Monday, April 30, 2001
Right then: As of 9:45 PM tonight, these are the entries to the contest, sorted by artist with the name of the suggestor included. It's probably a cool sign that a lot of these are albums I've been meaning to check out for a while. Note that I eliminated a few of them off the bat -- mainly because I already knew them too well to consider them "new." So if one or more of yours isn't in here, that's why -- nothing personal, you couldn't have known for certain what I knew and didn't know. This list will be updated as more entries come in, until 2PM tomorrow, when the contest will be closed and I will spend two weeks doing everything in my power to hear everything possible of, and from, these albums. Thanks again and again and again for everything, folks; this is gonna be fun.
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- Almond, Marc - Mother Fist and her Five Daughters (Prol)
- Bachelor Girl - Waiting For The Day (Adam)
- Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician (Monte)
- Earthling - Radar (Prol)
- Fatima Mansions - Viva Dead Ponies (Prol)
- Flash Girls - Maurice and I (Adam)
- Frenzal Rhomb - Meet The Family (Luke)
- Gainsbourg, Serge - Comic Strip (Mena)
- Gainsbourg, Serge - Bonnie et Clyde (Mena)
- Gainsbourg, Serge - Histoire de Melody Nelson (Mena)
- Harvey, Mick - Intoxicated Man (Mena)
- Harvey, Mick - Pink Elephants (Mena)
- Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (Adam)
- James - Laid (georgev)
- Mazzy Star - She Hangs Brightly (Adam)
- Mazzy Star - So Tonight That I Might See (Jackie & Adam)
- Mazzy Star - Among My Swan (Adam)
- Poe - Haunted (Jackie)
- Sandoval, Hope And The Warm Invention - At The Doorway Again (Adam)
- Semisonic - Great Divide (georgev)
- Stabbing Westward - Darkest Days (Adam)
- Stereophonics - Performance and Cocktails (georgev)
- Turin Brakes- The Optimist LP (Adam)
- Unbelievable Truth - Almost Here (Imelda)
8:52 PM | e-mail |
I've gotten a surprising volume of responses to the Make My Decisions For Me Contest, including some from people I had no idea were reading. Thanks for checking in. Tomorrow, I'm going to go down to St. Mark's and start rummaging through the bins for as much of this stuff as I can get cheaply, and then I'll do my damnedest to Napster-ize a fair portion of the rest. So if you want to submit an entry, get it in my mailbox before 2:00 PM Eastern Daylight Time tomorrow, when I will roll bleary-eyed out of bed and onto the streets of New York in search of your devil-music. Again, thanks for all your suggestions. A full list of the entries is coming soon.
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Sunday, April 29, 2001
Last minute post, just so something will go up on Sunday:
Most everything is well in my world. I thank those of you who've entered the contest so far; judging will begin shortly. But that doesn't mean you can't keep suggesting...
10:53 PM | e-mail |
Most everything is well in my world. I thank those of you who've entered the contest so far; judging will begin shortly. But that doesn't mean you can't keep suggesting...
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Thursday, April 26, 2001
I have had An Idea.
I want everybody who reads this site to recommend a CD to me. Doesn't matter what, but if you think I haven't heard it, and would like it, I want you to let me know about it. Be presumptuous, and decide what I will like. You can cast an eye over my CD collection, and the radio station, to get an idea of my tastes, what I know and don't know, etc., or you can just recommend it blind. But I'm in the mood to hear some new music, and I'm going to rely on you people to level the field for me.
The "contest" part: The person who recommends the thing I end up liking most wins... something cool. I'm not sure what yet. But I intend for it to kick ass. I want you all to be as creative as possible here. If you see that I like The Pogues, but don't have their albums, DON'T RECOMMEND THE POGUES. Recommend something I've *really* never heard. Your rewards for giving this knowledge could well be great.
Y'know, I smell a meme brewing. Feel free to take this idea (and graphic, though you could probably make a better one) for your own site, and let me know if you do. If it catches on, I'll work on creating some kind of home site where people can browse a list of participants, Amazon wish-list style, and see if they find others whose tastes correspond with their own (and who they can recommend to). I doubt that many people will leap on board, but it's fun to dream, isn't it?
Now, start recommending.
7:18 PM | e-mail |
I want everybody who reads this site to recommend a CD to me. Doesn't matter what, but if you think I haven't heard it, and would like it, I want you to let me know about it. Be presumptuous, and decide what I will like. You can cast an eye over my CD collection, and the radio station, to get an idea of my tastes, what I know and don't know, etc., or you can just recommend it blind. But I'm in the mood to hear some new music, and I'm going to rely on you people to level the field for me.
The "contest" part: The person who recommends the thing I end up liking most wins... something cool. I'm not sure what yet. But I intend for it to kick ass. I want you all to be as creative as possible here. If you see that I like The Pogues, but don't have their albums, DON'T RECOMMEND THE POGUES. Recommend something I've *really* never heard. Your rewards for giving this knowledge could well be great.
Y'know, I smell a meme brewing. Feel free to take this idea (and graphic, though you could probably make a better one) for your own site, and let me know if you do. If it catches on, I'll work on creating some kind of home site where people can browse a list of participants, Amazon wish-list style, and see if they find others whose tastes correspond with their own (and who they can recommend to). I doubt that many people will leap on board, but it's fun to dream, isn't it?
Now, start recommending.
7:18 PM | e-mail |
I'm growing to loathe Doteasy -- my site keeps coming down in new and inventive ways (will only load, and then partially, on some variants of the URL, etc.). As soon as I get a job and money this summer, I'm going to shell out for proper hosting.
4:50 PM | e-mail |
4:50 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, April 25, 2001
Since I am completely without witty things to say, I'm going to say this instead.
If you are a web designer, amateur or otherwise, and you have code that makes the mouse cursor turn into a little crosshairs or things of that nature, I AM COMING FOR YOU. NOWHERE IS SAFE. REPENT LEST YE BE JUDGED.
You may now stop quivering in fear at this Godlike proclamation, and commence stripping that filthy, filthy code out of your site. Thank you.
(Wow, wasn't that an Ooooner moment. Perhaps we should coin an obnoxious slang term, saying that an "ooooner" is an intensely vitriolic rant about something more-or-less inconsequential. Sorry, Amber. ;-D)
8:36 PM | e-mail |
If you are a web designer, amateur or otherwise, and you have code that makes the mouse cursor turn into a little crosshairs or things of that nature, I AM COMING FOR YOU. NOWHERE IS SAFE. REPENT LEST YE BE JUDGED.
