I picked this up off the Korean Intercept. Experience it:
And a hot bowl of thanks to Tim.
I picked this up off the Korean Intercept. Experience it:
And a hot bowl of thanks to Tim.
1. I broke my own rule about letting the bloggins go for four days without an update. This does not make me happy, but I had a guest in from out of town.
2. Somehow Glee is still on tv. But it seems to have forgotten that it’s a damn musical, and that it cannot take itself seriously. This is how things go to shit. Shelf that crap next to Cop Rock. In related news: WTF Lost? A rerun?
3. Looks like somebody had the old “Milwaukee Breakfast”:
4. Maybe you missed my unemployment tips? If you did, they’re over at Yobeat.com for your reading pleasure.
5. I’ve got to email a girl about a cork fedora, which might be like seeing a man about a dog.
6. I got this letter from the New Yorker yesterday:
What’s funny is that my subscription doesn’t run out until August of 2011, and I pay nothing near that price. But I called into to make sure I was still on the cheap reads lists and I’m all good. Sarah a the subscription office was a peach. I’m now subscribed through August of 2016. (I have included the ruler for scale.)
7. I’m back into Murakami.
8. I guess this is real. Some people should have their lives revoked. You’ll dance to anything by any bunch of stupid Europeans who come over here
with their big hairdos intent on taking our money instead of giving your cash, where it belongs, to a decent American artist like myself.
First off, this dude passed away:
And if you didn’t know, he’s the same guy who brought us this:
I heard this bit on the radio this morning about how he went from punk rock to the writing for the New Yorker. In my impressively hanged-over mind I assumed he was a staff writer. I was shook. Even bigger than when I found out that vocal man from Bad Religion got his PhD from Cornell. Or that Milo went to college but then got his PhD in biochemistry from the UW Madison. That’s way radder than finding out Hosoi went to prison and out Jesussed.
Anyway, I was wrong so we can all go back to doing what we do on a Friday afternoon.
Like The New Yorker could find anyone more punk than Malcolm Gladwell or Seymour Hersh. C’mon.
There are few TV personalities I like. And one of the few is Conan O’Brien. Also there are few TV personalities I hate more thanChristine Brennen. And one of them is Jay Leno. You see Brennan is just an naive. She knows nothing of what she speaks (save for the Ice Capades). Leno on the other hand has made millions upon millions putting people to sleep with bigotry and tired jokes. And he’s an egotist of the worse kind. He had his run of late night and copped David Letterman’s style for too long. Then when NBC told him it was time to go, he whined his way into a 9pm show. Then as NBC fell into the toilet Jay Leno was right there to take a shit on it, climb a top the mound and proclaim himself Hey-sues. Meanwhile everyone else was like, “No dude, you’re just shitty.”
Now NBC wants to push Conan around. Fuck That. And for now it seems like The Irish is sticking up for himself. I hope it works. We need more Conan.
Since I’ve been getting down on this snowboardering scene one thing has remained constant: Todd Richards. Well that and Burton Bindings. The thing is for a long time I was opposed to TR, mostly because there was no place close to me selling Morrow decks, but also because this dude was on TV. He was the fucking sell-out. He was on the X-lames talking about the importance of a shradder being a pizza delivery boy (a job i would later take to try getting more in touch with my peoples). I thought “What a schmuck!” But here’s the thing, TR had something figured out, he saw where snowboarding was going, and goddammit he was going do what he could to keep it legit. Everyone else was making money ,dragging snowboarding into the mainstream, and they didn’t give a fuck who spoke about it. Shit. If it wasn’t for Todd we’d probably have Christine Brennan calling Roast Beets and Frontside Indies in the half-pike.
I don’t even think I caught up with TR’s level until four or five years ago. It just seemed to click. The dude is 100% amazing and a credit to our game, plus he’s funny. Need more proof? Look at his interview with Method Mag:
I would listen to this:
This dude lived twenty minutes in the future. I have to imagine that is something like being enlightened. But homeboy had it all wrong about computer graphix.
I spend way too much time pumping the NPR. I mean that shit just clangs in my place. I’ve even got a loopt podcast of Doualy Xaykaothao reports that I let spin all night. That shit even keeps the ASIMOs awake. Think about that–They’re robots, they’re plugged in, and they still can’t get any recharge time.
But that isn’t what’s important. This is what is: I was stoked to hear them call out James Cameron and his new movie.
Basically you’ve got Neda Ulaby just killing it on the vocals here, busting up Avatar and some new “Tik Tok” song. Previous to this broadcast I had never even heard of the song, but it sounded like pop schlock. Then last night I had the pleasure of catching Ke$ha on Conan.
Fuck me.
