August 2010
Current obsession. Blowing off “important” reading and impulsively ordering one 33 1/3 book after another. I’m finding the earlier ones are far more boring / formulaic / not really offering anything I didn’t already know. The later ones are less hit or miss, though you can definitely see the influx of “Pitchforkian writing standards” less than subtly...
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What is your favorite kind of sandwich?
A roast beef sandwich from the deli within a bodega in the Financial District near Wall Street in NYC.
Go on folks, ask away.
“I’m going to be dead someday for a very, very long time. I think I need to...”
– Wise, wise words from Gage. Should I ever write another song that needs words i’m totally stealing this as a lyric.
“A 60-mile (100km) traffic jam outside Beijing could last until mid-September,...”
– From this week’s Economist. Dang. And I thought the Edens was bad!
Living in the Stone Age! Our internet at home has been down since Saturday and the earliest Comcast can get out to fix it when I can actually be there is late tomorrow. Thank god I have an iPhone or I’d be going crazy! (Though checking work email on that teensy screen via web browser is a bit taxing, and let’s not even talk about trying to edit Chicagoist entries in Movable Type via...
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maura:
Please, please, please read this post by Amy Klein of Titus Andronicus. It perfectly encapsulates so many of my frustrations with the current moment.
Great GREAT great post.
In which a grumpy old man tells some kids to get off his lawn. This may be slightly disjointed because I’m still trying to collect all my thoughts on the subject, but I feel like I need to get some of this out now in order to allow everything to percolate a bit. Creativity in the internet age ain’t what it used to be. I’ve been thinking a lot about art lately. And people that consider themselves...
“It was the first time I was living a life in New York that resembled anything...”
– From James Murphy’s piece about “Losing My Edge” in Five Dials. As someone who made his name playing a certain kind of music, only to find everyone start playing that music, and feeling the same shame spiral over being upset about that I can TOTALLY identify with this intro.
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“Quirk, loosed from its moorings, quickly becomes exhausting. It’s easy for David...”
– Quirked Around by Michael Hirschorn
Talk about the weather. Recently I’ve noticed a disturbing trend of people talking / blogging / etc. about how much they can’t wait for summer to be over and for fall to start. To the people I say; are you frickin’ crazy?! Listen, we suffer through eight months of miserable weather to enjoy our all too brief summers. Fall lasts, and I’m not kidding, a scant few weeks before...
Summer jam of 2010 … where did you go? On Chicagoist today we asked the all important question of the year: Where is this summer’s jam? Do you know? I sure as hell can’t find it.
Mondays are blah blah blah, blergh. Mondays really blow, lately. I don’t know what it is but both GalPal and I have woken up absolutely drained the last few Mondays even if we’ve done absolutely nothing the day before. Is it the abrupt switch from weekend to weekday? Is it because our weekends are generally jam-packed with activities or errands so we don’t actually get any real time to recharge...
Yesterday we had cupcakes! This morning my tongue is STILL BLUE! What was in that frosting? Super-duper strength food coloring?!
PMA! PMA! Woke up this morning to find GalPal had disappeared! I found her sleeping on the couch downstairs. Our house has central air but for some reason the upstairs is always a handful of degrees warmer than the other floors so GalPal and I tboth migrate to the cooler lower environs from evening to evening. Still, it’s slightly unnerving to wake up and find yourself alone in a big bed....
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maura:
lol katy perry is so FREE and FUN and WACKY you guys
*shoots self in head*
A shout out to my lady. Look, dating me IS NOT ALWAYS EASY. I’m a loving boyfriend but I can also be a complete idiot. So let’s take a moment to reflect on just how awesome GalPal is for putting up with me! And no, I haven’t done anything REALLY stupid at the moment to warrant this, I just thought it’s one of those things that should be out there. I am totally buying her an ice cream cone...
Gone fishin’. Be back tomorrow!
The metal is oddly cool against our feet. When Betty the Beagle walks down our stairs it sounds like a herd of beagles are slowly making their way down some steep metallic hill. Our interior stairway was actually designed for outdoor use; it’s made of metal and I bet it could withstand the elements better than our non-weatherproofed wooden front porch. As a result unless you have feet sans...
Pushing myself outta the comfort zone. GalPal left town this weekend to head south and visit her family then head out with her sister to get drunk on a friend’s really big boat at some place called Party Cove. I was extended a last minute invite but turned it down because, let’s be honest here, putting me on a boat in “Party Cove” surrounded by a bunch of hard partying early twenty-somethings...
“Advertising creatives fall into two main branches: copywriters, who are...”
– Whenever I tell someone I’m a senior copywriter at my 9-to-5 they always ask me what that entails, and often seem unable to grasp that copywriters do WAY more than just “write copy.” The above description does a nice job of describing just what I do though. (via Mashable)
haylr asked: Just noticed you reblogged what I wrote about Free Energy at Beauty Bar-- accept my belated thanks! Saw them again at Pitchfork, where I thought they once again rocked it. Ever since I have been in a Free Energy-listening tailspin that was only broken by receiving the new Arcade Fire. How was that barn show? Sounded amazing.
She’s a sneak! Pickle the Kitten has grown a lone dreadlock on her back. In college, when I had long hair and people would mistake me for a hippie I’d tell them it was just a ruse to draw in the patchouli crowd and then lob nitroglycerin filled hackey sacks their way. I can only assume Pickle’s taking after her dad and sporting the dread to draw hippies in and give ‘em a...
The automatic shut-off is broken. I sit here at my desk surrounded by CD cases — it seems all my desks are decorated thusly — and find I am once again awake at an ungodly hour. Part of that has to do with the fact I fell asleep slightly earlier than I usually do but the primary reason would have to do with my brain. It just won’t shut down lately. Now I’ve always been the...
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thebronzemedal:
From McSweeney’s:
What concerned us most about The Newspaper was its lack of Wi-Fi. Eventually, however, we found this advantage to be overstated, even misleading. Engineers using The Newspaper typically did so 30 to 60 minutes a day. Afterward, they went outside, formed relationships, and took in what life had to offer. Those using Wi-Fi-enabled e-readers tended...
Investing in karma. So yesterday I’m at Au Bon Pain, rubbing my high falutin’ ways in front of anyone and everyone walking through the underground walkway, getting some lunch. I purchase said lunch, decline my receipt like I always do, and headed back to the office. A few minutes later I get a call from my bank saying something or other about suspicious activity on my account so I call them back....
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