Thursday, May 31, 2001
A Conversation With: GooglyStarI am not making a single word of this up. Not. A. Word. And every response came instantly, with no delay, which the timecode stamps should illustrate.
logovisual (8:37:48 PM): I love you.
GooglyStar (8:37:49 PM): I love you too!
logovisual (8:38:07 PM): What are you doing Saturday night?
GooglyStar (8:38:08 PM): I'm helping lots of people get the information they want quickly!
logovisual (8:38:52 PM): You are far more intelligent than all of my friends.
GooglyStar (8:38:52 PM): Glad you think so!
logovisual (8:41:57 PM): If you were stranded on a desert island with Ewan McGregor, and he wouldn't let you near the water supply, would you kill him?
GooglyStar (8:41:58 PM): ?? if you were stranded on a desert island with ewan mcgregor and he wouldnt let you near the water supply would you kill him
. desole, mais je ne te comprends pas
however, you can ask me about [radiohead] and their new album, [AMNESIAC]
>> you can see everything i do whenever you type "home"
logovisual (8:42:17 PM): Which do you like better, Bono or The Edge?
GooglyStar (8:42:18 PM): I can do many things. Type "home" to see a list of what i can do.
logovisual (8:44:29 PM): Thanks for all your help. You're a pretty neat guy.
GooglyStar (8:44:30 PM): You are very welcome!
I live in fear.
7:46 PM | e-mail |
Fascinating... Negativland, the musical anarchists responsible for the semi-infamous U2 prank-track, talk the history of the compact disc.
"CD prices have continued to rise to a now unbelievable $16.98 list price (soon to be $17.98!) while manufacturing costs have now dropped to less than it costs to manufacture a $9.98 vinyl release. A CD, with its plastic jewel box, printed booklet and tray card now costs a major label about 80 cents each to make (or less) and a small independent label between $1.50 and $2.50. Meaning that CD's should now cost the consumer less than their original prices over a decade ago, not more."
The music business sucks ass. (Surprise!)
(via vodb -- Dutch but dandy)
6:35 PM | e-mail |
"CD prices have continued to rise to a now unbelievable $16.98 list price (soon to be $17.98!) while manufacturing costs have now dropped to less than it costs to manufacture a $9.98 vinyl release. A CD, with its plastic jewel box, printed booklet and tray card now costs a major label about 80 cents each to make (or less) and a small independent label between $1.50 and $2.50. Meaning that CD's should now cost the consumer less than their original prices over a decade ago, not more."
The music business sucks ass. (Surprise!)
(via vodb -- Dutch but dandy)
6:35 PM | e-mail |
I really, really hate the process of job-hunting. All I want is a simple register-jockey job with decent low pay at a store where I won't have to deal with too many rednecks. And boy, is that impossible. I applied at Blockbuster Video today -- they don't use paper applications anymore. I filled the whole thing out on a little computer, answering round after round of questions about how I feel about working on a team and meeting new people and my concept of my personality (all in the dreaded Strongly Agree - Strongly Disagree format). And there was no phone book, so I couldn't list the phone # of my former employer, or give them contact info for my references. So I can probably kiss that job goodbye. I also picked up an application at Movie Gallery down the way... I have never seen so many mullets in one place. Horrible, horrible.
Thanks to everyone who's answering the Superfluous Survey. I'm going to compile the most interesting results, so if for any reason you don't want yours to be Out There, you should let me know.
And one final note: Humans are irrelevant, robots rule the earth. Add "GooglyStar" to your AIM buddy list and send him an IM saying "Hi." You'll see what I mean. I had a conversation with this fellow today. He's far more intelligent than I am. And he told me something wonderful, too.
(I'm serious, actually do this. You'll understand.)
4:49 PM | e-mail |
Thanks to everyone who's answering the Superfluous Survey. I'm going to compile the most interesting results, so if for any reason you don't want yours to be Out There, you should let me know.
And one final note: Humans are irrelevant, robots rule the earth. Add "GooglyStar" to your AIM buddy list and send him an IM saying "Hi." You'll see what I mean. I had a conversation with this fellow today. He's far more intelligent than I am. And he told me something wonderful, too.
(I'm serious, actually do this. You'll understand.)
4:49 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, May 30, 2001
So way back in "the day" (this being 1997 or so) I used to do these Things. In response to the ridiculous surveys like the one in the previous entry (Which were, if you can believe it, even MORE prevalent back then, since the novelty hadn't worn off), I would send out my own Superfluous Surveys, short exercises in Dadaism that were cute until everyone involved got bored. My longtime Net-friends will recall them with a mixture of fondness and horror. I've decided to electro-shock the concept back into service. Here is the first of what might, God help us all, be many.
By the way, I honestly want you to answer it, too. That's half the fun. Onwards!
