May 2005

On the Web

• 10 Years of Zeldman: One of the most (deservedly) influential figures in web design celebrates a milestone.
• Even Better Than the Real Thing: Imrov Everywhere opens for U2… as U2.
• Goth, Metalhead Overcome Subcultural Differences to Find Love: “What’s gonna happen at their wedding when Danielle starts playing Sisters of Mercy or some shit like that?”
• Jeff Louella: Relaunches with his personal account of the Browser Wars.
• Week 5: The fifth installment… See more →

you recreant dog
for eating the last waffle
I shall have your head

it’s quite a hairpiece
successfully dissembling
lobotomy scars

to be lionized
for a well-manicured lawn
the suburban dream

capes, tights, scowling masks
evil fears the banner of
the Saturnine Squad

camouflage is cool
but the snake’s real artifice
is Three Card Monty

the dominatrix
suddenly suffused in guilt
removed the ball gag

my Irish pallor a flag of triumph that taunts
the enemy sun

the shape of that cloud
a presage from God:
“Your girl? She’s a guy.”

behold the daycare
a vast menagerie of
future nobodies

In light of the fact that—especially when it comes to Star Wars—opinions truly are like assholes, I’ll keep this relatively brief, but since my filmgoing has been shamefully infrequent so far this year, I thought I’d be remiss not to weigh in on what certainly must be, for better or worse, the cinematic event of the year.

My experiences with Star Wars have been, I’m sure, unremarkably similar to those of most Westerners in… See more →

consoling father
by resurrecting mother
seemed a bit untoward

a basin aboil
sodium-soaked pumice pores
a blithe ablution

A musical baton has been passed to me by Stan and Ethan. Who am I to refuse them?

Total Volume of Music Files on My Computer

• 74.79 Gb

The Last CD I Bought Was

• Big Bear: Big Bear
  Throat-shredding shrieks and mathy metal guitar chugging that somehow owes more to Slint than the Dillinger Escape Plan. Amidst all the starts and stops and time changes, it still manages to swing. Refreshing stuff.

(See an up-to-date… See more →

his camarilla
suggested he get rid of
his Krokus t-shirt

for the old-guard Jews
triskaidekaphobia
runs rampant in boys

hey, it’s Hot Dog Man!
where is his concomitant
Baked Bean Boy Wonder?

the coach is pleased with
my ameliorated
tobacco habit

don’t look so wayworn
it’s only five blocks to the
methadone clinic

the undead emerge
the spring in their step avers
that summer is here

The most physically injurious thing most mothers will have to withstand in the line of duty is the incredible act of childbirth itself. This has probably been the case for my mother, too. But don’t think I haven’t tried to top my delivery room entrance.

On my eighth birthday, before the presents and cake and ice cream, my parents took my friends and me out for a round of miniature golf. As you are surely… See more →

Coors-sponsored frisson
meets Dow Chemical-sponsored
fortification

in the Great Conflict
my trembling enemies were
engulfed by my claque

I won’t be traduced
by your indictment of my
NAMBLA membership

the lability
of our cashier Bruce Banner
scares off customers

I dropped the joystick
unwilling to supplicate
for Tron permissions

The 48 Hour Film Project was in Philadelphia the weekend of April 8–10, but due to a surplus of applicants, our team was not accepted this year. We decided to make a film anyway. Six films, actually.

Here’s how it happened: Six filmmakers each came up with a basic concept and the six concepts were thrown into a hat. We then each randomly drew a concept back out of the hat and developed it into… See more →