Sometimes when I’m surfing the web I’ll take a screen shot of something that is interesting. Or rather I think is interesting.
I think it’s funny that Paul Krugman uses an emoticon here on his Times blog. I wonder if he also tYpEs lIke tHis and sends “LMAO LOL” emails to Frank Rich, as well as a @-`– (a rose) to Maureen Dowd.
Technically not from the world wide web, but just wanted to point out to you that the devil has infiltrated my e-mail!
I forgot the link to the site where I saw this, but I thought it was really intriguing.
You may think my fixation with Aaron Neville is a fandom based on some ironic hipster-retro faux poserness. If you think that, one, you’re wrong, and two, fuck you! The man is a musical genius. Olaf the Caveman. Mozart. Beatles. KRS One. Aaron Neville.
Besides, for all Aaron Neville related matters, according to WordPress–the blog host of this as well as thousands of others–I’m their “Featured Blog.” (1) You know what’s sweeter than a strawberry milkshake? Validation.
And now you’re thinking “What a fucking loser!” Fuck you! I have a hot uh, date this weekend. With uh, Natalie…um, Natalie Hortman. Yea.
1. I think there are only two or three other blogs in the Aaron Neville category.
Three albums have been getting heavy rotation on my playlist. I just got ‘em–all legally, thank you very much.
One of them, Radiohead’s new release “In Rainbows” is an interesting case study to anyone interested in marketing, music, copyright, and licensing issues, trends and social networks, and the intersection among these areas. These all represent current challenges (and opportunities if they could open their myopic eyes) to the music industry. Luckily for consumers, despite the RIAAscists and their ilk, musicians are increasingly shedding their paleolithic relationship with record labels and communicating directly with their fans–the consumers. Radiohead not only cut out the middleman on their new album but went one step further. You pay them whatever you wish: zero to a million dollars.
How’s this experiment going so far? I’m too lazy to find the proper link on the Times, but I read recently that between the free-riders and idiots (to economists at least because we’re all suppose to be self-interested rational beings only looking out for ourselves and our interests), Radiohead is receiving roughly $8 per download. Not bad, especially if you think about the fact the band is getting a bigger slice of that pie as oppose to some record label, and being the bellwether band with this payment structure, they’re reaping tons of free (and generally positive) publicity.
I’ve never been the biggest Radiohead fan, but thanks to this pay-as-you-want system, I was tempted enough to try it out. This album is astonishingly great to my relatively non-discerning ear.
Being a huge Wilco fan, I wasn’t disappointed at all with “Sky Blue Sky.” From the gorgeous cover art (I wouldn’t mind a nicely framed litho of it) to the songs, it’s a must have.
John Mayer’s Continuum is simply off the heezy, yo! J Dog comes correct and straight with emotions on sleeves. Holla.
Here’s an interesting observation by Slate. As most of you know–because my readers are not only beautiful inside and out, but also erudite intellectuals–the distinctiveness or personality of the WSJ, aside from its generally horrible editorial page, is its unique dotted and stippled portraitures that accompany many of its lead stories. Goal #587: Get my face dotted for the WSJ….for something cool and good, and not for insider trading or starting a heedless and unnecessary war resulting in the deaths of thousands of people, hopefully.
This pageant contestant representing that perfect nexus of beauty and talent, Douglas, USA is the exact definition of the phrase “hot mess.” First there’s the full body black ‘tard. She made the executive decision to attach a mass of silver ribbons around the wrists, which was the the only part of the routine that actually received points from the judges. It goes all downhill pretty rapidly after that…around 0:02 seconds into the recording.
Outfit, check!
Talent needed….Got it! Trumpet, check!
Song…Yes, theme to Star Wars, check!
Ability to play trumpet and by play, I mean actually hit the correct notes…no check.
Mask inability to play trumpet by jumping around and dodging the sounds of Stormtrooper laser beams, check!
All the other contestants when asked, “What would be your goal if you won” didn’t answer “World Peace.” Instead, nearly all of them replied, “Save the world from Miss Douglas ever playing any musical instrument at all.” One, Miss Cranston did say she wanted to promote world peace. Now that’s called perspective, people.
Oh and do watch Miss Douglas’s “talent” performance.
Unlike those “win a free iPod if you sign up 10 people” Ponzi schemes, this one actually works, people. Granted it’s not as sweet as the prizes offered in those pop up flashing banner ads, but unlike those, this one actually works and you’ll walk away with five credits redeemable on Apple’s iTunes Music Store! Just follow these easy steps:
1. Access your Facebook account.
2. Search for the “Ticketmaster Live” group.
3. Join Ticketmaster Live group.
4. Top of the group page will provide a redemption code to enter on iTunes Music Store (or click on “Redeem Free Music” link which will launch your iTunes app).
5. Voila! Five songs!
6. Leave lame corporate group and reassert your indie cred.
That said, it’s not enough credits for an entire album (minus EPs). So question to those reading: are there any songs you recommend that I download? I already have Britney’s “Gimme More” [but less of her jj] song. Thanks though.
I have so much I want to say about this asinine home recorded video. The idiotic premise is this: while her boyfriend or some friend of the male gender videotapes, this girl attempts to swallow a fully measured tablespoon of cinnamon. The result is something so oddly and horrifyingly compelling I couldn’t turn away, and neither could whomever is recording because not only was he as mesmerized by the situation unfolding in front of him as I was, but he laughs hilariously while this girl–someone he ostensibly cares for–is quite literally choking to death. Well, not really, but I seriously thought at one point, “Holy shit, I’ve been snookered into watching a snuff film! “ Tough to blame him though because as he said, “There was a cloud of cinnamon coming out of your mouth!” That kids, is pure comedy. Also, I don’t want to say it, and maybe I’m just a big ol’ perv for noticing it, but there’s something pornographically metaphorical about her reaction.
I do dare you to watch this video without coughing once. It’s like watching someone yawn. Addictive!