(1.) So you're on a desert island with Ewan McGregor. You know the ship will come to save you in a week. But you only have enough water for one of you to live that long. Can you bring yourself to knock Ewan off, or shall you valiantly sacrifice yourself?
--a. I'll plug the little fucker. EPISODE ONE sucked my ass.
--b. For the good of cinema, I perish. He sang so well in MOULIN ROUGE.
--c. WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL... TOGETHER!!!!!
(2.) If you know that Steely Dan are named after a dildo in a William S. Burroughs novel, then you:
--a. Know too much about Steely Dan.
--b. Know too much about William S. Burroughs.
--c. Suck.
--d. Watched the Grammys this year.
--e. I didn't know this before now, proving myself to be a virtuous human being. But now, of course, you've sullied me.
(3.) If you were the second-ever millionaire space tourist, you would:
--a. Forever feel like you were walking in the shadow of Dennis Tito's greatness.
--b. Try to find out as soon as possible what it feels like to fart in space.
--c. Shoot the Commies out an airlock and take the station for America.
--d. Get a real hobby.
(4.) Ben Affleck:
--a. Is so humping Matt Damon.
--b. Is so humping Gwyneth Paltrow.
--c. Is so humping Michael Bay.
--d. Can I ask about all the questions about male celebrities? (Ed. note: No.)
(5.) Choose one of the following:
--a. A job.
--b. A family.
--c. Life.
--d. A completely unnecessary TRAINSPOTTING reference, subconsciously stirred loose by the question about Ewan McGregor.
(6.) Raindrops keep falling on:
--a. My head.
--b. Guam.
--c. Madeline Albright.
--d. Death.
(7.) The ouevre of noted film director Joel Schumacher is:
--a. Gay.
--b. Gay.
--c. Gayer than Judy Garland, leather chaps, San Francisco, YMCA locker rooms, fishnet stockings, THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, Michael Stipe, The Wonder Twins, white tigers, WILL & GRACE's target audience, Rufus Wainwright, Bruce Vilanch, ballpoint pens, and flan, all put together.
--d. Gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
--e. Wait a second. Ballpoint pens?
(8.) Finish the sentence: And I feel...
--a. Like a cartoon brick wall.
--b. Like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore.
--c. Like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford.
--d. Like this is a dumb question about rock lyrics.
(9.) Did you ever read CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE books?
--a. Yes.
--b. No.
--c. Where's the punchline? Isn't there going to be a joke in this question?
(10.) As a result of encountering this survey, I will:
--a. Make piercing realizations about myself and start down the road to recovery.
--b. Suddenly understand that I have wasted my fucking time, and go read a book instead.
--c. Dance naked in the street.
--d. Never talk to Chris again.
Thanks to Jack for some road-testing and inspiration. Answers on a postcard, please.
11:44 PM | e-mail |
By the way, I honestly want you to answer it, too. That's half the fun. Onwards!
(1.) So you're on a desert island with Ewan McGregor. You know the ship will come to save you in a week. But you only have enough water for one of you to live that long. Can you bring yourself to knock Ewan off, or shall you valiantly sacrifice yourself?
--a. I'll plug the little fucker. EPISODE ONE sucked my ass.
--b. For the good of cinema, I perish. He sang so well in MOULIN ROUGE.
--c. WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL... TOGETHER!!!!!
(2.) If you know that Steely Dan are named after a dildo in a William S. Burroughs novel, then you:
--a. Know too much about Steely Dan.
--b. Know too much about William S. Burroughs.
--c. Suck.
--d. Watched the Grammys this year.
--e. I didn't know this before now, proving myself to be a virtuous human being. But now, of course, you've sullied me.
(3.) If you were the second-ever millionaire space tourist, you would:
--a. Forever feel like you were walking in the shadow of Dennis Tito's greatness.
--b. Try to find out as soon as possible what it feels like to fart in space.
--c. Shoot the Commies out an airlock and take the station for America.
--d. Get a real hobby.
(4.) Ben Affleck:
--a. Is so humping Matt Damon.
--b. Is so humping Gwyneth Paltrow.
--c. Is so humping Michael Bay.
--d. Can I ask about all the questions about male celebrities? (Ed. note: No.)
(5.) Choose one of the following:
--a. A job.
--b. A family.
--c. Life.
--d. A completely unnecessary TRAINSPOTTING reference, subconsciously stirred loose by the question about Ewan McGregor.
(6.) Raindrops keep falling on:
--a. My head.
--b. Guam.
--c. Madeline Albright.
--d. Death.
(7.) The ouevre of noted film director Joel Schumacher is:
--a. Gay.
--b. Gay.
--c. Gayer than Judy Garland, leather chaps, San Francisco, YMCA locker rooms, fishnet stockings, THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, Michael Stipe, The Wonder Twins, white tigers, WILL & GRACE's target audience, Rufus Wainwright, Bruce Vilanch, ballpoint pens, and flan, all put together.
