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music reviews? [11 May 2008|01:32am] Vampire Weekend, self titled - Precious; offensively bouncy; weighed down by references I don't care about; I don't like the lead singer's voice. Defining moment: "BLAAAKE'S GOT A NEW FACE!" oh god shut up. Madlib, the Beat Konducta Vol. 1 through 4 - I just don't understand this. If I understood which samples were from which sources, maybe I'd like it? Without vocal or any other forms of sonic glue, it (quite understandably) just sounds cobbled together. Loop loop loop loop I guess I'll just leave these few measures blank except for this fill and the song is over. Not rhythmically interesting or challenging. Perhaps this art of deejay-cobbling is more fun live, or with rhyming; I can't tell. M.I.A., Kala - Much more effective and listenable Bollywood/Southeast Asian/lots of other places fusion. I have enjoyed this regularly over the past couple of days, but returning to it has been less pleasant. The first half of the album is far more irritating than the second half. Some irritating choices relating to pitch; otherwise cool songs like "The Turn" and "20 Dollar" are somewhat spoiled by refusal at a couple of critical points to cleave to the key the song is in. It's certainly not that M.I.A. can't sing. Grating up against clear and present tonality just bothers me, intentional or otherwise. Nails on a chalkboard, people. However, when this doesn't bother me, it's a generally enjoyable and (I assume) danceable album. Also, I would like to let the world know that the term "Camel Case" is stupid, and, more importantly, that its implementation looks like ass. Oh, I'm sorry -- LooksLikeAss. 1 comment|post comment

[09 May 2008|09:30pm] [ mood | relieved ] It was a good day! I saw many random people that I see too seldom! I also accidentally hit myself in the face with a flap from a giant box of napkins. Such are my occupational hazards. 9 comments|post comment

[11 Apr 2008|04:51am] There is absolutely no limit on how seasonal I am. It's ridiculous! If there were any bit of Spring that could be bottled and dosed ("The Pharmacological Implications of Harold and Maude," 2008, Bizarroville), I would be unrecognizably pleasant so much more often. Seasonal Giddiness Upwelling is no less inscrutable than its wintry, anhedonic buddy, and while it is exactly as weird to be happy for no reason as it is to be sad, you would have to be pretty wack to turn down the offer. 3 comments|post comment

[11 Apr 2008|03:19am] Everybody play this! It's fun! post comment

11th grade memory [10 Apr 2008|03:36am] It is important to note that, besides preservative fluid, the primary aroma of a dissection-grade kidney is urine. post comment

[01 Apr 2008|06:07pm] There is a new commercial encouraging tourism to Virginia. A lone woman stands in front of a movie screen, walks through fields of indeterminate crops, casually brushing them. Other miscellaneous shots follow, some close-ups, some other detached wandering shots. "LIVE PASSIONATELY," the screen declares. At this point, I'm convinced she was killed by a drunk driver or something, due in no small part to the fact that the intensely melancholy Dave Matthews song "Stay or Leave" has been playing in the background. Matthews' voice sadly intones "Stay or leave; I want you not to go, but you should." "Virginia," the commercial declares, "is for lovers." I can't even begin to comment on how bizarre this commercial is. post comment

[22 Mar 2008|11:36am] [ mood | chipperer? ] Is sleep good times or what? (The answer: good times) 3 comments|post comment

[10 Mar 2008|12:59am] In Treatment is a very cool and addictive program. You can watch 'em free on iTunes for the time being. DO IIIIIT post comment

[04 Mar 2008|04:00pm] Ah, man. Gary Gygax died. He was cool, helping tabletop wargaming make the quantum shift (or spontaneous mutation) to tabletop role-playing and whatnot. Way to rock the world of geekdom. post comment

[30 Jan 2008|11:53pm] Red Bull -- it gives you MUMPS! 2 comments|post comment

I am made sad by news of celebrity death [22 Jan 2008|06:33pm] Seriously? Heath Ledger? That's not cool. Not even a little bit; not even at all. 3 comments|post comment