You may now stop quivering in fear at this Godlike proclamation, and commence stripping that filthy, filthy code out of your site. Thank you.
(Wow, wasn't that an Ooooner moment. Perhaps we should coin an obnoxious slang term, saying that an "ooooner" is an intensely vitriolic rant about something more-or-less inconsequential. Sorry, Amber. ;-D)
8:36 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, April 24, 2001
Moby's Area: One Festival has its dates and venues. The closest it will come to me is Atlanta. DAMN it.
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4:20 PM | e-mail |
Sorry about the post drought. I've been registering for classes, finishing up in my current classes, sorting out my housing for next year, and beginning to pack up my life here in anticipation of the move back to Florida on the 8th. Hopefully I'll be wittier soon.
In the meantime, I can't encourage you enough to go read the last week of not.so.soft. Meg's been consistently astounding me with the amazing things she's done in her life, and her enviable skill at recounting them. She's catapulting up to the #1 slot on my must-read list...
And a grand hey-ho to A Fire Inside, who took me up on my recommendation of IDORU. You won't regret it, I promise.
4:04 PM | e-mail |
In the meantime, I can't encourage you enough to go read the last week of not.so.soft. Meg's been consistently astounding me with the amazing things she's done in her life, and her enviable skill at recounting them. She's catapulting up to the #1 slot on my must-read list...
And a grand hey-ho to A Fire Inside, who took me up on my recommendation of IDORU. You won't regret it, I promise.
4:04 PM | e-mail |
Sunday, April 22, 2001
Wow. I've spent the whole day downloading the recent U2 concerts (dork! dork!). And the Charlotte show -- despite its truncated setlist -- is EXCELLENT. The MP3s are high-quality, and the performance is superb -- dare I say it, better than my hallowed Miami show. If you're interested, check it out.
The Calgary show is also excellent. I'm gonna be burning both of these to CD as soon as I get back to Florida...
2:36 AM | e-mail |
The Calgary show is also excellent. I'm gonna be burning both of these to CD as soon as I get back to Florida...
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Saturday, April 21, 2001
The Cure aren't dead after all, apparently. They'll headline the Roskilde Festival this year, and have apparently been in the studio at least once since the release of what was supposed to be their swan song, Bloodflowers (which I still haven't bought). How many times have they done this now?
3:50 PM | e-mail |
3:50 PM | e-mail |
Friday, April 20, 2001
"You haven't told me what I'm looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
From William Gibson's Idoru. I love this fucking book. This is my third time through it.
7:24 PM | e-mail |
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
From William Gibson's Idoru. I love this fucking book. This is my third time through it.
7:24 PM | e-mail |
Meg is back, with a sleek new design and some extraordinarily moving / interesting / all-things-cool new posts. Welcome back. We love you. Or at least the facet of you that comes through our modems. And I guess we'll all have to accept that for now.
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2:05 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, April 19, 2001
Well, I'm back from the Radiohead function. A good time was had by all. For some, too good a time, but I'll mention that later. It seems ridiculous to do a rundown on the album's tracks, since most everyone has heard the thing by now or has made a conscious decision not to, but I will tell you that it is pretty much all good. "Knives Out" bores me with its relentless normalcy, but otherwise the whole thing is pleasingly out-there. It's basically KID A 2 with a heavier, darker beat. So as said before, if you weren't a KID A fan, then (1) figure out why and (2) approach this album with optimistic caution. You will hear guitars this time, but not many. That said, "I Might Be Wrong" is going to kick your ass. And "Like Spinning Plates" has made my list of Top Ten Songs That Aliens Have Sex To. Wizard.
Anyway, the two most notable events of the evening. First (though not in sequence), I won a Radiohead t-shirt in a Capitol Records raffle. Which is cool, but unfortunately it's quite small (It's a medium. I wear an extra large. It's entirely form-fitting, which is a shame since I've got no form to speak of), and to be brutally honest, as cool as the shirt is, I kind of wish I'd gotten the other prize -- the new Idlewild album, 100 BROKEN WINDOWS. But life definitely goes on, and the shirt is cool -- I'll try to make / find an image. The second notable event: Somebody streaked for Radiohead. As soon as the album finished playing, a nice gentlemen from the NYU Program Board got up to hype their upcoming Grandaddy concert and to announce the raffle, and some random guy took that opportunity to take off all his clothes and run up on stage and yell "YEAH! RADIOHEAD! WOOOO!" He then trotted politely back to his seat, announcing "THE NEW ALBUM IS OUT IN MAY! OR JUNE! OR SOMETHING!" and putting his clothes back on. It is worth noting that the place was plastered in posters announcing the release date as June 5th, 2001. But bah, details.
I have any number of other things to say, but I'm struggling to restore myself to a non-nocturnal sleep schedule, and I've got class at 9:30 tomorrow morning. We'll talk more later.
10:41 PM | e-mail |
Anyway, the two most notable events of the evening. First (though not in sequence), I won a Radiohead t-shirt in a Capitol Records raffle. Which is cool, but unfortunately it's quite small (It's a medium. I wear an extra large. It's entirely form-fitting, which is a shame since I've got no form to speak of), and to be brutally honest, as cool as the shirt is, I kind of wish I'd gotten the other prize -- the new Idlewild album, 100 BROKEN WINDOWS. But life definitely goes on, and the shirt is cool -- I'll try to make / find an image. The second notable event: Somebody streaked for Radiohead. As soon as the album finished playing, a nice gentlemen from the NYU Program Board got up to hype their upcoming Grandaddy concert and to announce the raffle, and some random guy took that opportunity to take off all his clothes and run up on stage and yell "YEAH! RADIOHEAD! WOOOO!" He then trotted politely back to his seat, announcing "THE NEW ALBUM IS OUT IN MAY! OR JUNE! OR SOMETHING!" and putting his clothes back on. It is worth noting that the place was plastered in posters announcing the release date as June 5th, 2001. But bah, details.
I have any number of other things to say, but I'm struggling to restore myself to a non-nocturnal sleep schedule, and I've got class at 9:30 tomorrow morning. We'll talk more later.