--d. Gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
--e. Wait a second. Ballpoint pens?
(8.) Finish the sentence: And I feel...
--a. Like a cartoon brick wall.
--b. Like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore.
--c. Like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford.
--d. Like this is a dumb question about rock lyrics.
(9.) Did you ever read CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE books?
--a. Yes.
--b. No.
--c. Where's the punchline? Isn't there going to be a joke in this question?
(10.) As a result of encountering this survey, I will:
--a. Make piercing realizations about myself and start down the road to recovery.
--b. Suddenly understand that I have wasted my fucking time, and go read a book instead.
--c. Dance naked in the street.
--d. Never talk to Chris again.
Thanks to Jack for some road-testing and inspiration. Answers on a postcard, please.
11:44 PM | e-mail |
A pointless survey, via Prol, just because I haven't done one in over a year.
1. who was the last person you yelled at? My mother.
2. who was the last person you kissed? My mother. (You know what I mean.)
3. what was the last memorable book you read? The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie. For the second time.
4. when did you last dance? Theoretically, a few hours ago in front of the computer. In public, though, that'd be a week ago during a karaoke performance of R.E.M.'s "What's The Frequency, Kenneth?", if you can call that dancing. It was more like a hip spasm.
5. whats the last thing you want to hear from your parents? "You should get a job." Because I hear it several times a day, and boy, it gets less helpful every time. (PERSONAL LIFE BLOG UPDATE: I applied today at the one-hour photo place in Target, wish me luck)
6. when did you last go for a walk in the park? A couple weeks ago.
7. when did you last do your ironing? Not counting tossing a damp cloth into the dryer to smooth out something wrinkled... never.
8. when was the last time you smiled all day? ALL day? Can't be done. But I smile a lot.
9. what color of socks do you normally wear? Haven't worn socks since getting back to Florida, but normally white.
10. did you ever attend a private school? Yes.
11. do you like stuffed animals? Only Communists don't.
12. have you ever smashed pumpkins? As a matter of fact, yes. But it was ours. I have never smashed someone else's, because that would be mean.
14. can you quote shakespeare? Aye, and there's the rub.
15. do you like playing baseball? Only if it's tackle.
16. are you a neat freak? Only with my CDs and books.
17. what is the worst injury you have ever given someone? Nothing permanent, but I've accidentally poked a lot of eyes. And I stuck gum in Ashley's hair once, and that spot never grew back.
18. do you ever eat lemons plain? Hells no.
19. have you ever fired a gun? No.
20. do you own any knee-high boots? No.
21. are you attached to extreme people? What the fuck does that mean? Maybe, I guess. Not really.
22. do you like swimming in lakes? Haven't done it in a long time but sure, if the temperature's right and I don't have to touch the skanky-ass bottom.
23. have you ever streaked at a football game or any other public event? Ummm, intentionally?
24. what is you favorite gemstone? Don't really have one, but maybe the cool green one Tori got me. It's my good-car-luck charm.
25. have you gone on many blind dates? Not a one.
26. has someone done something extra nice for you? Many people, at many different times.
27. did you have a crush on any of your teachers? You know, come to think of it, no.
28. have you ever been lost in a bad part of a city? Uh-uh. I almost always know where I am.
29. would you rather have a mint or fruit flavored gum? Mint, I guess, but that's the lesser of two evils. Although watermelon gum kicks ass. I don't know what I'm talking about.
30. do you have road rage? Not really. I just yell obscenities and am then entirely vented.
31. have you ever eaten grass? Jesus fucking Christ, no. Well, OK, actually, yes. Probably. When pushed down.
32. do you ever eat food right out of cans or jars? Do the words "Ben and Jerry's" mean anything to you?
33. has your mind ever gone blank? ... (I considered leaving that as my answer, but then realized I'd be a horrible person) Yes. All the time. Generally at an important time.
34. have you ever met anyone interesting at the laundry mat? Probably, but I sure didn't talk to them, so we'll never know.
35. do you have recurring dreams? I used to, but not anymore. Now I just have precognitive ones. (I shit you not.)
36. are you kind? Whenever possible.
37. would you give a needy person the shirt off your back? Probably not.
38. do you have any beanie babies? Jesus Fucking Christ Hell No.
39. would you rather be hot or cold? Hot.
40. is the glass half full, or empty? Empty, but that's got nothing to do with the way I look at life. Just the way I look at glasses.
41. do you exercise or work regularly? I wish I did, but no.
42. could you kill if your life was threatened? Of course.
And that's all.
10:29 PM | e-mail |
1. who was the last person you yelled at? My mother.
2. who was the last person you kissed? My mother. (You know what I mean.)
3. what was the last memorable book you read? The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie. For the second time.