[21 Jan 2008|11:23am] I dreamt I walked in the margins of creation. It was very poorly lit. Lots of dusty books, unreliable lighting, and a wayward spirit just out of reach. We found self-organizing Scrabble games, but they weren't intelligent; they were merely playing out a set pattern over and over. Finally we came to one that seemed like it could respond to questions. It had to be the right one, though, or it would wrest free from the set and we might never find another. (I blame this a little bit for that) So we asked "Are you using your last wish to sustain yourself indefinitely?" or maybe something more pithy than that. and with that, the spell was broken; the last vestiges of rational consciousness let them recant the wish. Apparently they (one of many alien races that had inhabited this virtual Eden) had happened upon this wishy power and had thus doomed themselves to immortality and madness. The remaining power distributed itself evenly throughout all of us. While mortal, we still had some wacky coolness. In the end, everybody resettled the still viable station. THE END post comment

[15 Jan 2008|03:57pm] This is a contextual ad that popped up next to a Myspace spam e-mail. It is for some show called Cashmere Mafia. I first thought it was an ad for a reality show called "Boys Club" where three males and one female compete to be awesome women. post comment

Myspace spam is the best [15 Jan 2008|03:54pm] Buenos noches Sir Her daughters shining gun adheres and perhaps her shining bottle falls and our green car got an idea.rise and shine post comment

Oh, Myspace -- is there anything you can't do? [12 Jan 2008|02:00pm] Pardon me Mr.nevada Our children purple smart mobile phone sleeps while his stupid silver caw adheres.don't wait post comment

[07 Jan 2008|09:50am] Feeling a little, but not scads, better this morning. Morning! Ew. post comment

[07 Jan 2008|12:34am] [ mood | distressed ] "What is soul? Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes." - George Clinton Winter bullshit ahoy. Read, eat sleep, either way. Paranoid dreams of fertility, children in orbit; I am passing fallow band-aids. I am a tree. I am on one hand very glad to have no folk so close as to douse in anhedonia. I mean, yeah, I'll bitch and all, but I am pleased (in that I feel pretty damn good about it, in fact) that nobody gets week-long crying jags this time around. Those are crap, and I apologize to all of you who have ever (starting in late 2000) dealt with me as a pile of stone. Warning to springtime; do not offer to stay through the snow. It's not even the snow, or the light, or the cold. Something just cracks this time of year. I think "oh, it was where I was" in previous years. Indecision, indigence, incompatibility, inactivity. Situational, they say. Thing is, I'm just as paranoid (in the sense of feeling periodically overwhelmed and having no place to myself -- and yes, this is obviously irrational. I have spots. I have places. I just diminish in them, a fungus in the corner. Don't fix the sheets, do the laundry, any of that.) now as I was a dozen other thens. Nothing wronger or righter to be said. I started laughing in all winds this year. Chilly breezes don't count. (Fuck that noise!) Hair flies everywhere, though, and it's glee. This both pleases and worries me. Early sleep! and coffee and cranky morning people. If I lived in a warehouse with a million crayons, I might run around once, might echo once, then finish, forget, maybe stock the fridge heed only grumbling. No recreational food-eating on my bill. Ad libitum? Ad nauseam? Both suck, chillins. post comment

[06 Jan 2008|10:37am] [ music | Weird Al - (This Song Is Just) Six Words Long ] Did you know that band-aids are symbols of fertility? I didn't! BUT THEY ARE SCARY SOMETIMES. post comment

[04 Jan 2008|02:30pm] [ mood | kind of manic too? ] Ever feel like belting lyrics of your favorite Punjabi pop-star from the roof? I do! This is the next best thing. The all caps nature of the lyrics, while not intended, are taken from his official site. Journalistic integrity demands that I maintain formatting. You understand. AYO RABBA HAYO RABBA ……………… GADDE TE NA CHAD DI GADIRE TE NA CHAD DI-2 CHHADEYAN DE TATTU UTTE TAP CHHAD DI BOLO TARA RA RA, TARA RA RA, KANJRI KALOL KARDI BOLO TARA RA RA HAYO RABBA HAYO RABBA ……………… post comment

NEW YEAR WHEEEEEE [01 Jan 2008|12:31pm] Perhaps at the end of this year I'll have come up with something to resolve to do! 1 comment|post comment

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