Hi. I wasn't going to blog tonight. I was going to be asleep by midnight. Then, I started listening to Outlandos d'Amour and got blown away. Then, I wikipedia'd the Police and although on some level I was aware that they are like, functioning as a unit again (considering ticketmaster sends me a "Don't miss the Police" email roughly 7 times a day, and considering I saw them play on the Grammys), I never knew the full details. See, what had happened was....they basically broke up in 1986, and as of the Grammys (like, 40 days ago) they are back together for the first time in 21 years and about to kick off a tour.
But here's the important thing. The article happened to mention that they are playing Live Earth.
(Excuse me?)
Live Earth.
(What was that?)
Live freaking Earth, dude! Apparently it's Live Aid for climate change. So I pretty much just figured out what I'm doing on July 7th this year....
I have to say it's pretty effing astounding that environmentalism and human rights have become..... cool. I mean, fuck. Two years ago I was routinely getting punched in the face for even having subconscious thoughts that other human beings matter and that we need to not shit in our own nest if we want to make it past the year 2050.
I know. I KNOW!! The whole thing is exceedingly boring and you want to know why in hell the title is "Flowers and beans." Fine, fucker. It's because I was going to write the blog about one of my German roommates, who is evidently the coolest and most hysterically funny person I have ever seen. Basically the whole thing was going to revolve around the fact that in an attempt to explain how lame and not hot the Paris Hilton sex tape is, he said, "If you want to tell your kids about flowers and beans, just show them this tape!" I had no fucking clue what that meant at first, and then another German roommate was like, "Flowers and bees, tool ratchet, not beans." And that's when I fell out.
When I could breathe again I was like No, Dudes. The birds and the bees. Silly!
And then a lot of other funny stuff happened, and then I went and locked myself in my room because it was too funny and I couldn't take it...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Quote unquote
From a recent issue of Columbia's free weekly, the Free Times--the closer to an article about Columbia's music scene:
"There are a lot of people that say, 'Columbia sucks'. Columbia doesn't suck--you suck. If you can't have a good time in Columbia, you probably can't have a good time anywhere."
I almost pissed myself when I read that'n...
Also, from Tunde Adebimpe of TV on the Radio, out of the Aug 2006 Spin:
"...I don't want to be the kind of person who does not get messed up by other people's suffering."
Amen to that, sister.
"There are a lot of people that say, 'Columbia sucks'. Columbia doesn't suck--you suck. If you can't have a good time in Columbia, you probably can't have a good time anywhere."
I almost pissed myself when I read that'n...
Also, from Tunde Adebimpe of TV on the Radio, out of the Aug 2006 Spin:
"...I don't want to be the kind of person who does not get messed up by other people's suffering."
Amen to that, sister.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Forgot how to blog
(SIKE)
So I'm sitting on the plane looking out the window at brownish snow all over the ground, taking in the industrial wasteland surrounding me, and thinking about all the bradford pears in full bloom back home. I'm talking like brilliant white flowers all over these big trees, against the clearest bluest sky ever....and that one day I was driving down the highway and saw in the distance a mass of dark purple clouds right up against the neon green of new leaves on the trees--something I used to see every day during summers, the afternoon thunderstorm you can set your fucking watch by. And thinking, I remember standing there looking at those bradford pears against the blue sky and thinking how fucking gorgeous that was, and how shitty it would be to not have that all around me again....
Some country bumpkin in the seat behind me is looking out too, and she goes, "It's all dirty up here, at home everything's all pretty..... New York's tainted." Hilarious! and profound all at once. Kudos to the country bumpkin.
Ah well....I'll get used to it, which is maybe the sad part. I was feeling a familiar feeling, the same I do every time I come back to New York from home....to use MFB's phrase, "it's a real reset button." Every time I come back here from home it's as foreign and mysterious and exciting and promising as it was the first day I set foot in the city....
So I guess I'm cool with that. Plus, I miss people and stuff.... =)
So I'm sitting on the plane looking out the window at brownish snow all over the ground, taking in the industrial wasteland surrounding me, and thinking about all the bradford pears in full bloom back home. I'm talking like brilliant white flowers all over these big trees, against the clearest bluest sky ever....and that one day I was driving down the highway and saw in the distance a mass of dark purple clouds right up against the neon green of new leaves on the trees--something I used to see every day during summers, the afternoon thunderstorm you can set your fucking watch by. And thinking, I remember standing there looking at those bradford pears against the blue sky and thinking how fucking gorgeous that was, and how shitty it would be to not have that all around me again....