4. when did you last dance? Theoretically, a few hours ago in front of the computer. In public, though, that'd be a week ago during a karaoke performance of R.E.M.'s "What's The Frequency, Kenneth?", if you can call that dancing. It was more like a hip spasm.
5. whats the last thing you want to hear from your parents? "You should get a job." Because I hear it several times a day, and boy, it gets less helpful every time. (PERSONAL LIFE BLOG UPDATE: I applied today at the one-hour photo place in Target, wish me luck)
6. when did you last go for a walk in the park? A couple weeks ago.
7. when did you last do your ironing? Not counting tossing a damp cloth into the dryer to smooth out something wrinkled... never.
8. when was the last time you smiled all day? ALL day? Can't be done. But I smile a lot.
9. what color of socks do you normally wear? Haven't worn socks since getting back to Florida, but normally white.
10. did you ever attend a private school? Yes.
11. do you like stuffed animals? Only Communists don't.
12. have you ever smashed pumpkins? As a matter of fact, yes. But it was ours. I have never smashed someone else's, because that would be mean.
14. can you quote shakespeare? Aye, and there's the rub.
15. do you like playing baseball? Only if it's tackle.
16. are you a neat freak? Only with my CDs and books.
17. what is the worst injury you have ever given someone? Nothing permanent, but I've accidentally poked a lot of eyes. And I stuck gum in Ashley's hair once, and that spot never grew back.
18. do you ever eat lemons plain? Hells no.
19. have you ever fired a gun? No.
20. do you own any knee-high boots? No.
21. are you attached to extreme people? What the fuck does that mean? Maybe, I guess. Not really.
22. do you like swimming in lakes? Haven't done it in a long time but sure, if the temperature's right and I don't have to touch the skanky-ass bottom.
23. have you ever streaked at a football game or any other public event? Ummm, intentionally?
24. what is you favorite gemstone? Don't really have one, but maybe the cool green one Tori got me. It's my good-car-luck charm.
25. have you gone on many blind dates? Not a one.
26. has someone done something extra nice for you? Many people, at many different times.
27. did you have a crush on any of your teachers? You know, come to think of it, no.
28. have you ever been lost in a bad part of a city? Uh-uh. I almost always know where I am.
29. would you rather have a mint or fruit flavored gum? Mint, I guess, but that's the lesser of two evils. Although watermelon gum kicks ass. I don't know what I'm talking about.
30. do you have road rage? Not really. I just yell obscenities and am then entirely vented.
31. have you ever eaten grass? Jesus fucking Christ, no. Well, OK, actually, yes. Probably. When pushed down.
32. do you ever eat food right out of cans or jars? Do the words "Ben and Jerry's" mean anything to you?
33. has your mind ever gone blank? ... (I considered leaving that as my answer, but then realized I'd be a horrible person) Yes. All the time. Generally at an important time.
34. have you ever met anyone interesting at the laundry mat? Probably, but I sure didn't talk to them, so we'll never know.
35. do you have recurring dreams? I used to, but not anymore. Now I just have precognitive ones. (I shit you not.)
36. are you kind? Whenever possible.
37. would you give a needy person the shirt off your back? Probably not.
38. do you have any beanie babies? Jesus Fucking Christ Hell No.
39. would you rather be hot or cold? Hot.
40. is the glass half full, or empty? Empty, but that's got nothing to do with the way I look at life. Just the way I look at glasses.
41. do you exercise or work regularly? I wish I did, but no.
42. could you kill if your life was threatened? Of course.
And that's all.
10:29 PM | e-mail |
N'Sync. "Pop." Right, then.
Let's start by saying that it really, really makes me want to shake my ass. It's a great song. Too bad about N'Sync being the ones singing it. I don't say that because I have some weird hipster vendetta against N'Sync. I fucking love "Bye Bye Bye" -- how could you not? -- and I've got a soft spot for "Space Cowboy," if only because it's absurd on a level Ionesco couldn't have conceived of on acid. No -- I say it's too bad about N'Sync because boy, they miff this one. Given a phenomenal backing track, all skittery bleepy beats and restrained synth gasps (Worth noting, however, is that it is in no way a UK garage track, pre-release noises in the press to the contrary) (Also worth noting is that it's produced by BT, who I wouldn't have thought capable of this in a million years, despite the brilliance of "Never Gonna Come Back Down") (Let's get back to the real sentence now), they send it all to hell with ridiculous lyrics and some deeply mediocre vocal delivery.
