Thought I recognizes this track- check it in this season of Entourage.
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Election Day Recollection: Misunderstanding, Fatigue and Inexplicable Buzzing
I awoke like any other day, except this day was to be different. On this day, I'd be fulfilling my duty as an American citizen. I had a voice and I was asked- urged- to use it. Trembling with Patriotic fervor, I donned an outfit I deemed fitting for life in an emerging era. I wanted to be prepared for a new America, after all. With a patriotic twist of the doorknob, I was off to change the course of history.
In reality, the action of voting could not be more mundane. It's ironic really; over a year is spent getting you amped up to partake in this great democratic exercise when all you’re really doing is drawing a few lines on a scantron. On top of that, you have to wait in a long, awkward line in order to do so. Selling the Popular Election should be considered as the greatest and most expensive marketing campaign ever- never has so much time and money been spent laboring over such a boring product.
Nevertheless, I stood in line bustling with a nationalism unknown to me. This sensation lasted right up to the moment I got my ballot. The woman manning the booth- a 50 something year old African-American woman- looked up and asked for my name. "JD, er John Beebe", I said. She looked back down and began combing through her booklet with a bit of confusion on her face. I'm used to this. Beebe is a last name that always raises eyebrows. It's surprisingly common surname if you can believe it, but I'm consistently met with smirks and the question, "Wait, your last name is BEEBE?" With the next question, I am always asked to spell it.
I could sense that was the case as the lady fumbled through the heavy booklet. "It's Beebe, B as in boy" I offered, hoping to help her find my name a little easier. After some additional spelling, she marked my name off the list. Handing me my ballots, she said, "I'll have you know, I'm not a boy". She gave me the look that you'd give a pile of dog shit you stepped in on the sidewalk. Off guard, I replied, "Oh, no, I wasn't implying that you were. I was just saying, you know, B as in Boy, for Beebe...". Her look didn't change. "I've given birth to three children. Three. A boy can't do that" she said with a scoff. Not wanting to appear derogatory, I tried to apologize for the misunderstanding. "I just have short hair, but I am not a boy".
I tried looking around, attempting to lock eyes with someone who could back me up. They'd give me one of those, "what's-she-talkin'-about?" looks, where you lean back and kinda bug your eyes out, like you're both startled and constipated simultaneously. But in a room full of compatriots, I was met with a traitors welcome. Defeating and severely misunderstood, I just bit my lip and pulled my gaze away from the mother-of-three. Noticeably perturbed, she asked the next woman in line for her name. "Lindsay Baker, B as in boy". I shit you not. Lindsay Baker-as-in-boy. I waited wildly for the same over-reaction to spout from the ballot workers feminine lips but it never came. Boy, did that make me angry.
Eventually came my turn to ascend to a booth, make a few flicks of the wrist and fulfill my destiny. All things considered, the day was pretty low-key. Anti-climatic even. Sure, that day of work had a certain rumbling to it, the novelty of the moment reaching its crescendo. Red stickers emblazoned people's chests ("Ya Voté!”) and there was a general air of good tidings bound to come. I left work, regrouped with my roommates and trekked across town to attend an election party. We snacked on celery sticks and watched as the electoral votes came in. We all reflected on the importance of the moment, on the benchmark about to be made in history.
But after a calendar year of consuming this campaign, this culminating day couldn’t live up to the hype. How could it? We had been promised a reprieve from the old ways and an ushering in of a utopian paradise. The war coming to a close had been waged most heavily with abstract concepts, the artillery that rang loudest being Change. Freedom. Hope. This presidential decision was to be so monumental, no one would have been surprised if the winner rode to their acceptance speech on a meteor. I liken this final day to hyperventilation- you experience a surge of deep, speedy breaths that seem to last forever. You have a heighten sense of urgency and panic. It consumes your whole being to the point you think you just might explode. But instead of a cataclysmic end of days, you just pass out.
That day had left me exhausted. Maybe it was because I showed up to the party at a point where the winner seemed obvious. Maybe it’s because I live in a like-minded city where I never doubted the support of my candidate. Or maybe it was because I was just plain tired. The TV announced the winner, I rang my sleeping parents and I celebrated. I drank a beer and ate pizza, I prepared for life in this new world. I half expected the sky to open up and the sun to come shining down.
Or maybe that’s what I secretly wanted. I wanted a sign so blatant and obvious in its application that I or no one else could be left with a sliver of doubt that things were going to change. Had to change. I wanted the ground to split open and Gaia to spill over the edges. I need something to manifest and explain that it was alright, that everything was alright.
That message was delivered in a more direct and probably important way. President Elect Obama approached the podium, vibrant with youth and powerful with conviction. And he spoke. For the life of me, I can’t remember what he said, but my entire body began to shiver. A warmth radiated from my core, out through my fingers and into my head. I sat transfixed on the TV, not even hearing but feeling. President Elect Obama finished and left. The buzz dissipated. I was left with a quiet confidence, reignited, knowing that tomorrow would be brighter than today.
In reality, the action of voting could not be more mundane. It's ironic really; over a year is spent getting you amped up to partake in this great democratic exercise when all you’re really doing is drawing a few lines on a scantron. On top of that, you have to wait in a long, awkward line in order to do so. Selling the Popular Election should be considered as the greatest and most expensive marketing campaign ever- never has so much time and money been spent laboring over such a boring product.