10:41 PM | e-mail |
Kabir from Seething Hatred has set up at a new shop, so go check it out. And while you're at it, go visit some of the other people I have linked in the Weblogs section; there've been some new faces added down there recently, and they're all stand-up folk. And say happy birthday to Caroline, even though it won't be her birthday anymore in about ten minutes. ;-)
Off to the Radiohead listening party in a little less than an hour. Hope I get in, I've got no idea what to expect re: attendance...
4:48 PM | e-mail |
Off to the Radiohead listening party in a little less than an hour. Hope I get in, I've got no idea what to expect re: attendance...
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Wednesday, April 18, 2001
AAARRGGHH!!! First the Afghan Whigs, and now another band I was just getting into, Skunk Anansie, are breaking up. I can't win.
3:28 PM | e-mail |
3:28 PM | e-mail |
Add another bizarre item to the list of Things I'll Do To Avoid Homework: Make Ross interview me for a new About Me section. Yow.
2:57 AM | e-mail |
2:57 AM | e-mail |
In the future, if you see me online (AIM: logovisual) at 2:45 in the morning, tell me to STOP FUCKING AROUND AND DO MY GODDAMN HOMEWORK.
1:43 AM | e-mail |
1:43 AM | e-mail |
Tuesday, April 17, 2001
Be back later, I promise, but for now, I'm just going to brag about the fact that there's a Radiohead listening party for AMNESIAC here at NYU on Thursday night, and you can't go. Ha ha. (Even if you're in the NYC area, you need NYU ID to get in.)
I've only got about half of the album downloaded -- all the websites keep coming down before I can get everything -- but it's good shit. *Yes* it is like KID A, *no* I don't want to listen to you whining about it. Not that anybody I know really disliked KID A. It wasn't their best album, but there's nothing wrong with doing something new. I've been through this before with U2, and I will fight for Radiohead's right to stop playing their guitars every so often...
In any event, if "Packt Like Sardines In A Crush'd Tin Box" and "Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors" don't rock you right out in an ironic bleepy-bloopy kind of way, you're dead.
4:44 PM | e-mail |
I've only got about half of the album downloaded -- all the websites keep coming down before I can get everything -- but it's good shit. *Yes* it is like KID A, *no* I don't want to listen to you whining about it. Not that anybody I know really disliked KID A. It wasn't their best album, but there's nothing wrong with doing something new. I've been through this before with U2, and I will fight for Radiohead's right to stop playing their guitars every so often...
In any event, if "Packt Like Sardines In A Crush'd Tin Box" and "Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors" don't rock you right out in an ironic bleepy-bloopy kind of way, you're dead.
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Saturday, April 14, 2001
I told you, people! I told you!!! The first review of the MOULIN ROUGE soundtrack is in, and they won't stop raving. Even if they don't understand how the Best Song category works at the Academy Awards (no covers allowed). Get excited.
(via U2Log)
To whet your appetite, I've added the new version of "Lady Marmalade (Voulez-Vouz Coucher Avec Moi?)," by Li'l Kim, Christina Aguilera, Mya, and Pink, to Do You Feel Loved? Radio, across BOTH connection speeds. I've also added the original "Children of The Revolution" by T. Rex (it'll be covered by Bono, Gavin Friday, and Maurice Seezer on the soundtrack) to both stations. Go and love.
8:54 PM | e-mail |
(via U2Log)
To whet your appetite, I've added the new version of "Lady Marmalade (Voulez-Vouz Coucher Avec Moi?)," by Li'l Kim, Christina Aguilera, Mya, and Pink, to Do You Feel Loved? Radio, across BOTH connection speeds. I've also added the original "Children of The Revolution" by T. Rex (it'll be covered by Bono, Gavin Friday, and Maurice Seezer on the soundtrack) to both stations. Go and love.
8:54 PM | e-mail |
R.E.M. have thrown a listening party, and you're all invited! Hear six tracks from the new album in full -- "The Lifting," "I've Been High" (Which is great), "She Just Wants To Be" (Expect some single action on this one), "Saturn Return," "Imitation Of Life," and "Disappear." The album sounds like a happy mix of the vastly underrated (as these things normally are) UP and the vastly beloved OUT OF TIME. Muy bueno.
1:37 AM | e-mail |
1:37 AM | e-mail |
Walked up to Times Square this evening, from 8th Street to 42nd Street (mainly on Fifth Avenue). I love that walk, especially at evening, about an hour before sunset, when the air is cool and everyone's on the way home or is filtering through the parks at Union Square and Madison Square and the Flatiron. The sun shines off the Empire State Building and it's dazzling. My objective in Times Square was, of course, Virgin, where I figured I would buy something deep and artsy, like Agaetis Byrjun or the new Nick Cave and PJ Harvey singles. But what do I walk out with?
Light Years. Kylie Minogue.
$21 for the import, since it hasn't been domestically released, and I get a bonus disc of remixes and stuff*. But still. "Guilty pleasure" doesn't even begin to define it. Yes, "Your Disco Needs You" is perhaps the most perfect pop song in the history of mankind (The Village Voice described it as "so brilliant I want to squeeze your American nipples so hard you'll be screaming her name for mercy," and I'm inclined to agree), but still. Yikes.
I held the thing face-down against my leg while waiting in line at the checkout. I walked through Times Square and sat on the subway, all the while keeping the thing wrapped tightly in Virgin's blessedly-opaque red plastic bag, attempting to conceal its implied statement of flaming homosexuality from the masses. Not that there's anything wrong with being queer. Except that there is something wrong with it, or at least according to some strange subconscious part of my brain. Or at least there's something wrong with being stereotypical. Or owning a Kylie Minogue album. GAAAAHHHHH. I don't know what I'm talking about. Suffice it to say, I was embarassed to walk through the streets of New York with it. Don't ask me why. If there's any American city that's tolerant of people listening to torchy Euro-pop this is it. I live in the Village, after all.
All unjustified feelings of absurdity aside, the thing rocks like a banshee. No regrets. ;-)
Coming tomorrow (later today): A story of my roommate, the video store, and The Thin White Duke.
1:15 AM | e-mail |
Light Years. Kylie Minogue.
$21 for the import, since it hasn't been domestically released, and I get a bonus disc of remixes and stuff*. But still. "Guilty pleasure" doesn't even begin to define it. Yes, "Your Disco Needs You" is perhaps the most perfect pop song in the history of mankind (The Village Voice described it as "so brilliant I want to squeeze your American nipples so hard you'll be screaming her name for mercy," and I'm inclined to agree), but still. Yikes.