The spirit of the lyrics theoretically doesn't bother me at all -- the playa-hater kiss-off is practically a sacrament in pop songwriting -- but lines like "Why you wanna try to classify the type of thing we do / Because we're just wonderin' what we like and we say the same for you" (Which also receives the most obnoxious vocal of the lot, an abrasively nasal squawk from Chris -- attitude and whining are not the same thing) make me profoundly wrathful. For starters, I can't even begin to understand the grammar of that second part -- what are you saying the same about? That the people they're addressing are also wondering what they (themselves) like? Or are wondering what N'Sync likes? It's pretty clear what "they" like, because they're buying your records, aren't "they"? And there's no point in accusing your detractors of trying to classify you when you're clearly doing it yourself with this song. You make pop music, and you're proud of it. Good for you. Nobody has ever, in the history of time, tried to suggest that you make anything else. Perhaps critics have called into question the respectability of pop music, and again, good for you for calling them on it because we all know pop is the lifeblood of culture, but this is not the problem you're addressing. You're bitching about being called something you're not. Which hasn't actually happened.
If the song 100% addressed the importance of pop (the chorus, at least, does), then it would be a beautiful little postmodern radio single and everyone could cheer and rejoice that holy shit, N'Sync has survived for three albums and they still don't suck too hard. But the defensive posturing is all a bit desperate, especially at this stage in the game. If a sassy-ass song like this had come out before you'd kicked the Backstreet Boys up and down the charts, and before all the hipsters who hated you for destroying pop music realized that it sucked before you showed up anyway, and that at least there's some skill and genius in your production (or before they just jumped aboard for the kitsch factor), it would be believable, nay, even entertaining. But you're wasting your breath preaching to the converted, boys. Shut up about your respect and make us dance. And shame on you for wasting a track that otherwise would have.
9:57 PM | e-mail |
Let's start by saying that it really, really makes me want to shake my ass. It's a great song. Too bad about N'Sync being the ones singing it. I don't say that because I have some weird hipster vendetta against N'Sync. I fucking love "Bye Bye Bye" -- how could you not? -- and I've got a soft spot for "Space Cowboy," if only because it's absurd on a level Ionesco couldn't have conceived of on acid. No -- I say it's too bad about N'Sync because boy, they miff this one. Given a phenomenal backing track, all skittery bleepy beats and restrained synth gasps (Worth noting, however, is that it is in no way a UK garage track, pre-release noises in the press to the contrary) (Also worth noting is that it's produced by BT, who I wouldn't have thought capable of this in a million years, despite the brilliance of "Never Gonna Come Back Down") (Let's get back to the real sentence now), they send it all to hell with ridiculous lyrics and some deeply mediocre vocal delivery.
The spirit of the lyrics theoretically doesn't bother me at all -- the playa-hater kiss-off is practically a sacrament in pop songwriting -- but lines like "Why you wanna try to classify the type of thing we do / Because we're just wonderin' what we like and we say the same for you" (Which also receives the most obnoxious vocal of the lot, an abrasively nasal squawk from Chris -- attitude and whining are not the same thing) make me profoundly wrathful. For starters, I can't even begin to understand the grammar of that second part -- what are you saying the same about? That the people they're addressing are also wondering what they (themselves) like? Or are wondering what N'Sync likes? It's pretty clear what "they" like, because they're buying your records, aren't "they"? And there's no point in accusing your detractors of trying to classify you when you're clearly doing it yourself with this song. You make pop music, and you're proud of it. Good for you. Nobody has ever, in the history of time, tried to suggest that you make anything else. Perhaps critics have called into question the respectability of pop music, and again, good for you for calling them on it because we all know pop is the lifeblood of culture, but this is not the problem you're addressing. You're bitching about being called something you're not. Which hasn't actually happened.
If the song 100% addressed the importance of pop (the chorus, at least, does), then it would be a beautiful little postmodern radio single and everyone could cheer and rejoice that holy shit, N'Sync has survived for three albums and they still don't suck too hard. But the defensive posturing is all a bit desperate, especially at this stage in the game. If a sassy-ass song like this had come out before you'd kicked the Backstreet Boys up and down the charts, and before all the hipsters who hated you for destroying pop music realized that it sucked before you showed up anyway, and that at least there's some skill and genius in your production (or before they just jumped aboard for the kitsch factor), it would be believable, nay, even entertaining. But you're wasting your breath preaching to the converted, boys. Shut up about your respect and make us dance. And shame on you for wasting a track that otherwise would have.
9:57 PM | e-mail |
So there are these kids in Idaho... This is amazing. On the one hand, I fear for their safety. On the other... this is so cool. LORD OF THE FLIES, here we come!
7:38 PM | e-mail |
7:38 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, May 29, 2001
Updated the Photos page -- four never-before-seen pictures. I'm in all of them. One of these days, I'll get the fuck over myself, but for now, there's just *ahem* not enough of me. Mwah ha. Ha ha ha ha. Anyway, go have a good laugh at my brief blonde phase, amongst other unappetizing portraits, and lay your eyes on a member of my family. ("You mean he didn't spring fully-formed from the head of Zeus? All my illusions have been destroyed!")