Nevertheless, I stood in line bustling with a nationalism unknown to me. This sensation lasted right up to the moment I got my ballot. The woman manning the booth- a 50 something year old African-American woman- looked up and asked for my name. "JD, er John Beebe", I said. She looked back down and began combing through her booklet with a bit of confusion on her face. I'm used to this. Beebe is a last name that always raises eyebrows. It's surprisingly common surname if you can believe it, but I'm consistently met with smirks and the question, "Wait, your last name is BEEBE?" With the next question, I am always asked to spell it.
I could sense that was the case as the lady fumbled through the heavy booklet. "It's Beebe, B as in boy" I offered, hoping to help her find my name a little easier. After some additional spelling, she marked my name off the list. Handing me my ballots, she said, "I'll have you know, I'm not a boy". She gave me the look that you'd give a pile of dog shit you stepped in on the sidewalk. Off guard, I replied, "Oh, no, I wasn't implying that you were. I was just saying, you know, B as in Boy, for Beebe...". Her look didn't change. "I've given birth to three children. Three. A boy can't do that" she said with a scoff. Not wanting to appear derogatory, I tried to apologize for the misunderstanding. "I just have short hair, but I am not a boy".
I tried looking around, attempting to lock eyes with someone who could back me up. They'd give me one of those, "what's-she-talkin'-about?" looks, where you lean back and kinda bug your eyes out, like you're both startled and constipated simultaneously. But in a room full of compatriots, I was met with a traitors welcome. Defeating and severely misunderstood, I just bit my lip and pulled my gaze away from the mother-of-three. Noticeably perturbed, she asked the next woman in line for her name. "Lindsay Baker, B as in boy". I shit you not. Lindsay Baker-as-in-boy. I waited wildly for the same over-reaction to spout from the ballot workers feminine lips but it never came. Boy, did that make me angry.
Eventually came my turn to ascend to a booth, make a few flicks of the wrist and fulfill my destiny. All things considered, the day was pretty low-key. Anti-climatic even. Sure, that day of work had a certain rumbling to it, the novelty of the moment reaching its crescendo. Red stickers emblazoned people's chests ("Ya Voté!”) and there was a general air of good tidings bound to come. I left work, regrouped with my roommates and trekked across town to attend an election party. We snacked on celery sticks and watched as the electoral votes came in. We all reflected on the importance of the moment, on the benchmark about to be made in history.
But after a calendar year of consuming this campaign, this culminating day couldn’t live up to the hype. How could it? We had been promised a reprieve from the old ways and an ushering in of a utopian paradise. The war coming to a close had been waged most heavily with abstract concepts, the artillery that rang loudest being Change. Freedom. Hope. This presidential decision was to be so monumental, no one would have been surprised if the winner rode to their acceptance speech on a meteor. I liken this final day to hyperventilation- you experience a surge of deep, speedy breaths that seem to last forever. You have a heighten sense of urgency and panic. It consumes your whole being to the point you think you just might explode. But instead of a cataclysmic end of days, you just pass out.
That day had left me exhausted. Maybe it was because I showed up to the party at a point where the winner seemed obvious. Maybe it’s because I live in a like-minded city where I never doubted the support of my candidate. Or maybe it was because I was just plain tired. The TV announced the winner, I rang my sleeping parents and I celebrated. I drank a beer and ate pizza, I prepared for life in this new world. I half expected the sky to open up and the sun to come shining down.
Or maybe that’s what I secretly wanted. I wanted a sign so blatant and obvious in its application that I or no one else could be left with a sliver of doubt that things were going to change. Had to change. I wanted the ground to split open and Gaia to spill over the edges. I need something to manifest and explain that it was alright, that everything was alright.
That message was delivered in a more direct and probably important way. President Elect Obama approached the podium, vibrant with youth and powerful with conviction. And he spoke. For the life of me, I can’t remember what he said, but my entire body began to shiver. A warmth radiated from my core, out through my fingers and into my head. I sat transfixed on the TV, not even hearing but feeling. President Elect Obama finished and left. The buzz dissipated. I was left with a quiet confidence, reignited, knowing that tomorrow would be brighter than today.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Coldcut vs TV Sheriff
Great fucking video- doesn't matter if you dig politics or not. As long as you weren't in a coma for the last 21 months, you'll enjoy the narratives and insanity of this.
President-Elect Barack Obama in Chicago
Yes we can.
President Obama, we are here to listen, react and return to a brighter America and a better world. Godspeed.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Puggle Rio Plays Dead
Just teach the dog to actually use a gun, unholster it and shoot people and you've got a real trick!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Usher - Love In This Club COVER - RECORDER VERSION
nice try, but our cover is way better and took a lot more planning and talent.
Monday, October 27, 2008
John Brown - Sarah Palin : OFFICIAL VIDEO !!
Worth a listen, totally catchy. And I couldn't agree more.
Beardyman Voice Sequencer Beat Box
Awesome method and extremely well done video sequencing. Anyone know what tools he's using to sequence/make the effects?
