yep, this about sums it up:
Capricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19)
This can be a stressful day for you that begins with great hopes. Frustration builds if you realize you've promised more than you can deliver. Don't let up; you don't have the luxury of wasting time wallowing in despair. Rest assured that whatever you can accomplish now will be plenty.
(personal to God, re: the pissing rain during my walk to the office. nice touch! it added that perfect little hint of Dickensian bleakness. way to take it there!)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
i may be out of it, but i'm still into you
riding high off of some eleven hours' sleep, we are feeling good (and lazy) enough to attempt some pre-work blogging. so if you are expecting some kind of coherence, i suggest you look elsewhere.
(speaking of work, one of the very first things i did at my new job involved a piece of paper that referenced one "janky technology co., ltd." no, really. i really have nothing to add here.)
first off:
(1) the most addictive website ever, but it's procrastination you can justify. win/win/win. (thanks, kamal.)
(2) andrew bird at daytrotter. how has this not happened before now? predictably amazing stuff, particularly the "kamera"-ed up version of "fiery crash." go, go and get the mp3s while they last!
less time-sensitive:
(1) i finally got to see john vanderslice. for lame, inconsequential reasons, i had not caught his live show before now. if you aren't familiar, JV's songs are very nuanced, but he and his band were so skillful that they were able to adapt the songs in surprising ways to better translate in a rock-club setting. plus his bass/violin player did a ridiculously spot-on michael mcdonald impersonation, which was worth the cost of admission right there. the set was so diverse both in terms of the songs and their presentation (full band, solo, white-stripish duo version of "pale horse".) he/they concluded their set playing a song in the crowd, on the floor of the empty bottle,
encouraging audience members to go on stage in kind, and announcing beforehand that there would be a lil' wayne/UGK dance party to follow. and there was. remarkable show.
(2) a gay guy wastes your time. it's not fully realized, and kind of overstays its welcome, but oh my fucking god is the basic idea so right on. this made me really happy.
(3) "bacon makes cannibalism acceptable." you really don't want to know how many times i've watched this. i blame my current lack of a tv. and my still-burning crush on conan o'brien. (related - still funny. so funny that my mom nearly snorted her chardonnay.)
just plain old:
for sure, the cultural moment for this has passed, but it is so fucking funny that i couldn't not post it. seriously, swift-like levels of satire. not for the easily offended.
finally:
there's a new hollAnd record? no, wait, there were two this year?? i am gobsmacked. kerfluffled even. it was enough to make me get out all my old albums of his, which all hold up pretty excellently. except for the stuff i never put away because it's fucking awesome. yeah, he has a pretentious/artsy side (see band name) but here the focus is on spare, deceptively catchy pop songs. hyper, sexy, and yet a little bit arch. (kind of like yours truly.) both albums are a little more guitary than expected, which surprised me at first. the old-old stuff excepted, i've loved hollAnd most when the casios buzz and whir - synths as guitar substitutes. but no complaints here whatsoever; it wasn't long before i was completely hooked. and FUCK the postal service comparisons, for a variety of reasons. this was a really exciting surprise.
also, happy belated 50th, bob pollard. i know you're kind of a fucked-up dude, and i've only listened to (one of) your new album(s) once in the last few weeks, but you have written far too many of my inspirational jammers for me not to acknowledge the occasion.
(speaking of work, one of the very first things i did at my new job involved a piece of paper that referenced one "janky technology co., ltd." no, really. i really have nothing to add here.)
first off:
(1) the most addictive website ever, but it's procrastination you can justify. win/win/win. (thanks, kamal.)
(2) andrew bird at daytrotter. how has this not happened before now? predictably amazing stuff, particularly the "kamera"-ed up version of "fiery crash." go, go and get the mp3s while they last!
less time-sensitive:
(1) i finally got to see john vanderslice. for lame, inconsequential reasons, i had not caught his live show before now. if you aren't familiar, JV's songs are very nuanced, but he and his band were so skillful that they were able to adapt the songs in surprising ways to better translate in a rock-club setting. plus his bass/violin player did a ridiculously spot-on michael mcdonald impersonation, which was worth the cost of admission right there. the set was so diverse both in terms of the songs and their presentation (full band, solo, white-stripish duo version of "pale horse".) he/they concluded their set playing a song in the crowd, on the floor of the empty bottle,
encouraging audience members to go on stage in kind, and announcing beforehand that there would be a lil' wayne/UGK dance party to follow. and there was. remarkable show.
(2) a gay guy wastes your time. it's not fully realized, and kind of overstays its welcome, but oh my fucking god is the basic idea so right on. this made me really happy.
(3) "bacon makes cannibalism acceptable." you really don't want to know how many times i've watched this. i blame my current lack of a tv. and my still-burning crush on conan o'brien. (related - still funny. so funny that my mom nearly snorted her chardonnay.)
just plain old:
for sure, the cultural moment for this has passed, but it is so fucking funny that i couldn't not post it. seriously, swift-like levels of satire. not for the easily offended.
finally:
there's a new hollAnd record? no, wait, there were two this year?? i am gobsmacked. kerfluffled even. it was enough to make me get out all my old albums of his, which all hold up pretty excellently. except for the stuff i never put away because it's fucking awesome. yeah, he has a pretentious/artsy side (see band name) but here the focus is on spare, deceptively catchy pop songs. hyper, sexy, and yet a little bit arch. (kind of like yours truly.) both albums are a little more guitary than expected, which surprised me at first. the old-old stuff excepted, i've loved hollAnd most when the casios buzz and whir - synths as guitar substitutes. but no complaints here whatsoever; it wasn't long before i was completely hooked. and FUCK the postal service comparisons, for a variety of reasons. this was a really exciting surprise.
also, happy belated 50th, bob pollard. i know you're kind of a fucked-up dude, and i've only listened to (one of) your new album(s) once in the last few weeks, but you have written far too many of my inspirational jammers for me not to acknowledge the occasion.
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