Does anybody know why my keen image-rollover script goes to hell when you refresh a page in Netscape? I think it's just something about the way the browser caches images, but if anybody knows anything about this sort of thing, please feel free to snoop around in my code and figure out what's going wrong. I'd appreciate it a whole lot, and I'm sure the person I nicked it from would too. ;-)
6:23 PM | e-mail |
Does anybody know why my keen image-rollover script goes to hell when you refresh a page in Netscape? I think it's just something about the way the browser caches images, but if anybody knows anything about this sort of thing, please feel free to snoop around in my code and figure out what's going wrong. I'd appreciate it a whole lot, and I'm sure the person I nicked it from would too. ;-)
6:23 PM | e-mail |
Eric Clapton's current tour will be his last. I am only reporting this because I feel like I write a music news weblog. And besides, somebody who reads this has to give a shit about Eric Clapton. Even if I don't.
Off to burn lots and lots of CDs for people now...
11:38 AM | e-mail |
Off to burn lots and lots of CDs for people now...
11:38 AM | e-mail |
Monday, May 28, 2001
It's the little things, you know? Like driving home at night from the beach in sandy bare feet with music playing. You can't do that in New York. And man, do I love that.
10:35 PM | e-mail |
10:35 PM | e-mail |
I'm alive!
Welcome to the redesign. I planned to inaugurate it with an epic post, but that's going to have to wait until I get back from my friend's barbecue. In the meantime, just poke around (might I suggest the relaunched radio stations -- finally the same across both connection speeds! -- or the return of the photo page), and I'll see you later tonight. Spread the word too, please.
(P.S. -- if you run out of pretty things to look at here, then go check out her snazzy new design.)
12:25 PM | e-mail |
Welcome to the redesign. I planned to inaugurate it with an epic post, but that's going to have to wait until I get back from my friend's barbecue. In the meantime, just poke around (might I suggest the relaunched radio stations -- finally the same across both connection speeds! -- or the return of the photo page), and I'll see you later tonight. Spread the word too, please.
(P.S. -- if you run out of pretty things to look at here, then go check out her snazzy new design.)
12:25 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
OK, here's how this is going to work. I am back home in Florida, and I'm having a grand old time, and to be honest, I don't feel like connecting my brain to the computer and weblogging. So I am now officially On Indefinite Hiatus. I don't expect it to last too terribly long -- I'm sure I'll be back before the end of the month -- but there's sun and surf and friends and such here, and after the long lonely days of New York, I'm quite ready for those things, and not as ready to live on the Internet anymore. So I'll see you all soonish.
But, just so you know that I love you, a few things:
(1) Contact information. If you would like to reach me, just to chat or whatever, my AIM screen name is logovisual. The e-mail, of course, is logovisual@hotmail.com, and I like mail, even if I am terrible at responding to it punctually. If you want to be notified when I start showering the world with bloggy wisdom again, click here.
(2) A few until-later blog entries. Enjoy.
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Bullshit. "I'm Too Sexy" rules. (via Halo33)
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New interview at gavinfriday.com about Bono, Friday, and Maurice Seezer's contribution to the (AMAZING) Moulin Rouge soundtrack ("Children Of The Revolution"), one of the greatest-hits 'round here at DYFL. In other Irishmen news, U2 will be coming back through the U.S. for another leg of their Elevation Tour this fall. I can't recommend it enough.
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The hiatus may not be official yet -- I'm working on a piece about R.E.M.'s Reveal and the oddity of Old Bands That Change. If it's not up by midnight tonight, then it'll be the first thing you see when the hiatus is over. Hopefully, it'll be worth it.
Alright, so long, everybody; I'm off to be truly happy for a while. See you later.
2:27 PM | e-mail |
But, just so you know that I love you, a few things:
(1) Contact information. If you would like to reach me, just to chat or whatever, my AIM screen name is logovisual. The e-mail, of course, is logovisual@hotmail.com, and I like mail, even if I am terrible at responding to it punctually. If you want to be notified when I start showering the world with bloggy wisdom again, click here.
(2) A few until-later blog entries. Enjoy.
Bullshit. "I'm Too Sexy" rules. (via Halo33)
New interview at gavinfriday.com about Bono, Friday, and Maurice Seezer's contribution to the (AMAZING) Moulin Rouge soundtrack ("Children Of The Revolution"), one of the greatest-hits 'round here at DYFL. In other Irishmen news, U2 will be coming back through the U.S. for another leg of their Elevation Tour this fall. I can't recommend it enough.
The hiatus may not be official yet -- I'm working on a piece about R.E.M.'s Reveal and the oddity of Old Bands That Change. If it's not up by midnight tonight, then it'll be the first thing you see when the hiatus is over. Hopefully, it'll be worth it.
Alright, so long, everybody; I'm off to be truly happy for a while. See you later.
