I know best, apparently? (It's not true, though.)28/11/2009
Architecture in Helsinki - Need to Shout
There’s a sword in your side,
That you’ll ignore until blood shows,
And later on, when it’s gone,
When something’s wrong,
The violence grows and it’s designed,
To spy and try to poke your eyes,
While laying low.
Audio posted at 06:48
27/11/2009
» David Cross, Spike Jonze, and Will Arnett team up for TV show!
It airs tonight on C4. I’ll be downloading it soon after.
Link posted at 10:26
23/11/2009
“Write about where you come from; who you come from.”
As a military brat with no physical locale to call home and just as little of a connection to my extended family, I found this one line to be extremely troubling. I asked him, “How does one write about his past and where he comes from if he doesn’t have either of those?”
“Everyone has a past, even if your upbringing wasn’t a constant one. The military must have brought you and your sister close, right? There you go. It’s a start.”
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22/11/2009
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19/11/2009
The Soupy Twist, Episode 12: Madness from Michigan!
I start you off with Avanti’s Countdown; a ten to one; a preparation; a time to clear your reservations as you listen to the bizarre musical explorations which you’re about to embark upon. I can give you a few head-up tips: 60’s Michigan garage, two-tone ska, the King (I’ll let you guess who), me poorly pronouncing African names, James Brown asking if he could scream, James Brown screaming, bad poetry, &c.
Audio posted at 03:04
16/11/2009
Oh, drunken joys! Now, drunken me, ‘tis—a decree!
Ah, lovely ploys! Bow, sullen so, ‘tah!
Text posted at 22:30
Kenneth Parcell, 30 Rock
Quote posted at 20:03
15/11/2009
I’d really like a dog.
Photo posted at 17:27
Eels - Little Bird
This is the first single off E’s upcoming album, End Times. When asked to talk about the album, he simply responded, “I’m sorry, it’s too personal.”
Audio posted at 17:27
Horse Latitudes
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.
— Jim Morrison
Text posted at 15:04
And my grammar is subpar!
