October 2010

My mouth won’t know the jelly isn’t spread with even precision edge-to-edge, but my brain will.

This is for those of you poor fools who labor under the illusion that you are or one day will be good at something.

“The hipster moment [...] did not yield a great literature, but it made good use of fonts.” nymag.com/news/features/69129

It has long been noticed that the majority of people who frequent any traditional bohemia are hangers-on. Somewhere, at the center, will be a very small number of hardworking writers, artists, or politicos, from whom the hangers-on draw their feelings of authenticity. Hipsterdom at its darkest, however, is something like bohemia without the revolutionary core. Among hipsters, the skills of hanging-on—trend-spotting, cool-hunting, plus handicraft skills—become the heroic practice. The most active participants sell something—customized brand-name… See more →

Ouch.

Happy birthday, Dad. I miss you.

Involuntarily reliving the worst day of my life in prose. Being an artist is overrated.

This year was the least of the eight OIAFs I’ve attended, but I’m glad to see The External World took away the big prize, since it was definitely a standout. Too bad you can’t see any of it online. I’m likewise happy to see the excellent Goodbye Mister Christie win the best feature award. It was the only feature that interested me this year (Phil Mulloy is the shit, and his films are very much… See more →

The biggest project I ever worked on is publicly available today. It is called Rock Band 3. I recommend you buy it. amzn.to/99DwrB

Sometimes succumbing to a probable scam beats assuming the medical emergency is a lie. Sigh. City living.

Who decided pastries were an acceptable breakfast food? Evil genius.

Since their craft is so laborious, you’d expect concision to be the chief concern of an animator, yet so many films overstay their welcome.

When waiting tables, I often reminded myself, “We’re not saving the world. It’s burgers and beer.” Free advice, Canadian Border Patrol.

Fuck. Yeah.

Damn, IKEA, why your announcements gotta interrupt “Sk8er Boi”?

This ain’t no love-in. This ain’t no happening. This ain’t no feeling in my arm. instagr.am/p/BlVA

This is fucked up beyond belief.

I couldn’t care less about basketball, but I laughed out loud multiple times reading this.

One of my favorite Samhain songs, but it has always bummed me out that the studio version sounds so terrible (as was the case with a lot of Samhain stuff, really). I think I’ll record my own version.

Hoping the mystery of Tommy Wiseau is solved in my lifetime. The latest chapter: The House That Drips Blood on Alex. shar.es/0A4kB

How much space would NYC occupy if it accommodated the same amount of people/stuff but only had one-story buildings? Somebody do the math.

Just realized I never explored Television beyond Marquee Moon because what else was there to say?MM was such a singular, defining statement.

Giving a thing more effort than it deserves because there is something more important I’m supposed to be doing. drbl.in/65878

Just had some incredibly delicious peanut butter fudge courtesy of the talented Kelli Anderson. kellianderson.com

Adults know what they’re doing. #childhoodassumptions

Car names mean something. #childhoodassumptions

Ears are pierced by cowboy bullets. #childhoodassumptions

So, at the Neurosis merch table, does Steve Von Till manage the money? Nyuck nyuck.

Listen, it’s not a Pizza Hut anymore. Change the roof.

Bolt Bus really ought to stop claiming it has wifi. Related: Hey, AT&T, how’s that iPhone tethering coming along? Hello?

My earplugs were no match for Swans.

First time cycling in Manhattan, rush hour on a Friday. Trial by fire. A bit harrowing at times (I was in a hurry) but invigorating.

Gorgeous.

All tweets from before 2 days ago are gone from my Twitter profile, but they’re still accessible by permalink. Anyone else have this issue?

The Sopranos S03E01’s surveillance montage mashup of Mancini’s “Peter Gunn” theme and Police’s “Every Breath You Take” is pretty fantastic.

I can’t put my finger on what I like so much about this poster. I do know that something about its seemingly random noise invited me to explore it, and that the actual information is easily discernible despite that noise, thanks to a clear focal point and succinct text.

Designers: Don’t forget the “In heads and titles” part of “use the best available ampersand.” And use your head. Not all pairings are magic.

♪ Hold back the road that goes oh that the others may do what you let me in just to pour me down their mouths

There’s something so satisfying about the spelling of “lens”. Like it was offered an e at the end but said, “No thanks, I’m good.”

As I read this, I was trying to select more quotes to share, and I quickly realized that all 3600 words of it were valuable and quotable. Just read it.

Man, I might have hoped A.V. Club would be above the whole “quote the snippet where he talks shit on the beloved famous people!” thing, but at least it linked to the rest of the interview, which is great. As much as Albini usually kinda comes off as a dick, I can’t say I disagree with him. And regarding his own past dalliances in the mainstream music biz, I’d really like to know what he… See more →

iTunes > Artist: Swans > Album: My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky > Repeat: All

Five years ago today, @ChamberMonster arrived in Philadelphia and changed my life for the better. Somehow I haven’t scared her off yet.

Hoping the rest of the east coast wakes up before my iPhone battery dies.