French 64-Video "Thriller" Acapella
The best part by far is his Vincent Price, French accent included.
X Games are for Pussies- Red Bull Extreme BMX
It's official. Broken bones are a thing of the past! Red Bull not only gives you wings, it also gives you adamentium bones (just like Wolverine!). Guzzle down 14 or more Red Bulls and it's equivalent to taking a lethal dose of crystal meth. And everyone's heard about meth heads who take a dozen bullets in the head and keep on running naked through the 7/11 they were trying to rob. Now you too can experience what it's like to have zero doubt, fear no god and take a dump on the thought of the afterlife. Because when life is this fucking extreme, death is a walk in the park.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Most Inspirational Movie Comprised of Slow Mo Dancing Without Music Ever
When life gets hard, start clapping, slapping your thighs and just Stomp the Mother-fucking Yard.
A few comments- for a hip hop infused dance movie, the music is surprisingly "Friday Night Lights" throughout. I guess that's just a college movie thing.
The main characters uncle is possibly Barack Obama. Or if Obama ever need to take a day off, that guy can definitely fill in.
Neyo is the ugliest man.
Stomp the Yard is ridiculous, in a genuinely negative way.
Just a thought
Alfred Nobel created TNT only go on to found a fund to award peace keepers.I guess we can all make mistakes and come out on top.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Chimpanzee rides Segway
This is so bizarre. Mostly because I'm seen actual homo sapiens who can't use this stupid machine. What I mean is a monkey can ride a segway but isn't allowed to vote? That should be the only prerequisite, as far as I'm concerned.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Would you Let Your Kid Wear this Halloween Constume?
What child would want to be a fucking toilet for Halloween? If you allow your kid to be a latrine instead of a cool ninja or some kind of dragon, you can most surely bet that you're setting him or her up for a life of failure. Said child will most certainly grow up to be the next tub girl, regardless of sex.
And now I'm just getting mean, but is there something wrong with this child? Maybe there's a reason he has to wear a pillow masquerading as a toilet?
Last note- look at how long his goddamn neck is! There's something definitely off about this kid...
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Why Do We Fear Personal Success?
I'm not sure what innate human characteristic to blame for this trend, or if it's truly instinctual and not the result of societal development. But all too often, I find myself and others hiding from success. And it's not that we're incapable- far from it. I would venture to say that we all have the capacity to create greatness. So why don't we? Too often, we delay taking those first crucial steps toward the thing that we want most. Is it a fear that we'll fail? That it will disappoint and not live up to the grandiose we've built around it in our heads? Other times we have ideas but only communicate them to ourselves. While there is value in this, the true strength of an idea is when it can be realized by many. An idea as opposed to our self doubt has the potential to live on indefinitely. Self-doubt is and should only be momentary.
I am learning these lessons slowly. For too long I have avoided the things I enjoy using some reverse logic that I don't fully understand. And I see the same thing happening with too many of us. But we don't have to think that way. Patience is a virtue, as I'm learning. Things don't always happen immediately- you're very unlikely to write your perfect novel on the first go or record the perfect song in it's first attempt. Things take time. But throughout that time you must toil. You must put your insecurities aside and do. Doing becomes more familiar the more you do it. Yes, it sounds like a no brainer, but train yourself to do anything repeatedly and over time, it will become ingrained.
I have been blessed to know individuals who weren't born with all the gifts but rather than use it as a crutch, plugged away at the things that they most enjoyed. Mental handicaps, much like self imposed handicaps do not spell failure. It is in these people that I find the most strength and have the most respect. They are a shining testament to the fact that nothing is pre-determined- that if you apply yourself, you can do it. I never used to buy into that bullshit- the "applying" of oneself. It sounds all too hokey. But then I realized I wasn't doing it. And that's not to say I've perfected the art. Yet, there is a sensation of self assurance- of personal victory- every time you go outside your normal constructs and work towards your own pursuit. You might not always get immediate satisfaction (most times you will not) but it's not always about the payoff. It's about the struggle and the sarifices that you made along the way and upon reaching your goal, you can look back and realize that you were more capable than you ever knew. And it's all because you stepped out from behind your fear. It all starts with one step.
I am learning these lessons slowly. For too long I have avoided the things I enjoy using some reverse logic that I don't fully understand. And I see the same thing happening with too many of us. But we don't have to think that way. Patience is a virtue, as I'm learning. Things don't always happen immediately- you're very unlikely to write your perfect novel on the first go or record the perfect song in it's first attempt. Things take time. But throughout that time you must toil. You must put your insecurities aside and do. Doing becomes more familiar the more you do it. Yes, it sounds like a no brainer, but train yourself to do anything repeatedly and over time, it will become ingrained.
