..because I'm about to pee and poop myself:
Portishead (currently recording their 4th album) has announced that they will be hosting/headlining the two-day "I'll Be Your Mirror" event next July. Now a Portishead live show is worthy of soiling your drawers as it is, but opening for Portishead on Day 1 will be DOOM (!) and Company Flow (!!), and Beach House (among others) on Day 2 . Will DOOM and Beth Gibbons appear on stage together?!? A duet, per chance!? Oh! The mind reels!
Unfortunately, this musical extravaganza will be taking place in some place called 'London'. It appears that I will have to expedite the construction of my Organic Matter TransporterTM (which wasn't supposed to be unveiled until 2012) in order to beam myself across the pond to bear witness to this awesomeness.
November 24, 2010
November 23, 2010
November 03, 2010
I Have No Words For This...
*UPDATE* - Apparently, Rand Paul has learned right quick to fall in line with the rest of the conservative establishment: he has already flip-flopped on his vow to ban all earmarks. It barely took one week...
Election Results!
Did you vote yesterday? Of course, you didn’t. That was a dumb question. My apologies.
Stoners Fail to Outnumber Old White People… Wait, What?!
California’s Prop 19 -- the initiative to legalize and tax pot -- lost by nine percentage points. California, my future home, will one day have open air weed farmers’ markets. And weed will be sold in Whole Foods, where underpaid new employees will offer you samples of Bubblegum Kush and Gelato Pine. It will be a great day to be a Californian. But until that day, we will simply have to go through the taxing process of telling a doctor we sometimes get anxious so they’ll give us a medical marijuana card. Which, when you think about it, is fucking awesome. So, the state of California decided not to make their state even more awesome than it already is. I’m fine with that.
Dan Quayle’s Son Wins Congressional Seat
Fuck Arizona. I’ve never been there, I will never go there, and I’m pretty safe in the knowledge that I am missing absolutely nothing. Ben Quayle? Really? Fuck you, Arizona.
GOP Assumes Control of House
Oh, no! I guess the Obama administration will have to curtail all those banking regulations, right? Wait, they did already? Okay, so that means that Obama will have to shelve all those liberal policies he had waiting in his holster, yeah? Jesus. What does it mean that I want both political parties to fail miserably?
Sarah Palin: Inexplicably Still a Famous Political-Type Person
Ms. Palin said recently that she would run for president in 2012 only if no other suitable conservative candidates can be identified. That’s like saying I’d like to go out with you, but only if I know we’re going to fuck later. Yeah, if I’m assured the GOP nomination, I’ll give it go, but if there’s any competition, fuck that shit; I’ve got my reality TV show career to think about.
America to Incumbents: Go Fuck Yourselves
To paraphrase Benjamin Linus: America is a fickle bitch. If you’re in power, you’re the cause of all the problems we have at that moment. Nevermind that you’ve maybe only had two years on the job to try and un-fuck the country from eight years of the constant and unwarranted Bush/Cheney rapestakes. It doesn’t matter who preceded you; it’s your fault. But don’t worry. When you don’t get reelected, it will stop being your fault, and it will become the next guy’s fault. Then you can assume a board position at an investment back or energy conglomerate, and clean up. See, incumbents, it’s not so bad after all.
Stoners Fail to Outnumber Old White People… Wait, What?!
California’s Prop 19 -- the initiative to legalize and tax pot -- lost by nine percentage points. California, my future home, will one day have open air weed farmers’ markets. And weed will be sold in Whole Foods, where underpaid new employees will offer you samples of Bubblegum Kush and Gelato Pine. It will be a great day to be a Californian. But until that day, we will simply have to go through the taxing process of telling a doctor we sometimes get anxious so they’ll give us a medical marijuana card. Which, when you think about it, is fucking awesome. So, the state of California decided not to make their state even more awesome than it already is. I’m fine with that.
Dan Quayle’s Son Wins Congressional Seat
Fuck Arizona. I’ve never been there, I will never go there, and I’m pretty safe in the knowledge that I am missing absolutely nothing. Ben Quayle? Really? Fuck you, Arizona.
GOP Assumes Control of House
Oh, no! I guess the Obama administration will have to curtail all those banking regulations, right? Wait, they did already? Okay, so that means that Obama will have to shelve all those liberal policies he had waiting in his holster, yeah? Jesus. What does it mean that I want both political parties to fail miserably?
Sarah Palin: Inexplicably Still a Famous Political-Type Person
Ms. Palin said recently that she would run for president in 2012 only if no other suitable conservative candidates can be identified. That’s like saying I’d like to go out with you, but only if I know we’re going to fuck later. Yeah, if I’m assured the GOP nomination, I’ll give it go, but if there’s any competition, fuck that shit; I’ve got my reality TV show career to think about.
America to Incumbents: Go Fuck Yourselves
To paraphrase Benjamin Linus: America is a fickle bitch. If you’re in power, you’re the cause of all the problems we have at that moment. Nevermind that you’ve maybe only had two years on the job to try and un-fuck the country from eight years of the constant and unwarranted Bush/Cheney rapestakes. It doesn’t matter who preceded you; it’s your fault. But don’t worry. When you don’t get reelected, it will stop being your fault, and it will become the next guy’s fault. Then you can assume a board position at an investment back or energy conglomerate, and clean up. See, incumbents, it’s not so bad after all.