I held the thing face-down against my leg while waiting in line at the checkout. I walked through Times Square and sat on the subway, all the while keeping the thing wrapped tightly in Virgin's blessedly-opaque red plastic bag, attempting to conceal its implied statement of flaming homosexuality from the masses. Not that there's anything wrong with being queer. Except that there is something wrong with it, or at least according to some strange subconscious part of my brain. Or at least there's something wrong with being stereotypical. Or owning a Kylie Minogue album. GAAAAHHHHH. I don't know what I'm talking about. Suffice it to say, I was embarassed to walk through the streets of New York with it. Don't ask me why. If there's any American city that's tolerant of people listening to torchy Euro-pop this is it. I live in the Village, after all.
All unjustified feelings of absurdity aside, the thing rocks like a banshee. No regrets. ;-)
Coming tomorrow (later today): A story of my roommate, the video store, and The Thin White Duke.
1:15 AM | e-mail |
Thursday, April 12, 2001
Is Blogger functioning yet?
Depeche Mode have finalized their tour schedule, including venues and on-sale dates. Sunday, July 8th, in Tampa, at the Ice Palace -- that'll be me, yessir. You?
9:46 PM | e-mail |
Depeche Mode have finalized their tour schedule, including venues and on-sale dates. Sunday, July 8th, in Tampa, at the Ice Palace -- that'll be me, yessir. You?
9:46 PM | e-mail |
This is the best news I've heard all day. "Clippy," that annoying little piece of shit from Microsoft Office 97, has been axed. (More or less.)
4:52 PM | e-mail |
4:52 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, April 11, 2001
Continuing to crib links from Disinfo, I bring you the Global Media Ownership Chart. See the media giants and their holdings. I thought I knew everything but some of these surprised even me. What a remarkably scary world we live in. (Note: Page takes some time to load on slower modems.)
5:57 PM | e-mail |
5:57 PM | e-mail |
Prol is my hero. The Nick Cave footage I inquired about a few posts ago? Oh yeah, she found it. Thank you SOOOOOO much. Cave makes funny squidgey faces when he sings, doesn't he? And I don't think children should ever be allowed in the same room as a band that calls itself "The Bad Seeds"...
4:35 PM | e-mail |
4:35 PM | e-mail |
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief, every actor is a big, big prostitute. Marlon Brando will be paid $2 million to make a cameo in the opening sequence of SCARY MOVIE 2. Just... ick. (And if you care about spoilers, maybe you shouldn't click that link, though if you're worried about having SCARY MOVIE 2 ruined for you then I don't respect you.)
4:03 PM | e-mail |
4:03 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, April 10, 2001
Reasons To Stop Reading Metafilter, #75,682:
Fan2000's Plumpers Page, in which a man takes images of celebrities and Photoshops them until they are fat, fat, fat versions of themselves. Britney, Brooke, J-Lo, they're all here. Methinks it's time to become a Luddite.
7:01 PM | e-mail |
Fan2000's Plumpers Page, in which a man takes images of celebrities and Photoshops them until they are fat, fat, fat versions of themselves. Britney, Brooke, J-Lo, they're all here. Methinks it's time to become a Luddite.
7:01 PM | e-mail |
***THIS IS AN ALL-POINTS BULLETIN: HELP IS NEEDED. READ ON.***
I just got the new Nick Cave album. But because I'm should-be-living-in-a-cardboard-box poor, I didn't cough up the full $25 for the bonus disc with b-sides and video footage. Does anybody know where I can find that footage on the Net? (Don't worry so much about the b-sides, I'm sure those are Napster-able.)
***YOU MAY NOW STAND DOWN.***
6:32 PM | e-mail |
I just got the new Nick Cave album. But because I'm should-be-living-in-a-cardboard-box poor, I didn't cough up the full $25 for the bonus disc with b-sides and video footage. Does anybody know where I can find that footage on the Net? (Don't worry so much about the b-sides, I'm sure those are Napster-able.)
***YOU MAY NOW STAND DOWN.***
6:32 PM | e-mail |
McDonald's is adopting new policies for how its slaughterhouses treat animals. The changes are small thus far, but it's the complete reversal in attitude that matters. Hopefully, they'll roll out bigger, better, and kinder initiatives soon...
(Once again, it's Shey's world, we just live in it.)
3:36 PM | e-mail |
(Once again, it's Shey's world, we just live in it.)
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Monday, April 09, 2001
Walking up LaGuardia Place on my way back from returning the video, I watched storm clouds blow up over the gold-lit spire of the Empire State Building and down over Washington Square Park. It was a hot day today, warmer than any we've had in months, and it paid off in a crackling storm that just came through, lightning flaring in an orange spring city-night sky and rain cracking against my window. Beautiful.
7:01 PM | e-mail |
7:01 PM | e-mail |
Just finished watching The Million Dollar Hotel on DVD. I'd been following the progress of that movie since 1997 or 1998, when I first learned that Bono had written a screenplay (while reading the excellent U2 At The End Of The World, indispensable for anybody with even a passing fancy for the band). The plot was interesting enough, and the very notion of a movie from Bono's mind was enough to keep me riveted as it made the Hollywood rounds. And it did. And went around, and around, and around. Finally Wenders and Gibson and Jovovich all signed on, and the thing was made, and the soundtrack came out and it was wonderful, and it won the Silver Bear at Cannes...
And then the negative reviews started coming in, and in, and in. The movie was completely and utterly trashed. I resigned myself to the notion that a decent idea went to hell in the execution -- as these things normally go -- and as its U.S. release became more and more unlikely, I lost interest. When it came to town (briefly), I didn't even drag my sad carcass to see it. Granted, I was flat broke, but I could've found a way.
So anyway, now it's out on DVD and Jeremy brings it home last night. So of course I watched it this afternoon, prepared to hate it (my friend Dan, who normally has impeccable taste, had watched it about a week earlier and despised it). And as it turns out, I actually do like it. Which worries me. Because I know that it's not a great movie. It has some very boring spots, some very pretentious spots, and some moments of truly awful dialogue, as well as a couple of hellaciously bad performances (I don't ever want to see Jimmy Smits' face again). But then, there are the great parts too. Visually, it's exquisite, one of the most beautiful things I've seen put on film. Most of the characters are intriguing to at least some degree (not all, mind you). But I'm still worried that my much-vaunted impartiality as a reviewer has been destroyed, because before I even saw this movie I felt like I knew the characters personally, from the years of reading and listening to the music and just imagining how it could work. So it was actually a good film experience for me, but it felt like a stolen, guilty pleasure, enjoying something I wasn't supposed to, and shouldn't have at all, and the very act of enjoying it makes me less of a valid art critic or something. But then I wonder if that even fucking matters.