I have been blessed to know individuals who weren't born with all the gifts but rather than use it as a crutch, plugged away at the things that they most enjoyed. Mental handicaps, much like self imposed handicaps do not spell failure. It is in these people that I find the most strength and have the most respect. They are a shining testament to the fact that nothing is pre-determined- that if you apply yourself, you can do it. I never used to buy into that bullshit- the "applying" of oneself. It sounds all too hokey. But then I realized I wasn't doing it. And that's not to say I've perfected the art. Yet, there is a sensation of self assurance- of personal victory- every time you go outside your normal constructs and work towards your own pursuit. You might not always get immediate satisfaction (most times you will not) but it's not always about the payoff. It's about the struggle and the sarifices that you made along the way and upon reaching your goal, you can look back and realize that you were more capable than you ever knew. And it's all because you stepped out from behind your fear. It all starts with one step.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Peruvian Breastfeeding Competition
Why was I not born Peruvian? This is one of the most twisted/awesome stories I've heard in a while and I can only hope that the sport catches fire in America:
Check out this years Champion:
Oh yes, he will grow strong.
I'm unsure as to how one "wins" in this competition, but I suppose maybe reading the article would help answer that question. Read more about it here
Check out this years Champion:
Oh yes, he will grow strong. I'm unsure as to how one "wins" in this competition, but I suppose maybe reading the article would help answer that question. Read more about it here
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Feist on Sesame Street
I love Feist and this video- a return to innocence. This is reminiscent of old musician appearances on Sesame. I think this should come back!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Surprise Me Mr. Davis - When A Woman HSMF '08
seeing them again for the first time in a long time on saturday
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
World's Most Amazing Video Parody
I am a sorry fan of this type of television. This parody is hilarious, I could just watch this with this commentary...well forever:
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Isn't it weird
I think I experienced what it means to grow old. It's not the joints going or the hair thinning.
It's in the moment when you stop having that inner draw to vanish. It's to lose the ghostly wonder that once tied you to a moment like a stake in time. It's when you dismiss that there is something- unspoken, formless- that is bigger than anyone can know. I'm not talking about a god, but of a sensation. To hear the wind howl, watch the grass rustle and watch the night sky vapor by. To be there and to really be there.
I have forgotten the last time I had that moment. And that's age.
It's in the moment when you stop having that inner draw to vanish. It's to lose the ghostly wonder that once tied you to a moment like a stake in time. It's when you dismiss that there is something- unspoken, formless- that is bigger than anyone can know. I'm not talking about a god, but of a sensation. To hear the wind howl, watch the grass rustle and watch the night sky vapor by. To be there and to really be there.
I have forgotten the last time I had that moment. And that's age.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sam Sparro: Black & Gold
This is a dancey sexy song that made my ears drunk the first time I heard it. This will be a serious butt humping dancefloor classic if I have anything to say about it.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tour De France 2008!
The Tour starts on Saturday. The Tour means a lot of things to me but mostly it brings me back to sweaty summers spent couch surfing through Boston, drinking beers underage suctioned to leather couches with friends. Twere the times...
And just fuh fun, some naked chicks riding bikes (I have a weakness for girls on bikes, especially when naked).
Sexiest Phone Ever??: YouTube Superstar gets some work
I've been complaining that advertisers haven't caught on to the fact that there are really popular members of the very popular YouTube that might be good in pushing product. Seems like either one advertiser got smart or Hooman of Hoomantv started flexing that hustler muscle.
I personally don't like this video much, but it's not the worst product plug I've ever seen. He keeps it unbearably simple yet practical by only asking celebs, "Is this phone sexy?"- sexy actually being an ancient secret word that will make anyone listen (uttering it also summons mummies in certain situations).
What do you think? Good integration? Will Hooman alienate fans if they think he's just an ad portal? How often can he do this?
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Zugarrimurdi: Cave Party to Celebrate Solstice, Burning Witches
On June 20th, a bunch of Basques head down to the local fucking-nuts cave and celebrate the summer solstice by burning stuff and dancing. Oh, and this isn't just any fucking-nuts ass cave- nooo, this here is a witch burnin' cave. "Pagan rituals" (aka hanging out in a cave) have been carried out in this space for hundreds of years. And the Spanish Inquisition was never very crazy about pagans or their rituals. Check what they did:
In 1611, Alonso de Salazar Frias, began to hunt down “witches” and heretics in the countryside near the vicinity of Zugarramurdi and was given special instructions to the cave, as it was popularly believed to be the meeting place of the witches. During this horrific campaign, 2000 people confessed under torture, of those over 1,300 were children aged seven to fourteen.
All too often, celebrations are held in memory of something delightful- the birth of a savior or that same savior coming back from the dead (creepy but still delightful). It's refreshing to party to remember a simpler time when annoying kids could be called witches and killed in a cavern.
In an seriousness, really wish I was there.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Dance Until They Turn the Lights On. Or Off...
This is pretty nuts. They are creating dance floors that use the energy exerted from dancing to power the club. Better hope you don't a shitty dj...
Turns out there's a club like this in San Francisco called Temple and the new club is marked to be in Berlin. I might have to go check it out when I've got my dancing shoes on.
I'm a pretty big dancer as any of my friends/enemies/random unfortunate female behind will tell you and this has me thinking; what if my dance moves could power other things and save me money. I'll get down to watch Cops and I'd boogie to Google. Hell, I'd break it down in the bathroom to power the overhead light, although I'm not sure how sanitary that would prove to be.
Check the article out here.