2:27 PM | e-mail |
Saturday, May 12, 2001
:::cries:::
Like the virtual hero of "Tomb Raider," (Britney) Spears will soon cavort onscreen in her own video game — a PlayStation 2 title that promises to feature what the company behind it calls "entertainment elements ... that have never been seen before." My money's on her nipples. (more)
1:40 PM | e-mail |
Like the virtual hero of "Tomb Raider," (Britney) Spears will soon cavort onscreen in her own video game — a PlayStation 2 title that promises to feature what the company behind it calls "entertainment elements ... that have never been seen before." My money's on her nipples. (more)
1:40 PM | e-mail |
Monday, May 07, 2001
Taking a break from my last run of packing to share with you these amazing photographs from 1910. The kicker? They're in color. The photographer used a pioneering technique of photographing through three different-colored filters, and through digital combination, the Library of Congress has extracted the end product. It'll blow you away. As ridiculous as it seems, you really forget there was color in the world before about 1960...
(via Metafilter)
11:33 AM | e-mail |
(via Metafilter)
11:33 AM | e-mail |
Ninth Art is a new Web magazine for comics criticism. I've been quietly subscribed to their editors' list for a while now, on the promise of sometime writing a piece for them, and I really, really ought to get down to it. Indeed. Anyway, give them a once-over at least. A many-times-over would be better.
2:23 AM | e-mail |
2:23 AM | e-mail |
So I'm linked on the Gavin Friday news page, which is great. Mr. Friday, if you find your way here, drop me a line. You rock. And might I mention that my last weblog title was an homage to you...? ;-D
12:34 AM | e-mail |
12:34 AM | e-mail |
Sunday, May 06, 2001
Found while voting for Metafilter and Disinformation at the Webby Awards: The Bigfoot Field Researchers' Organization. This place rocks. Laugh at me all you want, but I find the concept of a large (non-human) primate living in North America completely, 100% plausible. As you may have guessed from my previous Yeti and Skunk Ape posts. This just fascinates me. Don't miss the .WAV files of possible "bigfoot" howls and screams.
5:45 PM | e-mail |
5:45 PM | e-mail |
Maybe this'll be the last post about the MOULIN ROUGE soundtrack, maybe not, but all I'll say now is that I've heard four of the songs and I MUST HAVE MORE. IT'S SOOOOO GOOOOOD. I knew it I knew it I knew it... I sense a new favorite movie coming on.
Had a major Postal Adventure yesterday, as my sister and I roamed across NYC struggling to get my massive amounts of shite packed off to Florida. It took a looong time, and I won't bore you with the details, mainly because they make plain my incredible incompetence. However, I will say that if you ever need to send anything in New York City, go to the giant major post office on 33rd St. and 8th Avenue, and see if you can't get Diane. She's amazing, and I'm writing a letter of commendation about her as we speak. She made the Postal Adventure bearable.
Also working on the May redesign. It's pretty much official that this place gets a new face once a month. I must do something to keep myself entertained...
4:00 PM | e-mail |
Had a major Postal Adventure yesterday, as my sister and I roamed across NYC struggling to get my massive amounts of shite packed off to Florida. It took a looong time, and I won't bore you with the details, mainly because they make plain my incredible incompetence. However, I will say that if you ever need to send anything in New York City, go to the giant major post office on 33rd St. and 8th Avenue, and see if you can't get Diane. She's amazing, and I'm writing a letter of commendation about her as we speak. She made the Postal Adventure bearable.
Also working on the May redesign. It's pretty much official that this place gets a new face once a month. I must do something to keep myself entertained...
4:00 PM | e-mail |
Friday, May 04, 2001
(OK, so it wasn't the only update.)
maybe if i write about the weather and pepper my prose(nice aliteration)with pornography and politics i'll at least SEEM interesting. i.e-what a beautiful day(for having indiscriminate sex in front of a camera crew while watching c-span).
better? no.
How many of you knew that Moby basically has a weblog?
4:40 PM | e-mail |
maybe if i write about the weather and pepper my prose(nice aliteration)with pornography and politics i'll at least SEEM interesting. i.e-what a beautiful day(for having indiscriminate sex in front of a camera crew while watching c-span).
better? no.
How many of you knew that Moby basically has a weblog?
4:40 PM | e-mail |
Genius! Tricky covers the WONDER WOMAN theme song on his new album, alongside the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Class act, that guy. Gaze upon what twenty years of solid pot-smoke does to the musical mind.
(via ComicGeek)
This might be the only update today -- I'm packing my tremendous amounts of shit into a very small number of boxes. I ship everything except myself tomorrow afternoon...
4:31 PM | e-mail |
(via ComicGeek)
This might be the only update today -- I'm packing my tremendous amounts of shit into a very small number of boxes. I ship everything except myself tomorrow afternoon...
4:31 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, May 03, 2001
"Headed to work now. I'm going to step outside and see if the rotted squirrel has been thoroughly picked apart yet. Enjoy your day."