October 16, 2010
Silent Majority? (Fingers Crossed)
I've been under a self-imposed blog-silence for awhile now--mainly because I've got myself worked up into a big ball of frightened confusion about the upcoming November elections, and the state of U.S. politics in general (and I'm also starting to gather intel on what a 'best music of 2010' list might look like.. aww yeah).
So, I hate to admit it, but the Tea Party scares me (as do Halloween costume stores, but that's another story). Now, it is possible that all Tea Party supporters are not racist xeno-homo-phobe evangelicals, but racist xenophobic shit like this is not good evidence of that theory...
I thought white tea was supposed to be healthy, soft, subtle, and not at all bitter because it is picked when it's young?
And I'm not scared because I didn't think there were soooo many people in America who held these types of worldviews--there are and they do, move along--it's just that I don't think they've ever been so politically motivated and assembled (but I am a shitty political historian so you might want to check). I must've underestimated the level of bat-guano craziness one, singular black (w/ white mom, mind you) president could cause in people. I am cautiously pessimistic that there is a silent majority of Americans out there that get offended and angry when people say they want to "take our country back," and that Tea Party wins on election day won't be as significant as it appears. And if there is significant Tea Party influence in the House and Senate after November, the Left's rebuttal is going to have to be a whole lot more combative (and effective, and smart, and not at all resembling a publicity stunt) than walking out on Bill O'Reilly on "The View".
So, I hate to admit it, but the Tea Party scares me (as do Halloween costume stores, but that's another story). Now, it is possible that all Tea Party supporters are not racist xeno-homo-phobe evangelicals, but racist xenophobic shit like this is not good evidence of that theory...
I thought white tea was supposed to be healthy, soft, subtle, and not at all bitter because it is picked when it's young?
And I'm not scared because I didn't think there were soooo many people in America who held these types of worldviews--there are and they do, move along--it's just that I don't think they've ever been so politically motivated and assembled (but I am a shitty political historian so you might want to check). I must've underestimated the level of bat-guano craziness one, singular black (w/ white mom, mind you) president could cause in people. I am cautiously pessimistic that there is a silent majority of Americans out there that get offended and angry when people say they want to "take our country back," and that Tea Party wins on election day won't be as significant as it appears. And if there is significant Tea Party influence in the House and Senate after November, the Left's rebuttal is going to have to be a whole lot more combative (and effective, and smart, and not at all resembling a publicity stunt) than walking out on Bill O'Reilly on "The View".
September 30, 2010
The Weight of Expectations (UPDATE)
I heard about "the Facebook movie" about 18 months ago. What a terrible idea for a movie, I thought. As the arbiter of all entertainment, I continued to think, clearly suffering some sort of fever dream, I cannot think of a worse premise for a movie. (My subconscious had obviously forgotten about the premise for Gerry.)
I don't have anything against Facebook. Though I have never joined a social networking website, I understand their value, and I get why they are so popular. They're just not my speed.
But the idea of a major film about Facebook seemed laughable. Then I heard about a year ago that David Fincher (The Game, Fight Club) would direct the movie. Wha...? Then I read that Aaron Sorkin ("The West Wing," Charlie Wilson's War) would write the film. Whaaaaaaaa...?
Two filmmakers I usually enjoy seemed to have hit the point in their career when they give up and just start taking work to make money. Then they teamed up to make the world's most boring movie.
But I'm going to see it tonight anyway. From Sorkin's and Fincher's past work, I already know two things about The Social Network: it will look fantastic, and it will feature many scenes where characters display razor-sharp wit during conversations that take place while walking somewhere.
I hope it's good.
Update
The Social Network is good. Really good. Surprisingly really good. Like, so-good-I'm-thinking-about-going-back-to-see-it-again good.
This, though, may be a great example of expectations affecting your reaction to something. Just last week, I saw The Town with a couple of friends. I have pretty high standards for heist movies (it's probably my favorite movie genre), and had seen and very much liked Affleck's Gone Baby Gone, so I was hoping for something amazing. The Town is okay. It's good, not great. But a friend, who knew nothing going into the movie and had no expectations, thought it was great. So there you go.
Expectations: the sure way to always disappoint yourself.
I don't have anything against Facebook. Though I have never joined a social networking website, I understand their value, and I get why they are so popular. They're just not my speed.
But the idea of a major film about Facebook seemed laughable. Then I heard about a year ago that David Fincher (The Game, Fight Club) would direct the movie. Wha...? Then I read that Aaron Sorkin ("The West Wing," Charlie Wilson's War) would write the film. Whaaaaaaaa...?
Two filmmakers I usually enjoy seemed to have hit the point in their career when they give up and just start taking work to make money. Then they teamed up to make the world's most boring movie.
But I'm going to see it tonight anyway. From Sorkin's and Fincher's past work, I already know two things about The Social Network: it will look fantastic, and it will feature many scenes where characters display razor-sharp wit during conversations that take place while walking somewhere.
I hope it's good.
Update
The Social Network is good. Really good. Surprisingly really good. Like, so-good-I'm-thinking-about-going-back-to-see-it-again good.
This, though, may be a great example of expectations affecting your reaction to something. Just last week, I saw The Town with a couple of friends. I have pretty high standards for heist movies (it's probably my favorite movie genre), and had seen and very much liked Affleck's Gone Baby Gone, so I was hoping for something amazing. The Town is okay. It's good, not great. But a friend, who knew nothing going into the movie and had no expectations, thought it was great. So there you go.
Expectations: the sure way to always disappoint yourself.
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