Backwards Comic #1
Could this idea be utilized by one of our clients? HP? Sprint? Perhaps If Sprint ever came out and said "we're sorry" for customer service, they could do it in this style, kind of peeling off the old layers, starting fresh. Seems like a light hearted humorous way to get a message across.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bescumber- To Spray Poo
I had a pretty extensive conversation about Blumpkins the other week. The diaolgue stretched over a whole three days, being pretty much the central and sole portion of most talks. By the time it was all over, there was a Blumpkin Inc. line of T-Shirt ready to be pressed, all future blumpkin advancements/technology had been concepted and my cohorts and I (Ethan and Dan) almost secured a blumpkin from the unassuming Jackie.
That weekends conversation left me totally spent but hungry for more fecal phonetics. As fate would have it- and fate is a conniving sexy beast- I just came across this article. It teaches you a bunch of english words you should know in order to sounds like a stuffy asshole at your next wine and cheese party but ALSO explores a bunch of words that essentially mean, "to spray poo". As this is half the blumpkin battle, it's pretty pretinent to my own endevours, but I'm sure you'll love "sharnying" your friends. Watch for the new Blumpkin Inc. line coming out Fall 2008. Get it, fall, like shit falls out of your...oh enough already!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Girl Talk: Feed the Animals
Ms. Laura Barton sent me the link to download the new Girl Talk album yesterday (and yes, I'll share the damn link. Try to pay...unlike me, Girl Talk "FEED THE ANIMALS")
The verdict? Kick ass, as one would expect from a Girl Talk Mash Up Masterpiece. But until Night Ripper and other previous releases, the listenability of this album seems to be a bit higher. Maybe it's the flow, maybe it doesn't trip over itself in areas where his younger attempts did. In any case, Girl Talk firmly plants himself atop the thrown of top Masher. I can't wait to catch a show!
Check out what another person thinks of the album who obviously has more time and presumably more of an opinion here.
Also give a look at the wiki page to see all the samples used in every song
edit: Just read GT's Pitchfork interview where he says he doesn't consider himself a mash up artist (he actually claims to not enjoy mash-ups). His point is that most mash ups take two (perhaps three) songs and plunk them together, where as he is creating organically new tracks. While I can see this argument, is his music not just that same specimen, just hyper-evolved? I liken it to biology: mass mash ups are Amoeba's where his are 20 headed hydras.
The verdict? Kick ass, as one would expect from a Girl Talk Mash Up Masterpiece. But until Night Ripper and other previous releases, the listenability of this album seems to be a bit higher. Maybe it's the flow, maybe it doesn't trip over itself in areas where his younger attempts did. In any case, Girl Talk firmly plants himself atop the thrown of top Masher. I can't wait to catch a show!
Check out what another person thinks of the album who obviously has more time and presumably more of an opinion here.
Also give a look at the wiki page to see all the samples used in every song
edit: Just read GT's Pitchfork interview where he says he doesn't consider himself a mash up artist (he actually claims to not enjoy mash-ups). His point is that most mash ups take two (perhaps three) songs and plunk them together, where as he is creating organically new tracks. While I can see this argument, is his music not just that same specimen, just hyper-evolved? I liken it to biology: mass mash ups are Amoeba's where his are 20 headed hydras.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tame the White Tiger, White Gold
White Gold is...
White Gold is...
...White Gold is White Gold...
Nuff said.
White Gold is...
...White Gold is White Gold...
Nuff said.
Zach Galifianakis interviews Michael Cera
gorgeous feats of god's perfect design. zach and michael together. with fern.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Dip in the Polls - Tide MyTalkingStain Contest
Hmmm, that onion stains voice is so...sexy, makes me want to slap my mama.
Commercial made with some fellow GSPer's for a contest. We didn't win but I proved to the world that I could do a great stereotypical french accent. And that's all that matters in life. and death.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
My favorite movie of all time has found it's way to Hulu.com and can be watched for free anytime. This film truly holds a special place in my heart as I saw it in such rare circumstances- on crisp Boston night with an gal as intriguing as Clementine herself.
Justin Timberlake - Lovestoned (DJ Tiësto Remix) (Legendado)
I got razzed today for knowing a Justin Timberlake song. Alright, I knew every single fucking song and could successfully scat my way through each chorus. What can I say, the guys got some serious chops and the ladies love him. Why not support him? Anyway, I dig this video for the swank blue light video that is scattered throughout. Enjoy.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Listen Up, Can You hear the Stars?
This evening has led me meandering through the interwebs, bouncing from one blog to the next, trolling through a wealth of new indie garble that I don't possibly have enough time to process. It is flabergasting how much one can learn given the time and pointer finger to scroll. And it's funny how far out you can get, listening to the most mind numbing knob tweadling that sends you darting for the nearest easy listening streaming radio.
This evenings soundscape scavenger hunt began with some casual viewing of the Sigur Ros DVD, Heima. I picked it up at the end of last week after feeling my spirit animal wince at it's continued claustrophobia, realizing that I haven't ventured to anything resembling the true outdoors in...god, I don't even fucking remember. I longed for the vast rolling nothingness that I'm sure the movie was sure to capture in the landscapes of Iceland. Popped it in and I was off. It was exactly what I was expecting and as I had great expectations, it did not disappoint. The music- as harrowing and heartbreaking as always- and the North Atlantic landmass vibrated with an untouched virginity.