So. To make this whole post irrelevant: I liked the movie. Maybe you wouldn't, or didn't. If you see it, or have seen it, I'd be curious to know what you thought.
6:57 PM | e-mail |
And then the negative reviews started coming in, and in, and in. The movie was completely and utterly trashed. I resigned myself to the notion that a decent idea went to hell in the execution -- as these things normally go -- and as its U.S. release became more and more unlikely, I lost interest. When it came to town (briefly), I didn't even drag my sad carcass to see it. Granted, I was flat broke, but I could've found a way.
So anyway, now it's out on DVD and Jeremy brings it home last night. So of course I watched it this afternoon, prepared to hate it (my friend Dan, who normally has impeccable taste, had watched it about a week earlier and despised it). And as it turns out, I actually do like it. Which worries me. Because I know that it's not a great movie. It has some very boring spots, some very pretentious spots, and some moments of truly awful dialogue, as well as a couple of hellaciously bad performances (I don't ever want to see Jimmy Smits' face again). But then, there are the great parts too. Visually, it's exquisite, one of the most beautiful things I've seen put on film. Most of the characters are intriguing to at least some degree (not all, mind you). But I'm still worried that my much-vaunted impartiality as a reviewer has been destroyed, because before I even saw this movie I felt like I knew the characters personally, from the years of reading and listening to the music and just imagining how it could work. So it was actually a good film experience for me, but it felt like a stolen, guilty pleasure, enjoying something I wasn't supposed to, and shouldn't have at all, and the very act of enjoying it makes me less of a valid art critic or something. But then I wonder if that even fucking matters.
So. To make this whole post irrelevant: I liked the movie. Maybe you wouldn't, or didn't. If you see it, or have seen it, I'd be curious to know what you thought.
6:57 PM | e-mail |
Sunday, April 08, 2001
I think I watched something about this on the plane down to Florida last month. DNA evidence might have just added credence to the existence of the Himalayan Yeti. All I can say is "spiffy." And that I'm not surprised.
Related link: The Myakka Skunk Ape post.
(Yeti link from Disinfo)
10:42 PM | e-mail |
Related link: The Myakka Skunk Ape post.
(Yeti link from Disinfo)
10:42 PM | e-mail |
From Metafilter comes a link to a speech by cyberpunk author and Viridian Movement leader Bruce Sterling: Free As Air, Free As Water, Free As Knowledge. This man has much to say about how life should be lived amongst emerging technologies. Listen to him, because I certainly am now.
3:56 PM | e-mail |
3:56 PM | e-mail |
Whoa. Mr. Beller's Neighborhood, mapping New York through stories told about it. Since nystories.net isn't active yet, I sense I'm going to be spending some time at this site...
(via shey.net, as so many great things are)
2:58 PM | e-mail |
(via shey.net, as so many great things are)
2:58 PM | e-mail |
Y'know, I'm not fond of brown as a color, really, but I guess this is accurate. Sort of. The questions were loaded. ;-) (Ah, the great unsatisfying-survey-result fallback crutch...) There go my rock and roll dreams.
2:45 AM | e-mail |
2:45 AM | e-mail |
Saturday, April 07, 2001
Warning. The following blog entry contains heartfelt personal commentary about Chris' life, of the kind not normally found on doyoufeelloved.com. If you're looking for the funny post about Kylie Minogue and wearing a dress, just click here.
I've been writing entirely too much about music lately. More than I "should." It's just supposed to be one of my interests, not something I spend all of my time with. But I do. I spend a lot of time on the computer, and most of it is spent downloading music or doing something with it -- building a radio station, writing about it, blogging about it. I'm not sure if it's my idle mind locking onto something that everybody can relate to -- I'd love to blog about comics like that here, but so few people would understand it wouldn't be worth it -- or something more. More and more frequently, I have idle fantasies about being a musician. Which is a problem, because I don't know how to play an instrument and I'm a basically-average singer. I played piano when I was young, but I can't even read sheet music anymore. This might all just be a symptom of my intense and overwhelming desire to be Bono. But maybe it's a hint that I'm on the wrong path.
For example, writing comics -- that's something I haven't done in months. I've written more songs in the last year than I have comics scripts, and I've only written one song. I'm finding that I just can't think in terms of panel structure right now. I can still envision a scene, and film-style scripts are still relatively easy, but panel rhythm and page breakdowns and all of that are slipping away from me. I've given a lot of thought to editing as a profession, but honestly, I wouldn't be comfortable doing that unless I solidly knew my way around the writing of a comics script. I know what a good comic looks like when it's done, but the whole point of being an editor is to be there before it's done.
Eddie recently changed majors, to a combination of English and music theory. Big step. I don't know enough about the business of making music to even take entry-level courses on it right now. But the thought of it appeals to me. I think I might try to learn guitar this summer. Or sit down and teach myself the piano again. Something, I don't know. Whatever I do, it's got to be better than the way I live now.
Angst! Angst! I'm a happy-go-lucky guy on the whole, but even I have to admit that these last eight months have been a waste of my life. All my courses have been the required stuff that I need to get out of the way, and while I'm glad to be rid of them (almost entirely as of next semester), they've been hell on my social life. NYU is a big school, and if you're not taking classes dedicated to your major or point of interest (mine being English, writing, etc.), you're not going to stumble on people who share those interests. Unless your only interest is fucking yourself up every weekend on booze and drugs, a statement that appears to apply to about 75% of the population here. I've got nothing personal against alcohol and drugs, honestly. I don't use them, but if somebody else wants to, have a blast. Just don't be a fucking idiot, OK? Don't be a moron who lives only to get out of his mind on the weekends. It's like the weak-ass public service announcement says: a mind is a terrible thing to waste. I don't use drugs or alcohol because they're not conducive to thinking, and it makes me happy to think. I enjoy life more when I think. And if a moment calls for simple Zen thoughtlessness without analyzing, I can do that. I don't need to get stoned to stop worrying about my problems, or to see the beauty in the everyday, or whatever.