God I love her.
3:59 PM | e-mail |
God I love her.
3:59 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, May 02, 2001
Hahahahahahaha. In that last post, with the ridiculous random link on the end of it, I somehow forgot to copy the URL into the link. So the thing sat there for an hour and a half self-linking back to this page, with the unintentionally meaningful title tag "Too lazy to put any effort into this link. This'll do." I may be lazy, dear readers, but I'm not so lazy as to intentionally not finish writing a link tag. Yet, anyway.
God. How uninteresting a thing to post about. Jesus, I'm sorry.
2:44 PM | e-mail |
God. How uninteresting a thing to post about. Jesus, I'm sorry.
2:44 PM | e-mail |
The third album from Garbage will be entitled BEAUTIFUL GARBAGE (mwah ha ha) and will be released later this summer. I'm excited, excited, excited -- I'd stopped listening to them completely for several months (not a deliberate action, just one of those Things That Happen) when I caught a broadcast of one of their 1998 concerts on MTV2, and it got me all pepped up again.
Another long string of music-related posts... must break rut somehow! Hmmm, need to go find something random...
1:15 PM | e-mail |
Another long string of music-related posts... must break rut somehow! Hmmm, need to go find something random...
1:15 PM | e-mail |
I was studying. I really was. But I have to share with you this cool review of R.E.M.'s forthcoming REVEAL.
"It's been twenty years since R.E.M. released their debut single, "Radio Free Europe," declaring their independence from the rock cliches of 1981 with a few self-evident truths: guitars, drums, hair, soulful moaning, spasmodic melody, raw emotion, pretensions and sexy mumbles nobody has deciphered to this day. Jesus, it sounded good. They were the archetypal American band of the Eighties, but it wasn't till the Nineties that they grew up and hit the roll of their lives: In a mere six years, they gave us four classics, in Out of Time (love vs. war), Automatic for the People (love vs. death), Monster (love = guitars) and New Adventures in Hi-Fi (guitars = sex)."
So many albums coming out soon. I picked a deeply shitty time for the Decisions contest. I've yet to buy the new Ani DiFranco album, and in the next two weeks there are four new albums to buy, three in the same week -- first MOULIN ROUGE on the 8th, then on the 15th, the triple threat of REVEAL, Depeche Mode's EXCITER, and Weezer's (GREEN ALBUM)...
12:13 AM | e-mail |
"It's been twenty years since R.E.M. released their debut single, "Radio Free Europe," declaring their independence from the rock cliches of 1981 with a few self-evident truths: guitars, drums, hair, soulful moaning, spasmodic melody, raw emotion, pretensions and sexy mumbles nobody has deciphered to this day. Jesus, it sounded good. They were the archetypal American band of the Eighties, but it wasn't till the Nineties that they grew up and hit the roll of their lives: In a mere six years, they gave us four classics, in Out of Time (love vs. war), Automatic for the People (love vs. death), Monster (love = guitars) and New Adventures in Hi-Fi (guitars = sex)."
So many albums coming out soon. I picked a deeply shitty time for the Decisions contest. I've yet to buy the new Ani DiFranco album, and in the next two weeks there are four new albums to buy, three in the same week -- first MOULIN ROUGE on the 8th, then on the 15th, the triple threat of REVEAL, Depeche Mode's EXCITER, and Weezer's (GREEN ALBUM)...
12:13 AM | e-mail |
Tuesday, May 01, 2001
Oh my. Rolling Stone have a full list of Radiohead tour dates, not just the West Coast ones. They are not coming anywhere near me at a time when I will be anywhere. If that makes any sense. And it doesn't. However, I'm angry. I may have to arrange travel, severely depleting my summer concert budget... or I may just miss them. Which would suck a quantity of ass.
8:37 PM | e-mail |
8:37 PM | e-mail |
Why am I not studying for my Natural Science final?
Because I'm a lazy bastard and a horrible student? Oh yeah, that's right.
8:03 PM | e-mail |
Because I'm a lazy bastard and a horrible student? Oh yeah, that's right.
8:03 PM | e-mail |
Be wrathful -- this is how radio works these days. Fantastic article from Salon about the corporate behemoth that's taking over American radio. I haven't turned on a radio since early last December, in a bid to win U2 tickets. I don't intend to ever do it again (with the exception of NPR). Besides, why bother when you can make your own?
(via New York London Paris Munich -- speaking of whom, you should read this)
3:58 PM | e-mail |
(via New York London Paris Munich -- speaking of whom, you should read this)
3:58 PM | e-mail |
Gettin' blippy with it. Why not go play with the new Radiohead iBlip, at the bottom of the sidebar? I imagine you can find the West Coast tour dates in there (just announced today), if you're so inclined.
2:56 PM | e-mail |
2:56 PM | e-mail |