Opera. You can stream the album here.

Kyle Nonneman is in prison in Portland. At least he can’t be kidnapped by the secret police… I think. I post his blog for him, he can’t do it from the klink. Lots of stuff about noise metal… and some very weird politics that will either fascinate or repulse you… or both.

My long time pal, Jim Hayes rightfully complained about my leaving out his blog. He’s a great writer, so it was a tragic omission. Here it is.

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.

Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. god@mykelboard.com

You're STILL Wrong, Mykel's Sept 2020 Blog #1 or INC. YOU!

 YOU'RE STILL WRONG.. 

MYKEL'S SEPT. 2020 BLOG

VOLUME 1

OR

INC YOU!

by Mykel Board

Think about George Orwell's two-minutes hate from the novel '1984' and how that left everyone sort of exhausted and able to live their boring humdrum lives. If our lives are going to continue being unfulfilled and boring, perhaps we do need some sort of short-term violent chaos incorporated into them, to make them more palatable. --Chuck Palahniuk

Bebop and hip-hop, in so many ways, they're connected. A lot of rappers remind me so much of bebop guys in terms of improvisation, beats and rhymes. My dream is to see hip-hop incorporated in education. You've got the youth of the world in the palm of your hand. --Quincy Jones

Once upon a time, there was a king who had a ruby ring… but the ruby was scratched. A single line… down the middle of the jewel. The king called on all the grinders and polishers in the kingdom to remove the scratch. None could do it. An etcher approached the king. “I can fix your jewel,” he said. The king shrugged. No one else could do anything. What’s to lose? The etcher etched a rose into the ruby. The scratch became the stem of the rose. – Fairy tale told me more than once by my one-armed father.

Maybe it’s the Jew in me. Whenever I get one of those mailings for a FREE SUBSCRIPTION to anything… as long as I don’t have to pay “a fee” or “for postage and handling”… I’m there!

Flash to 1975. I’m living in my new apartment on 90^th Street on the Upper East Side. The Ruppert Beer Brewery on Third Ave disappeared ten years ago. A few ugly new buildings appeared in the rubble. The neighborhood is “changing.” I live in a railroad flat that used to house brewery workers. These tenements are called railroad flats because the rooms are all in a row… one into the other... like cars on a train…no hallway. You just go through... room to room.. until you get to yours.

In the mail… in a kind of corporate hip envelope… comes an offer to subscribe to INC. magazine. It seems like it’s written for budding entrepreneurs. I’m as budding as a blade, as entrepreneurial as Mahatma Gandhi. I am slightly more Jewish than Gandhi… and it’s 6 months FREE!

I send in my Sure, sign me up reply card… and before I know it, I get this magazine of people whose American dream is an office with big windows and nothing on the walls.

I can’t tell you one thing I read in that magazine. I can’t give you an iota of an idea inspired by that magazine… but I come back to it now, because I’ve come to LOVE the idea of incorporate.

On my couch for a month is Gavin Mendonca. We met in Guyana… where he’s from. Gavin has been touring the jungles of Guyana to learn indigenous music and INCORPORATE it into rock. He calls it Creole Rock.

It’s a shake and bake of everything together. Sure there are punk purist. Race purists. Libertarian purists. Homo and het purists. And those guys are missing out on something… something? Everything!

[Aside] For me, jazz is like toenails on a blackboard. I’m not talking about Dixieland Jazz with clarinets blowing music from old cartoons. That stuff makes me smile. I love it.

I’m talking about a quartet where every instrument is playing a different non-tune… they fight each other for a while… then one instrument screeches a solo… the audience applauds… then another instrument screeches a solo… more applause… then they fight each other with rising volume, until it’s over… and the audience applauds even more loudly.

I’d rather listen to Josh Groban than listen to that.

FLASH TO RIGHT NOW: Here I am, at a free (okay, okay, I know) outdoor concert. Locals from the neighborhood sit on folding chairs set up in front of a makeshift stage. A little boy, about 6 years old, and his sister, about two years older, run frantically back and forth in front of the stage as little kids are wont to do.