Fuck! Tangent!
But it's not a tangent, really, because that's the core problem here. I haven't found anybody like that, like me, at this school -- New York, the most diverse place in the nation, and nobody's like me. Nobody I've met, anyway. I'm sure they're here but I haven't found them. I also haven't been looking. I allowed myself to be beaten, because I'm lazy. When I realized cool people weren't going to fall into my lap, I retreated to the Internet, where I have a ready-made supply of them already lined up. And if you're somebody I know online, or who I communicate with primarily online, I want to take this opportunity to thank you, because you and this webpage are the only things that have kept me sane since about last October. Without you people, I'd probably be dead of a fucking heroin overdose by now, because I would've been doing it just to have something to do.
Boy, the profound thoughts you come up with on laundry night, eh?
Anyway, I guess this was just one big catharsis blog. I've had these thoughts on my brain for months, and I've shared parts of them with people before but I haven't just sat down and vomited it all out before. Hurray for this big dumb outlet. I will now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging. And don't worry about me, OK? I'll be fine, honestly. I'm just going to let this last month in NYC glide by, and then I'm going to recharge my batteries over the summer; and when I come back here in September, this place is going to be made my bitch, or by God I will die trying to make it so.
10:20 PM | e-mail |
I've been writing entirely too much about music lately. More than I "should." It's just supposed to be one of my interests, not something I spend all of my time with. But I do. I spend a lot of time on the computer, and most of it is spent downloading music or doing something with it -- building a radio station, writing about it, blogging about it. I'm not sure if it's my idle mind locking onto something that everybody can relate to -- I'd love to blog about comics like that here, but so few people would understand it wouldn't be worth it -- or something more. More and more frequently, I have idle fantasies about being a musician. Which is a problem, because I don't know how to play an instrument and I'm a basically-average singer. I played piano when I was young, but I can't even read sheet music anymore. This might all just be a symptom of my intense and overwhelming desire to be Bono. But maybe it's a hint that I'm on the wrong path.
For example, writing comics -- that's something I haven't done in months. I've written more songs in the last year than I have comics scripts, and I've only written one song. I'm finding that I just can't think in terms of panel structure right now. I can still envision a scene, and film-style scripts are still relatively easy, but panel rhythm and page breakdowns and all of that are slipping away from me. I've given a lot of thought to editing as a profession, but honestly, I wouldn't be comfortable doing that unless I solidly knew my way around the writing of a comics script. I know what a good comic looks like when it's done, but the whole point of being an editor is to be there before it's done.
Eddie recently changed majors, to a combination of English and music theory. Big step. I don't know enough about the business of making music to even take entry-level courses on it right now. But the thought of it appeals to me. I think I might try to learn guitar this summer. Or sit down and teach myself the piano again. Something, I don't know. Whatever I do, it's got to be better than the way I live now.
Angst! Angst! I'm a happy-go-lucky guy on the whole, but even I have to admit that these last eight months have been a waste of my life. All my courses have been the required stuff that I need to get out of the way, and while I'm glad to be rid of them (almost entirely as of next semester), they've been hell on my social life. NYU is a big school, and if you're not taking classes dedicated to your major or point of interest (mine being English, writing, etc.), you're not going to stumble on people who share those interests. Unless your only interest is fucking yourself up every weekend on booze and drugs, a statement that appears to apply to about 75% of the population here. I've got nothing personal against alcohol and drugs, honestly. I don't use them, but if somebody else wants to, have a blast. Just don't be a fucking idiot, OK? Don't be a moron who lives only to get out of his mind on the weekends. It's like the weak-ass public service announcement says: a mind is a terrible thing to waste. I don't use drugs or alcohol because they're not conducive to thinking, and it makes me happy to think. I enjoy life more when I think. And if a moment calls for simple Zen thoughtlessness without analyzing, I can do that. I don't need to get stoned to stop worrying about my problems, or to see the beauty in the everyday, or whatever.
Fuck! Tangent!
But it's not a tangent, really, because that's the core problem here. I haven't found anybody like that, like me, at this school -- New York, the most diverse place in the nation, and nobody's like me. Nobody I've met, anyway. I'm sure they're here but I haven't found them. I also haven't been looking. I allowed myself to be beaten, because I'm lazy. When I realized cool people weren't going to fall into my lap, I retreated to the Internet, where I have a ready-made supply of them already lined up. And if you're somebody I know online, or who I communicate with primarily online, I want to take this opportunity to thank you, because you and this webpage are the only things that have kept me sane since about last October. Without you people, I'd probably be dead of a fucking heroin overdose by now, because I would've been doing it just to have something to do.
Boy, the profound thoughts you come up with on laundry night, eh?
Anyway, I guess this was just one big catharsis blog. I've had these thoughts on my brain for months, and I've shared parts of them with people before but I haven't just sat down and vomited it all out before. Hurray for this big dumb outlet. I will now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging. And don't worry about me, OK? I'll be fine, honestly. I'm just going to let this last month in NYC glide by, and then I'm going to recharge my batteries over the summer; and when I come back here in September, this place is going to be made my bitch, or by God I will die trying to make it so.
10:20 PM | e-mail |
Close personal friends of mine know how much I loathed the experience of wearing a dress (it was for a play).
But after forty-eight hours of exposure to "Your Disco Needs You," I think I might just drop out of college and become a Kylie Minogue drag queen.
Persuade me otherwise, before I hurt myself.
1:22 AM | e-mail |
But after forty-eight hours of exposure to "Your Disco Needs You," I think I might just drop out of college and become a Kylie Minogue drag queen.
Persuade me otherwise, before I hurt myself.
1:22 AM | e-mail |
Friday, April 06, 2001
I post way too many music links here. But.
U2. "Elevation." TOMB RAIDER. Angelina Jolie. Evil dopplegangers. Ohhhhhh yeah.
10:23 PM | e-mail |
U2. "Elevation." TOMB RAIDER. Angelina Jolie. Evil dopplegangers. Ohhhhhh yeah.
10:23 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, April 05, 2001
Holy Mother of Fuck. Michael Jackson Does "Some Gangsta Shit." I am broken.
