An Etymology

“With enough in my pocket now to last me a month, I gave the town a thorough canvassing for something worth while. I found many places that appeared to be advertising for a bursar and the most promising was the big general store. It was packed to the roof with merchandise, and the owners, to save floor space, had placed the safe behind the stairs, where it could not be seen from the street. I ‘pegged’ the spot for a week and satisfied myself that after the was closed at night no one entered it till opening-up time in the morning.

The expression, ‘I have him pegged,’ which has crept into common usage, is thieves’ slang pure and simple, and has nothing to do with the game of cribbage as many suppose. The thief, to save himself the trouble of staying up all night watching a spot to make sure no one enters after closing hours, puts a small wooden peg in the door jamb after the place is locked up. At five or six o’clock in the morning he takes a look. If the peg is in place the door has not been opened. If it is found lying in the doorway, that means somebody has opened the door in the night. If he finds the place is visited in the night he must then stay out and learn why and at what time and how often. He now has the place ‘pegged’ and plans accordingly or passes it up as too tough.” – You Can’t Win by Jack Black

“Excuse me, Sir. Do you have a minute to talk about rock and roll?”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

I’ve been really digging local Seattle artist Shelby Earl for the past few weeks. Here 2013 record, Swift Arrows is fantastic. Bare, honest folk music, with incredible lyrical craft paired with stripped-down, but solid composition.

Highly recommended.

An Elegant Proof.

Destruction is always easier than creation: “By Stefanovitch’s reckoning, just two individuals had accounted for almost all the destruction, eviscerating the completed puzzle in about one percent of the moves and two percent of the time it had taken a crowd of thousands to assemble it.”

Alternately phrased: one malicious shitheel can destroy the work of hundreds of good people, but only if the system permits it.

One thing that I think gets glossed over in the (otherwise) excellent write-up above is that Stefanovitch’s original reckoning was correct. The project didn’t actually have one antagonist, but two. I’ll give you a hint as to the other:

“‘We were crossing our fingers, hoping we wouldn’t get sabotaged,’ says [REDACTED], the team’s security expert.”

“Security” “expert”. Malfeasance is one thing, but when it comes to security, willful incompetence is just as bad.

Today, in incongruous mashup news

“Never entertain the taste of the red”

A strong contender for most ridiculous music video ever filmed. Killer tune, though.

“It comes right from the streetlights you know”

I love Neko Case’s talent for crafting perfect little self-contained gems like this. Every part of this tune is perfect and forms a flawless facet with every other part. The bass line, the trumpet flourishes, and Neko’s inimitably dextrous vocals and bare lyrical styles. All brilliant.

“Y’all motherfuckers need jesus”

“She’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things”

Pancake

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