February 2009
Exactly 28,000 Flickr views. Odometer moment!
January 2009
Flickr is, like, the most valuable writing aid since ever. Captioning my collection has relit my popular science fire/
I will definitely not be going to see the Watchmen movie. I don’t care how good it is, or isn’t. I care too much about the original.
Sweden has the socialized medicine and the mass transite and all that, but no hip-hop. That would not be an acceptable tradeoff for me.
Unfortunately, being sick drained all the manic intensity out of me. Finding it hard to relight the motivational fire.
One virtue of being sick for so long was that it made me ignore the book completely. Now I feel more emboldened to make dramatic cuts.
I have a whole full-length track slowly building around a single phrase of OutKast: “Shake it, shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture.”
Our Swedish friend is staying with us, it’s fun having a foreigner around to discuss Barack Obama with, she isn’t already bored of it all.
My mom just evinced actual cautious optimism about my professional prospects on the phone. This is a new and welcome development.
Bringing jazz into Alice Tully Hall didn’t help, it just made me think jazz is boring too. Music - dance/audience participation = fail.
The New Yorker is sweet sometimes. Alex Ross expends all those column inches assuring us that classical concerts aren’t expensive at all!
The thing is, Alex, I don’t avoid classical concerts because of their supposed expense. I avoid them because they’re boring, boring, boring.
Listening to Panthalassa, amused by Bill Laswell remixing Miles Davis albums that were remixes of themselves to begin with.
I was identified in a crowded coffeeshop as the web guy based solely on my haircut, or I guess lack thereof.
This episode of South Park about goth kids vs vampire kids is like the funniest thing I’ve seen in dog’s years. Burning Down Hot Topic!
Almost a week confined to quarters with the flu. And yet my work and social lives are totally unimpeded. Internet!
I’m getting paid to write about programming, about which I know little. I’m not getting paid to write about music, about which I know much.
Huzzah, I’m no longer too sick to blog. Yup, got that going for me.
I’d like to say I’m watching SpongeBob because it’s all my fever-addled mind can handle, but I also watch him when I’m healthy, so, yeah.
Past that part of the flu where I had vivid Kafka dreams of deceased relatives; now on to the part where I’m just tired, achy and bored.
Sick. Lame.
I mean, I’m typing this with Slick Rick and Doug E Fresh playing. I wonder if I could have imagined this back in the actual eighties.
Thanks to Gawker, now I get to follow Justine Bateman’s Tumblr! Truly, the eighties will live forever on the internet.
New Flickr uploader appears identical to old Flickr uploader, except works better. How nice.
Oops, spoke too soon. The Flickr uploader took the HTML in my captions and rendered it as Unicode.
I got a mixtape CD of eighties hip-hop from a guy on the street that is killing! Slick Rick, Mona Lisa, where have you been all my life?
As I type, I’m realizing that Obama probably chose Warren because of his pro-hula dancing stance.
The Purpose-Driven Life is baloney, but unusually tasty and nutritious baloney as baloney goes, you know?
In the evangelical community, Rick Warren is controversial for introducing hula dancing, meditation and yoga practice into church.
I even feel good about Rick Warren. I know, the gay thing, but Rick Warren is way, way more progressive than most of his fellow clergy.
As I think about it, I like the symbolism of walking Bush all the way to the helicopter. It was a warm and respectful gesture.
Yesterday when Obama said “Restore science to its rightful place”, I wrote, “amen!” Christianity is alive and well, even in my atheist head.
It’s like, I want us to eat less meat, and be nicer to the animals and stuff, but people, life is murder.
This PETA “sea kitten” thing is beyond silly. Is a radish a “ground kitten?” They’re alive too. Is an E coli bacterium a “tiny kitten”?
Anna saw “digital cache” on my screen and misread it as “digital ache.” Perfect name for a Radiohead album.
Electronics store on Atlantic Ave was showing Master And Commander with a soundtrack of loud Lil Wayne. I love Brooklyn.