And an update on MOBYPALOOZA (I refuse to call it "Area 1," "Mobypalooza" is so much cooler): Outkast, New Order, The Roots, and Carl Cox are all on board. I am officially So There. (Here's the article)
5:22 PM | e-mail |
And an update on MOBYPALOOZA (I refuse to call it "Area 1," "Mobypalooza" is so much cooler): Outkast, New Order, The Roots, and Carl Cox are all on board. I am officially So There. (Here's the article)
5:22 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, April 04, 2001
Y'know, the government really ought to be regulating the use of Flash. I'm beginning to think censorship is a good thing.
11:18 PM | e-mail |
11:18 PM | e-mail |
There is nothing better than making pointless lists. Via AIM conversations with Ross and Thomas, I've formulated this list of the Top Ten Greatest Musical Artists To Emerge In The 1990s. If you put something out before 1990, you don't qualify. Unless it was under a different name. So before you yell "NIRVANA!" "PUMPKINS!" at me, I shall remind you that their first output was in 1989. Bitch. Criteria involved: Make music that at least SOMEBODY thinks doesn't suck, make an impact on the music scene, be generally good rockstars, whatever that means, and be somebody I like (ahem, that one's not quite true, well maybe a bit). Anyway, in no particular order:
11:12 PM | e-mail |
- The Afghan Whigs
- Moby
- Radiohead
- Rage Against The Machine
- Garbage
- Weezer
- Outkast
- PJ Harvey
- Ani DiFranco
- The Fugees
11:12 PM | e-mail |
Great link from Prol: Bush Soundbite Quiz. Pick out the dumbfuck things he's actually said from the dumbfuck things he hasn't said. I hate our president.
Also in the same entry, Prol points to this article about the U.S.'s cultural awareness of Europe, i.e. there isn't any. It's more than a bit biased and it paints America in some broad and innacurate strokes (not EVERYBODY conforms to stereotypes; I can't believe journalists need to be reminded of this), but it does contain quite a bit of truth about life in this country. And life in this country depresses me sometimes. Often, in fact. I think I might move to England or Ireland or something, if I can ever afford it...
3:12 PM | e-mail |
Also in the same entry, Prol points to this article about the U.S.'s cultural awareness of Europe, i.e. there isn't any. It's more than a bit biased and it paints America in some broad and innacurate strokes (not EVERYBODY conforms to stereotypes; I can't believe journalists need to be reminded of this), but it does contain quite a bit of truth about life in this country. And life in this country depresses me sometimes. Often, in fact. I think I might move to England or Ireland or something, if I can ever afford it...
3:12 PM | e-mail |
The Portfolio section is far from ready to go live, but in the meantime, I've posted two short pieces. "It's Gonna Be... DOOM!" imagines an apocalypse you wouldn't expect, and "Who Is She?" is the piece I babbled incoherently about two posts ago. Interested?
1:49 AM | e-mail |
1:49 AM | e-mail |
Tuesday, April 03, 2001
The story which made my night:
So there's a friend of mine. In order to protect the integrity of his identity, we're going to name him... "Calin." And anyway, "Calin" has a really, really huge crush on their sociology teacher, who we'll call "Ms. Smith." But my other friend (whom we shall call "Ban," and who exorted me to give out Calin's phone number and address, but I thought better, or worse, of it) suspected her of being, in his own words, "quietly dykey." So Calin pines, and Ban laughs at him about it, and Calin verges on tears, and Ban has to assure him that she probably wants boys a whole lot, and in fact probably craves him (Calin) sexually.
And then one day a fellow comes along and taps them on the shoulder and breaks Calin's whole world. "Conclusive evidence!" he says, "I saw Ms. Smith at a lesbian party with her dyke-ass girlfriend. SLAM!" (Ed. note -- "SLAM!" added to story for dramatic effect by writer)
So Calin is heartbroken, and he probably cries for a while, and then, about two minutes before sociology one day, he finally comes to terms with it.
And in walks Ms. Smith dressed in a suit, coat, tie, and painted-on facial hair.
As it turns out, she was illustrating the arbitrary nature of gender roles or some such po-mo foppery. But that is, I think you'll all agree, the most beautifully timed moment in the history of the cosmos, and I think we should all give God (who clearly exists, as this evidence suggests) a big hand.
11:31 PM | e-mail |
So there's a friend of mine. In order to protect the integrity of his identity, we're going to name him... "Calin." And anyway, "Calin" has a really, really huge crush on their sociology teacher, who we'll call "Ms. Smith." But my other friend (whom we shall call "Ban," and who exorted me to give out Calin's phone number and address, but I thought better, or worse, of it) suspected her of being, in his own words, "quietly dykey." So Calin pines, and Ban laughs at him about it, and Calin verges on tears, and Ban has to assure him that she probably wants boys a whole lot, and in fact probably craves him (Calin) sexually.
And then one day a fellow comes along and taps them on the shoulder and breaks Calin's whole world. "Conclusive evidence!" he says, "I saw Ms. Smith at a lesbian party with her dyke-ass girlfriend. SLAM!" (Ed. note -- "SLAM!" added to story for dramatic effect by writer)
So Calin is heartbroken, and he probably cries for a while, and then, about two minutes before sociology one day, he finally comes to terms with it.
And in walks Ms. Smith dressed in a suit, coat, tie, and painted-on facial hair.
As it turns out, she was illustrating the arbitrary nature of gender roles or some such po-mo foppery. But that is, I think you'll all agree, the most beautifully timed moment in the history of the cosmos, and I think we should all give God (who clearly exists, as this evidence suggests) a big hand.
11:31 PM | e-mail |
Today involved oversleeping, commuting, bargains, pizza, contact with humans not seen in some time, spurt of creativity, frustration, evaluation, satisfaction with creativity after trials, and sitting at the computer. Boppy. I can't muster anything more than that, since my brain is half-lingering / half-chugging-forward re: the spurt of creativity mentioned earlier; I've got the first draft of something, and I need the second by tomorrow, and I'm not sure what's going to happen. So I'm confused as to whether or not I'm stuck (mentally) in the first draft, or if I'm dynamically moving forward.
I MAKE NO SENSE! YAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!
Anyway, in the hopes of acheiving catharsis, I'll be posting the thing in question to my Portfolio tonight. Stay tuned.
7:18 PM | e-mail |
I MAKE NO SENSE! YAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!
Anyway, in the hopes of acheiving catharsis, I'll be posting the thing in question to my Portfolio tonight. Stay tuned.
