Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The title of this post is a translation of "I'm bored with my blog these days" generated by gizoogle.net. This was after trying several reiterations of the same sentiment. None of them had quite the ring as this one. "I have no interest in posting to my blog these days" came close with: "I have no interest up in postin ta mah Snoop Bloggy-Blogg these days."
Gizoogle is a Standard-English-to-Gangsta translator/search engine that converts the www into a gangsta's paradise. I'm sayin'! So go search your favorite websites, Wikipedia pages, and anything written by/about you on the web RIGHT NOW. Not exactly Fb friendly, as thugz like ta drop tha f-bombs. You KNOW me?
Screen-shot of DFW's Wikipizzle page (click to enlarge):
p.s. Yes, on the actual homepage those rims spin.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Another from ROOKIE's "Ask A Grown Man" series. This one is with Thom Yorke and his producer/collaborator Nigel Godrich. Endearing, as always. And I've said it before but I'll say it again: I WANT TO KISS THAT LAZY EYE SO HARD! (But not literally hard, because I wouldn't want to hurt him.)
p.s. If it seems on the long side, you should skip to about the 11min mark. I think the second half has most of the good bits.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
I know nothing about recording music, so maybe this isn't saying much, but I'm always amazed at the sound quality of the videos on Le Blogotheque. Just listen to those harmonies. Outstanding.
Watch the whole show here.
Download three new Local Natives songs recorded for WNYC's Soundcheck (only hours ago!) here.
Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? … * to go to college fraternity parties where a boy buries his face in your neck or tries to rape you if he isn’t satisfied with burying his fingers in the flesh of your breast. * to learn that there are a million girls who are beautiful and each day that more leave behind the awkward teen-age stage, as you once did, to embark on the adventure of being loved and petted. * to be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm. … * to learn that you can’t be a revolutionary. * to learn that while you dream and believe in Utopia, you will scratch & scrabble for your daily bread in your home town and be damn glad if there’s butter on it. … * to have won $100 for writing a story and not believe that I am the one who wrote it. … * to know that millions of others are unhappy and that life is a gentleman’s agreement to grin and paint your face gay so others will feel they are silly to be unhappy, and try to catch the contagion of joy, while inside so many are dying of bitterness and unfulfillment. * to take a walk with Marcia Brown and love her for her exuberance, to catch some of it, because it’s real, and once again love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch, because you’ve got a body & mind to exercise & use it as much as you can, never mind whose [sic] got a better or worse body & mind, but stretch yours as far as you can.
- Sylvia Plath, Unabridged Journals
I tend to think there's always more stretching I can do if I just keep pushing on, but these days I'm half-sure that's just wishful thinking. Right now, with my day's work done but still so much to do, I feel tired and tired of everything. Seems I need a Marcia Brown. Oddly, Sylvia Plath might do.
quote via brainpickings
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I know this is the going rate for hip T-shirts these days (this is probably on the low end), but sheesh I feel I need someone to give me the OK (even though I have birthday money burning a hole in my pocket). I used to buy T-shirts at the 5 for $10 store and I'm a graduate student earning a ridiculously low wage, so this sort of purchase tests my nerves. Plus, I want them ALL. Thank goodness they're all gray otherwise I might be trying to layaway a bunch of T's I don't need.
(Ordered from the top by likelihood of purchase.)
T's by Print Liberation.