Free Nunlike Reject is an anagram. It's also a place for writing, pictures, whatever comes to mind. Most of the pictures are of my native Los Angeles. I can't help it. I love it here.

10.31.2011

10.25.2011

10.24.2011

10.20.2011

song of the day - I hope that i don't fall in love with you.

Today's song of the day is Tom Waits "I hope that I don't fall in love with you".

Check out Neil Gaiman urging us to participate in All Hallow's Read

Spread the joy, or the terror, or All Hallow's Read. Neil Gaiman, author of Coraline, American Gods and The Graveyard Book, urges us to pick up a new holiday tradition. I think it's a great idea.

10.19.2011

song of the day "Jenny 867-5309"

Today's song of the day is Tommy Tutone's "Jenny 867-5309". I'm feeling a nostalgic all the way around.

10.14.2011

song of the day - Dead Man Blues

Today's song of the day is "Dead Man Blues" performed by Miss Lulu White's Creole Jazzband.

10.13.2011

song of the day - Human Fly

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREE NUNLIKE REJECT!  It's been two years.  To celebrate I'm revisiting one of the most popular posts - The Cramps "Human Fly" set to a groovie movie.  Here's to 5,000 more page views.

10.12.2011

song of the day - Lodi

Today's song of the day is a nice cover of CCR's "Lodi" by Jeffrey Foucault.

10.11.2011

Fiddle-Dee-Dee, Gone with the Wind goes Reality

After reading (OK, listening to) as much of Gone with the Wind as I could stand, I have been inspired by those classically selfish and manipulative Southern sociopaths Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler to create a bunch of Reality Shows. Let’s take a look at a few of them and hope that a network development maven is reading this!



Damned Yankees

This is an obstacle-course style show featuring contestant families competing against other families in a series of obstacles with increasing difficulty as the season progresses. Watch as loose networks of masters and servants try to overcome impediments in the form of low food stocks, pillaged live stock, fire, drought, sickness, old horses with broken-down carts, taxes, laziness, disease and finally irascible Damned Yankees to reach the finish line and claim the prize, a full belly and warm bed.


Belles and Beaus

This is a reverse Bachelor or Rock of Love type of thing wherein lovely teen aged Belles attempt to gather as many Beaus as possible at a series of balls and barbecues before they reach 19 years of age and are thus declared spinsters. The Belle who is able to string along the most beaus while eating as little as possible, wearing impossibly tight undergarments and withstanding withering humidity and vicious tongues will be crowned Belle of the County! Extra points will be given for stealing beaus from family members, life-long friends and the less fortunate.


You Rascal You

This is based on Captain Rhett Butler, the impossibly handsome and roguish, man-about-town. This bit will feature a crazed all-out race for fabulous prizes and foreign bank accounts. Each Rascal will be given a boat, a ragtag crew and a map (of sorts). The goal is to run medical supplies, ammunition and luxury items through blockades and unfriendly ports. Greasing of palms and underhanded methods will be encouraged and ultimately rewarded. Just watch out for patriotic stumbling blocks, the occasional jolt of conscience and jeering yokels. Extra points will be awarded for the successful delivery of satin, lace, bonnets, candies and useless trinkets.

Down Home Cooking

This cooking show will feature teams combining amateur chefs and professional survivalists creating something edible and lovely with limited ingredients, particularly dried peas, hominy and smallish fish. Any meat used must be gathered from the wild, or a near by burnt-out plantation. The wilder and smaller the game the better. Think squirrels and chipmunks. Creating passable substitutes for coffee and digging up hidden whiskey barrels is highly encouraged. Plundering of neighbors abandoned gardens will be mandatory as well as liberating chickens, catching loose piglets and milking goats.

Tara – Nothing Else Matters, or There’s No Place Like Home

This is a home improvement/decorating-themed show in which contestants must create some semblance of order after yet more Damned Yankees and lice-infested Confederates tromp through their “plantations” and bust up the place like an old, unused chiffarobe. A feature of this production will be Revenuers and Carpetbaggers thrown in as hosts to evaluate progress, create undue anxiety and show needless replays of scenes shown before the commercial breaks. Extra points will be given for inventiveness, resourcefulness, stick-to-it-iveness as well as the reuse of drapery and rooster feathers.

Glorious Dead Hunters

This is an "investigating the paranormal" type of show featuring a regular cast of characters, their gadgets, vehicles and a few hot chicks to draw the male viewer. These Glorious Dead Hunters will visit antebellum plantations, civil war battlefields and the oldest cemeteries the South has to offer hunting for the ghosts of the glorious confederate soldiers. Occasional forays into the North may be Incorporated into the show mix as hunting sites are run through faster than you can say Goober Peas. No prizes will be given. This is science, damn it!

May the games begin!























song of the day - Waiting

Today's song of the day is The Devlin's "Waiting".

10.07.2011

song of the day - Dirty Business

Today's song of the day is The Constantine's "Dirty Business".

Poem of the week - I Knew A Woman


I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)



How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)



Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)



Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)



Theodore Roethke







10.05.2011

song of the day - A Chance Council

Today's song of the day is Richard Buckner with Doug Gillard - "A Chance Council".

10.03.2011

Poem of the week - Waiting for the Barbarians

Fall is here and so Irene has shared another cool poem - "Waiting for the Barbarians" by Constantine P. Cavafy

-What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
The barbarians are due here today.
-Why isn't anything going on in the senate?
Why are the senators sitting there without legislating?
Because the barbarians are coming today.
What's the point of senators making laws now?
Once the barbarians are here, they'll do the legislating.
-Why did our emperor get up so early,
and why is he sitting enthroned at the city's main gate,
in state, wearing the crown?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and the emperor's waiting to receive their leader.
He's even got a scroll to give him,
loaded with titles, with imposing names.
-Why have our two consuls and praetors come out today
wearing their embroidered, their scarlet togas?
Why have they put on bracelets with so many amethysts,
rings sparkling with magnificent emeralds?
Why are they carrying elegant canes
beautifully worked in silver and gold?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and things like that dazzle the barbarians.
-Why don't our distinguished orators turn up as usual
to make their speeches, say what they have to say?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and they're bored by rhetoric and public speaking.
-Why this sudden bewilderment, this confusion?
(How serious people's faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians haven't come.
And some of our men who have just returned from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
Now what's going to happen to us without barbarians?
Those people were a kind of solution.


song of the day - What Goes On

Today's song of the day is "What Goes On" by The Feelies. I saw them open up for Lou Reed. It was a great show. I liked The Feelies more than Reed.