7:18 PM | e-mail |
The first full recording of U2's Elevation Tour 2001 kickoff in Miami on March 24th (subtitled: the greatest night of my life) has finally hit the web. It's Real Audio, it's poor quality, but it's finally here. The ice is broken.
12:14 AM | e-mail |
12:14 AM | e-mail |
Monday, April 02, 2001
Headlines like this make my day. Combs Says P. Diddy Not About The Bling-Bling. And it's a good thing, too. ;-)
(The nation still hasn't wrapped its brains around the concept of "P. Diddy" yet, have they? God knows I haven't.)
And hey, the rumored "Mobypalooza" tour (alternative rock and dance festival organized by Moby) is official, and it's got a name -- "Area 1" -- and three confirmed acts -- Moby himself, Incubus, and Paul Oakenfold. More to come at a press conference later this month. For now, read more. Can't say I'm an Incubus lover, but I'm probably on board for this one anyway... Moby puts on a brilliant live show, might be worth it for that alone.
3:01 PM | e-mail |
(The nation still hasn't wrapped its brains around the concept of "P. Diddy" yet, have they? God knows I haven't.)
And hey, the rumored "Mobypalooza" tour (alternative rock and dance festival organized by Moby) is official, and it's got a name -- "Area 1" -- and three confirmed acts -- Moby himself, Incubus, and Paul Oakenfold. More to come at a press conference later this month. For now, read more. Can't say I'm an Incubus lover, but I'm probably on board for this one anyway... Moby puts on a brilliant live show, might be worth it for that alone.
3:01 PM | e-mail |
The cover to Radiohead's upcoming album AMNESIAC is now the frontpage at www.radiohead.com. Go work yourselves into a fever of navel-gazing-rawk-and-roll-but-not-anymore joy.
12:01 PM | e-mail |
12:01 PM | e-mail |
Blogger keeps subtly losing the most recently added portion of my template. It's very frustrating, especially because I keep losing my Stats4All code. Everyone else is bitching and talking about moving to Greymatter, but y'know, Blogger's served me well otherwise, and besides, I'm attached to it now. It's like a pet. ;-)
And for the record, that post down there about IE 5.5 is the one that was mysteriously dated into the dark and spooky future. Pretend it says 2:47 AM and all will be well.
11:50 AM | e-mail |
And for the record, that post down there about IE 5.5 is the one that was mysteriously dated into the dark and spooky future. Pretend it says 2:47 AM and all will be well.
11:50 AM | e-mail |
If you were using Internet Explorer 5.5 to view this site, it sucked a whole lot of ass. But not anymore. A riotous hurrah resounded across the land, and I did a little dance and sang a song. Do you think I'm joking about that? Because I'm not. I really did dance and sing, and say "huzzah." I'm that kind of guy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: If you're using Netscape 4, you are a bad person. This now works in everything but your browser, and you should be ashamed of yourself. ;-)
And now I shall sleep. Wooooooo.
2:47 AM | e-mail |
I've said it before and I'll say it again: If you're using Netscape 4, you are a bad person. This now works in everything but your browser, and you should be ashamed of yourself. ;-)
And now I shall sleep. Wooooooo.
2:47 AM | e-mail |
...OK, so I think Daylight Savings Time broke Blogger's brain. Meg mentioned problems earlier, and now I have a post that I edited that is just sitting in my posts section, dated ahead to 3:47 AM, and it isn't showing up on the blog even though I posted it some time ago. My head hurts.
2:45 AM | e-mail |
2:45 AM | e-mail |
Calling All Pathetic Geek-Children!
If you caught last night's X-FILES, please please please e-mail me with the details. I was helping my sister set up her new computer, and forgot about the show entirely... teach me to miss a new episode.
2:42 AM | e-mail |
If you caught last night's X-FILES, please please please e-mail me with the details. I was helping my sister set up her new computer, and forgot about the show entirely... teach me to miss a new episode.
2:42 AM | e-mail |
Sunday, April 01, 2001
Toast In The Machine. Complete genius, I'm telling you. Gotta love April Fool's day; if only I'd participated this year. But sadly, I was too bogged down in literalism...
Wait, that's not true! View my rejected U2Log April Fool's joke -- Corrslog.com.
(We went with this instead. Which is also very funny.)
6:14 PM | e-mail |
Wait, that's not true! View my rejected U2Log April Fool's joke -- Corrslog.com.
(We went with this instead. Which is also very funny.)
6:14 PM | e-mail |
Welcome to DOYOUFEELLOVED.com, everyone. My lifelong dream (OK, last-six-months-long dream) of owning my own domain name has been realized. Of course, it's not much to write home about yet, but hey, I've got stuff to do this weekend. By mid-week everything should be up and running appropriately. In the meantime, update your bookmarks and links -- Not Enough Of Me is no more. The epic era of Do You Feel Loved begins.
Status report of the site's full launch: The design of this place is pretty mutable at the moment. I'll be tweaking it until I'm happy with it, which should be on the 5th of never. My non-Blogger archives, and my CD collection page, are still hosted back at the Geocities site, and I will move them as soon as I finish my homework. School sucks. The Portfolio section is not live yet, and probably won't be for some time, but when it is, it's where I'll be posting my various writings. So if you feel like killing some time with my amateur literary efforts, you'll be able to. But not yet. And if you're using Netscape 4, or a similarly aged browser, you'll notice that this place doesn't look too hot. That's because your browser doesn't support CSS appropriately, and you need to get a new one.
OK, I'd love to hit you with more pearls of wisdom, but I'm up to my ears in work. Have a good one.
4:55 PM | e-mail |
Status report of the site's full launch: The design of this place is pretty mutable at the moment. I'll be tweaking it until I'm happy with it, which should be on the 5th of never. My non-Blogger archives, and my CD collection page, are still hosted back at the Geocities site, and I will move them as soon as I finish my homework. School sucks. The Portfolio section is not live yet, and probably won't be for some time, but when it is, it's where I'll be posting my various writings. So if you feel like killing some time with my amateur literary efforts, you'll be able to. But not yet. And if you're using Netscape 4, or a similarly aged browser, you'll notice that this place doesn't look too hot. That's because your browser doesn't support CSS appropriately, and you need to get a new one.
OK, I'd love to hit you with more pearls of wisdom, but I'm up to my ears in work. Have a good one.
4:55 PM | e-mail |