I knew, as soon as people started hyping Avatar, I wanted nothing to do with it. Over blown, ego-stroking, poor excuse to of a movie. I’ve been pretty opposed to James Cameron for a while now. Sure I saw Abyss, but that was only because I heard there were some boobs in it. Aliens was a good flick, but seemed to be way to similar to a movie I had already seen. It was called Alien and Ridley Scott had already kicked some ass. And I’m proud to say I’ve never seen Titanic. Nevermind the fact that I think LDC and Kate Winslet are great actors, I knew the movie was bound to be 100% trash.
So you’re going to tell me Avatar was a good movie. I’m sure you’re still sleeping on that Captain EO joint. Avatar fans are typically the same poeple who are pumping KISS-FM or whatever you pop radio station is. And you love this Ke$ha track. Seriously, had I known in my younger days that all it took to get girls excited was a string of hyperboles, I wouldn’t have spent so much time skateboarding. It crap music, your personality on Conan’s show was crap, and your name is spelled with a dollar sign.Not even three of them. It basically means you’re shallow and broke.
Plus you cannot, really spell your name like that. I learned this when the state of Vermont wouldn’t let me legally change my name to 4700, because I refused to budge on the use of Arabic numerals.
Alright all you desk-jockeys, cubicle crusaders, and office park aficionados, it’s back to normal work weeks. That means it time to get back on your blog routine. It goes like this: work 1/2 a day, eat lunch, check blogs. You know this is true. Deal with it. Get down with today.
Spectre of the Brocken once told me to stay away from civil service dramas. I always took that advice lightly. Like when your health teacher told you nothing good ever comes of drug use. I thought it was just some old man kicking some ancient mindset at me.
Then last night I found myself sucked into some serious civil service junk. Shit had me hooked. and I didn’t even jump in until it was half over. But it was about skateboardering, so I’m predisposed to getting caught up. And Just so we are all on the same page, here is the synopsis to last night’s Cold Case episode, Hoodrats, direct from the CBS website:
Synopsis
The team re-opens the 1995 case of a skateboarding prodigy who lived on the streets.
Full Recap
The cold case team opens up a case of Nash Simpson, a skateboarding prodigy who went missing in the 1990’s. The team discovers the body of a John Doe in an abandoned warehouse and they were able to identify the body as Nash Simpson. The team now has some clues to work with in his disappearance case. They discover that Nash had made many friends, but also made many enemies after he ran away from New Jersey to Philadelphia. He was able to parlay his skateboarding skills into a career. He was able to obtain a sponsor and was on his way to becoming a star but fell in with the wrong crowd. Ultimately, one of Nash’s new junkie friends betrayed and killed him in order to score his next fix.
Now we’re going to go over a few points here.
Broder vR passed me a wok for christmas. I finally busted that shit out in style.
What you are looking at here is a mint chutney, tuna marsala samosas, stir-fried onions, peppers, zucchini and cashews, and garlic naan. My diet is amazing.
Speaking of samosas, I owe the recipe to the broad in this video:
I’m not much a Christmas music person. Even hearing it peripherally it tends to drive me a little crazy. In fact, after hearing the absurd …I’m just crazy about horses at the end of “Jingle Bells” and the pop-sensation-of-the-year doing a cover of “Santa Baby” I become increasingly soured on the Holiday. Actually, the “Santa Baby: song just makes me feel uncomfortable.
However, there are some Christmas classics I’m always down for hearing. I’m going to do the list countdown style, just so you can feel the tension. Brace yourself.
5. Run DMC–”Christmas in Hollis.” Classic rap and Christmas music together. It seems everyone should be happy. No additional explanation needed.
#4 The Ramones–”Merry Christmas (I don’t want to fight tonight).” Another Queens classic, plus one of the stranger endings of any video.
#3 Megafaun- “I Saw Three Ships.” This is a new one for this year. Unfortunately I’ve only got the audio of it, but check it out.
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#2 “Auld Lang Syne.” This is the only holiday classic I can deal with apart from Ukrainian Carol of the Bells. There is just so much tension sitting just below the surface of this song. So long 2009, moving on!
#1 The Pogues with Kristy MacColl–”The Fairytale of New York.”If you eat too much Christmas candy you will get Shane McGowan teeth.
I’ve spent the past few days eyeballing an Analog MD Clone jacket. This bitch dropped eight years ago with an MSRP of $1000, but that included the MiniDisc Player. the MD Clone was developed with Acronym, who is now in the market of blowing minds with outerwear. It had controls on the sleeve and a specific, protected pocket for the MD Player. Pretty much bombeddy shit for the time.
Never copped one, and in time I gave away my MiniDisc player, and grabbed the Ipod which i almost immediately opted to lose whilst snowboardering one day. I’ve been portable music-less since. Now I’m not going to claim the MD was better than the Ipod, but it was a legit system. Skip-proof, mega storage capability, and compact. Plus an audio input that was the sickest. I think it’s a pretty fair assessment to say that it was ahead of it’s time, the way few other things are.
In honor of the MD Clone I’ve compiled a list of other things that were before their time. Dig it:
These are all facts, deal with them.