Some country bumpkin in the seat behind me is looking out too, and she goes, "It's all dirty up here, at home everything's all pretty..... New York's tainted." Hilarious! and profound all at once. Kudos to the country bumpkin.
Ah well....I'll get used to it, which is maybe the sad part. I was feeling a familiar feeling, the same I do every time I come back to New York from home....to use MFB's phrase, "it's a real reset button." Every time I come back here from home it's as foreign and mysterious and exciting and promising as it was the first day I set foot in the city....
So I guess I'm cool with that. Plus, I miss people and stuff.... =)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Just watched part of Mission Impossible 2
and thought, hell, this is as good a time as any to set an all-time personal record for blog posts in a single day.
At one point there are back-to-back scenes where someone is talking to someone else and getting them to reveal some highly incriminating secret, and then they walk out of the room and you get this close up face shot, a momentary pause where the person looks really serious and determined, and then they start peeling off the mask and voice modulator and you're like "Oh, fuck! It's Ethan!" And when you have 2 of those back to back, it's borderline hilarious.
Dude, peep this. What if you got a camera and made a youtube video where like every 4 seconds someone "unmasks" themselves? It would be hilarious!! You could have it involve King George, Tricky Dick, Rummy, Hilary Clinton, Barry Obama, Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, OJ Simpson, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Homer Simpson, E.T., Britney Spears, a muppet baby, Alf, Winnie from the Wonder Years, Barbara Walters, David Spade, Paris Hilton, Hugo Chavez, and the lead singer of Twisted Sister, and people would be tearing off masks right and left. And at some point of course you'd have to have a scene where someone tears off a mask to reveal that they were just wearing a mask of themselves....
At one point there are back-to-back scenes where someone is talking to someone else and getting them to reveal some highly incriminating secret, and then they walk out of the room and you get this close up face shot, a momentary pause where the person looks really serious and determined, and then they start peeling off the mask and voice modulator and you're like "Oh, fuck! It's Ethan!" And when you have 2 of those back to back, it's borderline hilarious.
Dude, peep this. What if you got a camera and made a youtube video where like every 4 seconds someone "unmasks" themselves? It would be hilarious!! You could have it involve King George, Tricky Dick, Rummy, Hilary Clinton, Barry Obama, Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, OJ Simpson, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Homer Simpson, E.T., Britney Spears, a muppet baby, Alf, Winnie from the Wonder Years, Barbara Walters, David Spade, Paris Hilton, Hugo Chavez, and the lead singer of Twisted Sister, and people would be tearing off masks right and left. And at some point of course you'd have to have a scene where someone tears off a mask to reveal that they were just wearing a mask of themselves....
Tonight I’m going to have nightmares about
the inevitable development of the human version of U0126. Did anyone see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? Just wait until King George and Tricky Dick II get ahold of this technique….
The Tonight I’m Going to Have Nightmares series derives from a recent post about smart dust and will serve as a reminder from a foaming-at-the-mouth liberal mind that nothing is OK, we’re all doomed, and everything is going to shit.
Why is it that the mainstream media almost always refuses to even sally forth a single sentence about possible negative consequences of technology, when they are happy to offer wildly optimistic (and often unrealistic) hopes for the benefits? Maybe because technology is impossible to stop, so we may as well go on and accept the new world being forced onto us?
(ken, you’ve got to stop drinking and blogging….)
The Tonight I’m Going to Have Nightmares series derives from a recent post about smart dust and will serve as a reminder from a foaming-at-the-mouth liberal mind that nothing is OK, we’re all doomed, and everything is going to shit.
Why is it that the mainstream media almost always refuses to even sally forth a single sentence about possible negative consequences of technology, when they are happy to offer wildly optimistic (and often unrealistic) hopes for the benefits? Maybe because technology is impossible to stop, so we may as well go on and accept the new world being forced onto us?
(ken, you’ve got to stop drinking and blogging….)
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