Wednesday, January 28, 2009

blah blah blah date.

so dentist = death. I can't keep my jaw open for such extended periods....ladies I apologize on behalf of the straight demographic for semi-transparent reasons. No cavities so goodtimes with that but I have some ominous black spot that caused Dr. Montgumz to refer to a medical textbook....ughh, way to play it cool doc. I feel starved for a creative tangent...its been all books and bank as of late. My soul needs refreshment - and my body needs a beach.

The new AC album is pretty fresh. I finally tracked down the Panda Bear scream fest that I've been searching for since the show back in August. Did you see the photos? no? well I'll post them later....(6 months and a few days later.... ahh.) My girls plays out like a dream. the vid is pretty (and all osmosis jonezy):







On the retro list we've got Animals, the experimental groove fest that trips through about an hour of bliss (Two if you play it twice, which you should).





The 15 minute long ballad Dogs is more schizophrenic than a paranoid android and music just doesn't come in that tightly engineered package that '77 can boast about until the future generations do what we did to Bach. (NAME A SONG. NAME ONE.) Waters and Gilmour are gods. what else can we say? QUOTEQUOTEQUOTE

You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me
So I don’t feel alone
Of the weight of the stone
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing




and the solos? jesus. that flying pig among the stacks is your brain being polluted by the radio/video waves and Floyd? the blue sky opening up your salvation. awesome. fuck yeah.

final suggestion of the week?:

The Kills "Tape Song" sexy. dark. worthwhile. yes.


out.

Monday, January 26, 2009

graffiti is the vanguard of the _______ social movement?


=LAME.












With all forms there stand those who lead and those who jump hoops for fame and recognition. why write on walls? the tagging - marking your name over everything like a child who wasn't paid enough attention - playing on premature feelings of ownership...a erratic nature of lame. to tag is not to own. to challenge the corporate shills who plaster their name across our public space like they own our lives, never asking permission and never paying out to those who suffer...well that could be a bit more interesting.

Ad execs, CEOs and other such individuals who make these calls (thank god their crumbling and ads are going INFO-shik) live with their children in gated communities, free from the annoying plague of our truly communal spaces. but consider this: where is our cut? wheres our information less a paycheque? who authorized this? and that it seems is what this all comes down to, authorized writing on the wall. when it's anonymous it's scary, at least to the CEOs whos market share is being compromised, and to the commission who isn't being paid off... but this attack on the status quo does little to elevate our problematic arrangement.

So tagging it seems, if not futile, is overdone. Less than effective it is a front in the fight that does as much to harm the movement as those on the other side. Effectively creating an eyesore is no feat to be proud of. When the battle is one of understanding, speaking in code does nothing to advance a cause, and no one gives a fuck what your name is. Brand yourself however you want, how about we brand some change. make a fucking move worth making, don't simply degrade the battle being waged on behalf of the legitimate.

If you want to see your name in lights, or glowing fluorescent - and that is the sole motivation - then jesus, grow some ambition, stumble across some ideals and make something happen. This is not the 60s, useless action doesn't get you a golden star in this era. conscious patterns of protest, visible contentions and a viral form that actually challenges the dominant coalition is what the scrawl has developed into. Don't try to live out the "golden age" - face it, you fucking missed out, so grow a pair and make some contribution rather than ugifying with something you think is cool cause you stole it from your vhs copy of style wars. take the product out of productive. or whatever. Just stop writing some tired letters in my neighbourhood, give me something to talk about, to be proud of, to get a fucking spark bleeding to a righouteous amount of change. Barack has black hands now, so fucking deal with it.

New Rose Hotel: Christopher Walken, Willem Dafoe...so far sounds pretty good huh?

throw in some awkward 'techy' missed predictions, a tacky script and a horrendous plot then set the blender to flawed vision of the not-so future and you've got the shittiest film I've seen in the past few months.

I was drawn to it by the double billing of two respected actors and the ominous title, but that was sadly not enough to keep this project afloat. avoid, at all costs.

I don't remember how it ends, but thats because I fell asleep, it was that bad..otherwise I'd ruin the ending to save your soul.

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On another note, this time last year the high was 15, not minus 10....global warming what happened to the deal we made? with the warming and the good times and the tropical city I was promised? asshole.

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And moving even further in another direction, an Ox is just another word for emasculated bull....apparently if you rip off their balls they work harder and don't try to kill everything....could this be a viable solution for our douche overpopulation in the city? only time will tell.

Monday, January 19, 2009

death to firefox


So my old and competent firefox crashed the other day...or 'updated' (...fucked itself retarded?). I've lost everything from links to having it layed out the way I wanted it. Now its slow, ugly and useless. Piece of shit.


still, watch this:

CRAZY GUY (watch for his self-exaltation not the shooting.)


Host: What's something you could compare it too?
Gunman: The Speed of Light.


classic.