Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Counting Down...
Time to catch the right train...
Every time I read about Obama's personality, he sounds like a combination of Lincoln and FDR... fingers crossed.
{gc}
Every time I read about Obama's personality, he sounds like a combination of Lincoln and FDR... fingers crossed.
{gc}
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
We Love a Winner
What is that deliciously full word that Germans have to describe the feeling of taking pleasure in someone else's misery? Oh, that's right, schadenfreude. Suck it, Red Sux, suck it long and hard!
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Apparently, rural Colombians enjoy the work of Paulo Coehlo, brought to them by an enterprising teacher and a donkey.
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I just received a rejection from a literary journal out west, to which I sent poems 468 days ago!
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Here's some stuff I like:
a) Gallows and make-you-sweat punk rock--circle pit!
b) Fucking Hell: Jake & Dinos Chapman make you feel a little uncomfortable;
c) KILL YOUR IDOLS: Suicide! Lydia Lunch! Liars! Oh my!;
[D | R]
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Apparently, rural Colombians enjoy the work of Paulo Coehlo, brought to them by an enterprising teacher and a donkey.
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I just received a rejection from a literary journal out west, to which I sent poems 468 days ago!
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Here's some stuff I like:
a) Gallows and make-you-sweat punk rock--circle pit!
b) Fucking Hell: Jake & Dinos Chapman make you feel a little uncomfortable;
c) KILL YOUR IDOLS: Suicide! Lydia Lunch! Liars! Oh my!;
[D | R]
Top Five Songs I Didn't Get to Hear...
...because the surly blonde bartender at the Double Down unplugged the jukebox in order to listen to "Holy Diver."
1. The Clash, "Spanish Bombs"
2. The Ramones, "The KKK Took My Baby Away"
3. Link Wray, "Jack the Ripper"
4. Louis Prima, "Just a Gigolo"
5. Iggy Pop, "The Passenger"
Today's Top Five (tm) is for entertainment purposes only: please, no wagering.
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1. The Clash, "Spanish Bombs"
2. The Ramones, "The KKK Took My Baby Away"
3. Link Wray, "Jack the Ripper"
4. Louis Prima, "Just a Gigolo"
5. Iggy Pop, "The Passenger"
Today's Top Five (tm) is for entertainment purposes only: please, no wagering.
{gc}
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Photo of the Day...
...in what was an otherwise unsuccessful day of shooting in the Meatpacking District.
[D | R]
[D | R]
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Some Photos of That Day
Jamie Livingston took a polaroid a day from 1979 until his death in 1997... the website is a digital archive from the 6,000 photos he took around NYC over those 18 years. Really affecting:
Some Photos of That Day
Some Photos of That Day
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
newsy news
I wrote this story about Martian snow posted today on our news blog...
I got three poems accepted for publication in Drunken Boat!
Who's got ideas for halloween costumes?
{LM}
Monday, October 06, 2008
This Is How We Build a Place
Of all the records I've heard this year, there has been just one that has kept me bright, open, and, best of all, dancing: Antidotes, by Oxford-based Foals. Continuing the heritage of sharp, angular post-punk of Gang of Four and Franz Ferdinand (with some traces of Wire for good measure), Foals' focus is on the immediate pleasures that are centered in the hips. At the same time, Foals, anchored ever-so-steadily by drummer Jack Bevan, somehow manage to sound as serious (or just so) as their more cerebrally-minded predecessors. Now, what helps this band so much is the use of a horn section, the cutting tone of which serves as something more than an accent, works more than an afterthought; it's a shame, however, given the instrument's punchy nature, that the horns were essentially buried in the final mix under a hailstorm of guitar- and bass-lines.
While the criticism that Foals' music isn't new or even all that interesting might very well be true, there's alot to be said, I think, for reminding listeners that music can, and should, remain the safest escape route from "the lighthouse (that) is an accident."
I'm particularly fond of "Olympic Airways," "The French Open," "Cassius," and--fuck it--I'm just going to say that I'm all over this record.
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Anyone with half of a brain cell--or at least those who don't entirely consume their political coverage from Fox News--who saw last week's vice-presidential debate understood that the victor, clearly, was Joe Biden. On matters ranging from foreign policy to the economy, Biden, unlike the "debater" standing a few feet away from him, answered the questions that were directed at him, and he held back some of the sharp tongue that has gotten him into trouble in the past. Madame Governor, on the other hand, with her faux-populist leanings, ready-made zingers, and cutesy winks at the camera, proved evasive and insincere, and stood as something of a puppet for McCain's speech writers. (What price, desperation?)
What I found most troubling is the idea, as Maureen Dowd pointed out so insightfully in her column, that to be part of the "elite" necessarily means something sinister, misguiding, as though what we need in Washington are four more years of raging incompetence and tomfoolery. Oh, and let me just point out that Palin wants the Vice-Presidency to be granted more power, a black-black move given that the era of the most dangerous vice-president is about to end.
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Homeward bound...
While the criticism that Foals' music isn't new or even all that interesting might very well be true, there's alot to be said, I think, for reminding listeners that music can, and should, remain the safest escape route from "the lighthouse (that) is an accident."
I'm particularly fond of "Olympic Airways," "The French Open," "Cassius," and--fuck it--I'm just going to say that I'm all over this record.
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Anyone with half of a brain cell--or at least those who don't entirely consume their political coverage from Fox News--who saw last week's vice-presidential debate understood that the victor, clearly, was Joe Biden. On matters ranging from foreign policy to the economy, Biden, unlike the "debater" standing a few feet away from him, answered the questions that were directed at him, and he held back some of the sharp tongue that has gotten him into trouble in the past. Madame Governor, on the other hand, with her faux-populist leanings, ready-made zingers, and cutesy winks at the camera, proved evasive and insincere, and stood as something of a puppet for McCain's speech writers. (What price, desperation?)
What I found most troubling is the idea, as Maureen Dowd pointed out so insightfully in her column, that to be part of the "elite" necessarily means something sinister, misguiding, as though what we need in Washington are four more years of raging incompetence and tomfoolery. Oh, and let me just point out that Palin wants the Vice-Presidency to be granted more power, a black-black move given that the era of the most dangerous vice-president is about to end.
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Homeward bound...
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