With my head already enveloped in a musical disposition, I wrangled myself into one website that invariably led me to a myriad of other sites, all uniquely exciting in their uncovering. I felt like an 8 year at a birthday party held at one of those places where they hide precious (but not that precious) rocks in some sand and you sift them out and keep them. Every time I came across a new page I hadn't seen or even heard of, only to find a thriving community, I was elated but left thinking, "where the hell have I been"? Perhaps my surprise is a sign to stop spending most internet time masturbating. Doubtful.
In any event, I came across a number of sites that I'd like to visit again. So as a log to myself and any unfortunate soul who might read this blog mistaking it for a music pedophiles' page, I will list those websites:
NPR Music (actually houses some contemporary music, NPR ceases to impress): Check it out here
last.fm. I've known about this site for a while but have always poopooed it, opting rather to spend my time scrolling through the myspace-esque pages of imeem
But I've found that last.fm has it's perks- like pre-release whole albums! Listen to the whole new Sigur Ros album, með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust here:
last.fm free Sigur Ros
The Daily Swarm Great music playlists (check out the Van She song, "Strangers") and articles, both music based and media focused (check the great article about the new Myspace facelift due June 16th).
Pitchfork Media An old go to when I'm feeling abnormally pretentious, but very rarely do I visit and not learn something new.
NME.com Juries still out on this one, didn't really dive into this site, but it looks like it might be pretty rounded.
Myspace.com. Joke ROFL LOL JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SUPERLOL
Vimeo.com I know this site was created by the crew and by association I should love it. But I've always shied away from it going mainstream with Youtube. But I gotta say, I like the little community they got going, I thinks it's definitely worth while exploring this site more.
Muxtape this shit is cool. It's essentially like any other music site that allows you to make and save your playlists, but something about the simplicity (read: sloppy sheik) of this design is endearing and intriguing. And the music housed therein seems to be more personalized- can you upload your own tracks? One reason to return for more answers...
At the end of this hodgepodge hike, I happened across and decided to end my day with Stars on last.fm. The Stars have a quality in their songs that i can't put my finger on. I'd say it brings back nostalgia of listening to them in my car in high school, except I didn't listen to them in high school. Maybe that's the quality- it sounds like something you heard when shit used to mean something. When a moment used to hover and you'd hold your breathe, trying to stay in that moment as long as you could; soak in the sadness or breathe in the happiness. In any event, that's Stars. I first heard them drinking one of my first legal beers at Bukowski's in Boston. Over a Sam Adams and a $2 burger, I heard the "Set Yourself on Fire" album and was immediately hooked. And I'm so glad I was, they continue to bring me back to a time that never happened and let me enjoy all those feelings I could have felt all over again.
So with no further adieu, here is a link to some newer (I think) versions of their classics:
Stars
This evenings soundscape scavenger hunt began with some casual viewing of the Sigur Ros DVD, Heima. I picked it up at the end of last week after feeling my spirit animal wince at it's continued claustrophobia, realizing that I haven't ventured to anything resembling the true outdoors in...god, I don't even fucking remember. I longed for the vast rolling nothingness that I'm sure the movie was sure to capture in the landscapes of Iceland. Popped it in and I was off. It was exactly what I was expecting and as I had great expectations, it did not disappoint. The music- as harrowing and heartbreaking as always- and the North Atlantic landmass vibrated with an untouched virginity.
With my head already enveloped in a musical disposition, I wrangled myself into one website that invariably led me to a myriad of other sites, all uniquely exciting in their uncovering. I felt like an 8 year at a birthday party held at one of those places where they hide precious (but not that precious) rocks in some sand and you sift them out and keep them. Every time I came across a new page I hadn't seen or even heard of, only to find a thriving community, I was elated but left thinking, "where the hell have I been"? Perhaps my surprise is a sign to stop spending most internet time masturbating. Doubtful.
In any event, I came across a number of sites that I'd like to visit again. So as a log to myself and any unfortunate soul who might read this blog mistaking it for a music pedophiles' page, I will list those websites:
NPR Music (actually houses some contemporary music, NPR ceases to impress): Check it out here
last.fm. I've known about this site for a while but have always poopooed it, opting rather to spend my time scrolling through the myspace-esque pages of imeem
But I've found that last.fm has it's perks- like pre-release whole albums! Listen to the whole new Sigur Ros album, með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust here:
last.fm free Sigur Ros
The Daily Swarm Great music playlists (check out the Van She song, "Strangers") and articles, both music based and media focused (check the great article about the new Myspace facelift due June 16th).
Pitchfork Media An old go to when I'm feeling abnormally pretentious, but very rarely do I visit and not learn something new.
NME.com Juries still out on this one, didn't really dive into this site, but it looks like it might be pretty rounded.
Myspace.com. Joke ROFL LOL JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SUPERLOL
Vimeo.com I know this site was created by the crew and by association I should love it. But I've always shied away from it going mainstream with Youtube. But I gotta say, I like the little community they got going, I thinks it's definitely worth while exploring this site more.