The group I came to see plays Zimbabwean music, with authentic African instruments… all the players are white. They’re quite amazing. Nora, the woman who invited me, has spent a long time in Africa learning the music and the culture. I love the way it looks... like Elvis singing “that black music.”

After them, come a jazz ensemble: guitar, synth, conga drum, bass. As they play, the little kids stop running back and forth. They look at the musicians on the stage. They freeze for a bit, then they walk. Not wondering, but heading right for the stage.

The boy stops in front of the drummer… a big black guy with a huge chest and arms like baobab trees. The boy watches him pounding a rhythm on the edge of the drum. Then the kid starts pounding… whacking away… on the other edge of the drum. I wait for someone from the audience to pick the kid up and take him off stage. No one does. Then, I wait for the drummer to brush the kid aside, maybe using a leg to push him away. It doesn’t happen. Slowly, the band incorporates the kid’s wild drumming into what they are playing.

Meanwhile, his sister is fascinated by the guitar. She sits in front of the guitar player, and watches him screech up and down on the fretboard. Occasionally, the musician steps on a pedal to add distortion, wah wah or some other effect. The foot motion draws the attention of the little girl. She watches the dance of the pedals. Then she reaches for the little knobs on those pedals… and turns them…. playing with them like they’re a toy. Turning one, twisting another, doing two at one time.

Does someone from the audience come to claim the little monster? Does the guitar player use her pedal foot to kick away the juvenile vermin? You guessed it. No! The guitar player and the entire band incorporate the freakish sounds into what they’re playing. They work around it... building on it... using it. I’ve never seen anything like it.

When they finish, I come away still not liking the sound of jazz… but loving the hell out of INCORPORATION.

- end -

ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at god@mykelboard.com. Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Send me an email with SUBSCRIBE in the subject line. Back blogs and columns are at https://mykelsblog.blogspot.com

→ Guyanese Incorporation Dept: You can hear some of Gavin’s fine work at these places. First, a Kaieteur Falls video where he sings in Patamona, an indigenous language. Then, a YouTuber with Sugar Cane, a multi Caribbean punkrock band incorporating everything! And finally a mixed version of a traditional Guyanese folk song.

→ My kind of humor dept: Reuters reports that ever since Covid-19 reached Cuba, a tall cardboard box with arms and legs totters around a Havana suburb, popping into the bakery or butchers, or browsing the newspaper stand.

This is Feridia Rojas, 82, who decided to build and wear mobile housing to shield herself from the virus.

“I am at home, what about you?” reads a message on her box, a nod to Cuba’s government slogan “Stay at home.”
82 years old???? Yes! It gives me hope.

→ Duh dept: The Washington DC health website has a special page on sex during the panic. On the page they list various sex acts and how they can spread the disease. Among their tips:

• Kissing can pass COVID-19. Consider not kissing anyone you do not know or who you are not sure has been isolated for 14 days.

• Rimming, or any sexual activity that involves putting the mouth on the butt/anus, might pass COVID-19. The virus has been found in feces.

• Condoms and dental dams may reduce contact with saliva or feces during oral or anal sex.

• masturbation is always safe sex.

Apparently, these guys don’t cruise the internet enough. You can read the whole cringeworthy report here. Masturbation ISN’T always safe sex.


 

--See you in hell!

LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.

Here's a start:

Here’s Richard Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com

Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency

And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.

And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.

Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.

Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.

Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.

George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.

And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.

And connect to TRUST Zine, a long-running German punk zine… that STILL PRINTS!!! Yeah, they have a website too… of course! It’s here. 

Here are a couple video links.

This from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low

And this one from my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.

Kyle Nonneman is in prison in Portland. At least he can’t be kidnapped by the secret police… I think. I post his blog for him, he can’t do it from the klink. Lots of stuff about noise metal… and some very weird politics that will either fascinate or repulse you… or both.

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.

Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. god@mykelboard.com