Muxtape this shit is cool. It's essentially like any other music site that allows you to make and save your playlists, but something about the simplicity (read: sloppy sheik) of this design is endearing and intriguing. And the music housed therein seems to be more personalized- can you upload your own tracks? One reason to return for more answers...
At the end of this hodgepodge hike, I happened across and decided to end my day with Stars on last.fm. The Stars have a quality in their songs that i can't put my finger on. I'd say it brings back nostalgia of listening to them in my car in high school, except I didn't listen to them in high school. Maybe that's the quality- it sounds like something you heard when shit used to mean something. When a moment used to hover and you'd hold your breathe, trying to stay in that moment as long as you could; soak in the sadness or breathe in the happiness. In any event, that's Stars. I first heard them drinking one of my first legal beers at Bukowski's in Boston. Over a Sam Adams and a $2 burger, I heard the "Set Yourself on Fire" album and was immediately hooked. And I'm so glad I was, they continue to bring me back to a time that never happened and let me enjoy all those feelings I could have felt all over again.
So with no further adieu, here is a link to some newer (I think) versions of their classics:
Stars
Life is a Beach: San Francisco in June
With the help of my beloved family (and their birthday checks) I was able to purchase myself a long overdue Digital EOS Canon XSi (check the specs here). The thing is a gorgeous beast and my 9th grade photo class knowledge of f-stops and aperture are proving rusty. While I am no Ansel Adams (yet), I thought it proper to take some pictures of my neighborhood on a particularly sunny day. So here's a slice of my life: North Beach, San Francisco. It's unique, it's diverse, it's home.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Cops!
Wanted to see how a hulu video on this blog. And I love Cops. I mean a serious, borderline obsession with Cops. Just listen to this description:
In Portland, OR, officers pull over a suspicious vehicle only to discover a trio of men and "a 7-year supply" of ecstasy.
You can't make this shit up!
In Portland, OR, officers pull over a suspicious vehicle only to discover a trio of men and "a 7-year supply" of ecstasy.
You can't make this shit up!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Lykke Li - Little Bit
Thanks to Swedish Elisabeth for this one. A devilishly catchy song from Norse Country.
Antoine Dufour - Into Your Heart - www.candyrat.com
From the youtubers that brought us Andy McKee, here's some more great guitar mastery
New BMW: Made of Cloth
I really don't know how feasible this car or this idea could ever be, but the new concept GINA Light Visionary Model is damn sexy. Made with a Lycra hybrid cloth, the car has no rigid shell, allowing it to shape shift underneath the mailable material (think that move with the ghosts whose faces push against bed sheets, but replace scary ghosts with sexy German engineering). Take a gander at the Wired article here:
And to get the full experience (and perhaps a bit of a chubby), watch the video.
Or for the picture junkies, feast your eyes on these tasty morsels:
And to get the full experience (and perhaps a bit of a chubby), watch the video.
Or for the picture junkies, feast your eyes on these tasty morsels:
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sigur Ros- Gobbledigook
The new video for the great new Sigur Ros tune. If this song is any indication of the upcoming album, these guys are taking their sound in an entirely new direction. I for one am excited to brave the new trail.
Sigur Ros have an uncanny ability to capture intense emotions and bottle them in blasts of sound that don't even need words. That may be their biggest selling point for me- the fact that most of what they sing is indeed "gobbledigook" only helps to reinforce my opinions on what is the best mechanism for a message. I have long been a fan of commercials and short films that are short on copy and big on music. It's like words are giving you a finite playing field to search for the meaning while music opens up the flood gates and let you interpret any way you wish. In a nut shell, that's what Sigur Ros is to me, a limitless flow of interpretive opportunity. And with that, the video:
Sigur Ros have an uncanny ability to capture intense emotions and bottle them in blasts of sound that don't even need words. That may be their biggest selling point for me- the fact that most of what they sing is indeed "gobbledigook" only helps to reinforce my opinions on what is the best mechanism for a message. I have long been a fan of commercials and short films that are short on copy and big on music. It's like words are giving you a finite playing field to search for the meaning while music opens up the flood gates and let you interpret any way you wish. In a nut shell, that's what Sigur Ros is to me, a limitless flow of interpretive opportunity. And with that, the video:
Monday, June 9, 2008
Michael Jackson- PYT
Is it just me or did this sogn come out of nowhere and blow up like crazy? In whatever case, this song is a natural booty mover and I approve.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Coldplay - Don't Panic
another one from coldplay. Again, this song remains one of my favorites and it's got a great video to boot.
Coldplay - Yellow
this video has a special place in my heart and always brings back a nostalgic smirk to my face.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
VideoSong2 - Eat - Jack Conte
An interesting guy, some great "videosongs" and a fresh sound (also has a love for the word dust). Best yet, he's a San Franciscan!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Kimbo Slice vs James Thompson CBS Part 1
Kimbo! Kimbo! Kimbo!
Let the hater's hate, but Kimbo brings the pain.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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Friday, May 30, 2008
Tokyo Police Club - In A Cave
Mood making music- get you pumped, happy, angry, energetic- who knew skinny white guys could do all that?
Jenkem, A Example of American Ingenuity, Spirit
Kids of America,
You have an uphill climb ahead of you. You will have to cope with a crumbling economy, foreign war, global warming, domestic disparities and an energy/water crisis as you grow into your own. A lot of people say that we're screwed, that we've ruined our world for the coming generations. But where they see despair, I see a resilience, an uncanny ability to adapt and overcome even the greatest of obstacles. It has always been a part of this countries intrinsic fiber. And there is no better example of our continued optimistic fight than you, children of the nation. When you were unable to buy weed because wildfires destoryed all of the potent crops, you found a solution in over the counter cough rememdies. When Uncle Sam got wise to your robo-tripping, you found a way to get high from snorting your ADD medication. And now they are trying to take that god given (or doctor prescribed) right away.
We now stand at the crossroads of history, at a crucial crux between federal oppression and our right to get high. And once again it is you, the golden Cherubs of this fine nation, that have found our next answer. Who would have thought of shitting in a bottle, letting it bake in the sun and then huffing the poo gases, causing hallucinations that involve talking to dead people? Certainly not anyone over the age of 30. No, this revolution is yours to hold, children. It was you who saw an opportunity and you who ran with it. You crouched over that Poland Spring bottle, let it rip, put a party balloon over the opening and hid it behind the shed for a day. You found the wiggly straw, uncorked your concoction and took "a hit from the poop pipe [citation needed]". You had shit on your breath for the week. You endured the crushing effects of coming off crap fumes. You permanently branded yourself- publicly or privately- as a fecal huffer. You made us believe again.
So to you, brave soldiers of the days to come, I commend and thank you. When this nation is in it's bleakest hour, I will keep the faith. I will remember that there are those among us, growing bigger, stronger and smarter everyday that will intentionally breathe in fermented dung. And not for them, but for us all. For the future.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Birthday Thought
Birthdays are all about getting older, celebrating another year down.
So why do they make you so nostalgic?
So why do they make you so nostalgic?
Friday, May 23, 2008
Pork and Beans
Finally, someone is doing what they should be doing- compiling every internet meme video and creating a rocking rock video that rocks. Flabbergastin.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Delightful Ghosts
I have been blessed recently by the brush of many of my nearest and dearest friends taking the time out of their exciting lives to come visit me in my new home of San Francisco. Enjoying laughs and relishing in memories- both old and budding- I am reminded of a life that I once had. And in the reminder, I remember that I can still have that life with these people, that memories aren't finite, that we can continue to create moments.
It's easy to get caught in the motions of a routine that doesn't do you well. To sleep late, to work mundanely, to return to your empty bed, to say nothing, to think not a thing. This is where I was beginning to find myself more than I'd like to admit. But with the simple presence of the people that I love the most has reignited me. Again I crave creation, idolize idealism, and wonder.
To those who are responsible for my rising from the ashes, I thank you. It is a unique situation to know such amazing people and be able to bathe in their sunlight. I love you all.
It's easy to get caught in the motions of a routine that doesn't do you well. To sleep late, to work mundanely, to return to your empty bed, to say nothing, to think not a thing. This is where I was beginning to find myself more than I'd like to admit. But with the simple presence of the people that I love the most has reignited me. Again I crave creation, idolize idealism, and wonder.
To those who are responsible for my rising from the ashes, I thank you. It is a unique situation to know such amazing people and be able to bathe in their sunlight. I love you all.
Friday, May 9, 2008
José González - Down The Line
Odd video for sure- Love the song, not sure how I feel about this production, though. Just looking at other jose videos it seems that this piggish figure is a running character throughout a number of pieces, so I'll post a few
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Vitalic - Poney Part 1
Finally, they are legalizing cocaine for canines. Have funny, little buddies.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Mia Doi Todd - My Room is White
Original song pre-remix by Flying Lotus. Hearing this song straight out really makes you wonder, "how the fuck did he decide to remix THIS? Is he a fan of minimalist female vocal tracks? Did his mom give him this cd for christmas? was he walking down the street while they were filming?" Who knows...
My Room Is White (Flying Lotus Remix)
He's been around for a while, but I'm just now discovering Flying Lotus. This remix is sick and chill and glitchy and wonderful- so much so that I'll be catching him (along with the Glitch Mob) at Mighty in SF next Friday.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Stevie Wonder, Sesame Street. 1972.
Bring this back to Sesame Street! This was like 125th Ave Sesame Street, located in the heart of funk.
Sia - Little Black Sandals (KCRW 2007)
I'm on a video/music kick, so let's roll out with a little beautiful Sia.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tha Trickaz pushing buttons
Pushing Buttons has never been so much fun and rewarding! A similar artist, DJ Egadz will be coming to perform for us at Goodby in SF on May 1st and I for one a pumped. Long live button pushers, nob twiddlers, and beat machines.
Monday, April 7, 2008
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
CGI Nature
It's too bad real nature isn't like this- I wouldn't be forced to drive into the desert and do massive amounts of peyote in order to have a spirit vision.
Stevie Wonder - All I Do
Stevie Wonder Wednesdays! This guy has more talent in one pinkie than I have in both pinkies!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
DJ Format - We know something you don't know
what's better than sharks, alligators, bears and cheetahs getting along- how about them all popping and locking over a J5 beat?
Monday, February 25, 2008
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