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Sasquatch photos ( click ) Tue, May. 30th, 2006, 12:47 am sasquatch
I just got home from the Sasquatch Festival. I'll put up some quick reviews as soon as Luke burns me a CD of all the photos. He used his press pass to bring in his gnarly digital SLR, so he got some wicked shots.  The Lineup was: FRIDAY, MAY 26 - Goth day Nine Inch Nails, Bauhaus, TV on the Radio, HIM, And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, Wolfmother SATURDAY, MAY 27 - Indie rock goodness day The Flaming Lips, Ben Harper The Shins, The Tragically Hip, Neko Case, Iron & Wine Sufjan Stevens, Gomez, Rogue Wave, Architecture In Helsinki, Sam Roberts, Constantines, The Brunettes, Matt Costa, Bedouin Soundclash, Tim Seely, Korby Lenker, Common Market SUNDAY, MAY 28 - Rock and or Roll day Beck, Death Cab for Cutie, Queens of the Stone Age, Matisyahu, The Decemberists, Nada Surf, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Blue Scholars, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Arctic Monkeys, We Are Scientists, Chad VanGaalen, The Heavenly States, Rocky Votolato, Laura Viers, The Village Green, Mercir Wed, Dec. 28th, 2005, 08:40 pm
answer the following questions using only pictures, images, symbols, etc... this is a graphics project, not one of written word. Pictures can be taken from your personal photograph collection, from random internet sites, from drawings, from online magazines...it doesnt matter. You may use as many pictures as you want for each question. Copy and paste the survey below into a new entry, and put the chosen picture either beside or below each question. QUESTIONS: BASICS- 1. Who are you?  2. Where do you live?  3. Where do you belong?  A LITTLE MORE INTENSE- 4. What/Who most inspires you?   5. What is pure joy?  6. What are you passionate about?  7. What do you want to be when you grow up?  8. What, at this very minute, would make your life much happer?  LIGHTHEARTED AND NOT TOO RELEVENT (HEH!)- 9. If you had endless money, what things would you immediately buy?  10. If you could physically look like anyone, who would it be?  11. If you could switch places for a week with anyone, who would it be? 
Crying While Eating reminds me of Homer alternating between sobs and mmm's while eating his beloved Pinchy. The videos themselves aren't funny, but the write-ups are. My favourites: Will What he's eating: Exotic Berry wine cooler, chipsWhat he's crying about: Not convinced by Anakin's turn to the dark sideChristy What she's eating: Sausage with mushrooms and cheese; a vanilla shakeWhat she's crying about: Good at lots of things, but not great at anythingErin What she's eating: A soft Taleggio; a semi-firm Garrotxa What she's crying about: Pen pal is in the hospital Sat, Dec. 25th, 2004, 12:18 am
the new Eggers short story collection is some of his best writing to date.
especially The Only Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water.
this is the only thing that'll still make sense out of context (also I'm so glad Hand got a reprisal):
UNSUNG SONG TO HAND
There are things about you Like your wide waist, which repel me, but your lips, smiling shake me, and your brown shoulders pick me up a few inches off the ground I want to slap you across the face in the loudest way. CHORUS: I want to jump on your back and ride you like a mule I want to jump on your back and ride you like a mule I want to jump on your back and ride you like a mule SECOND VERSE: You're someone who would lead almost any small nation if you wanted to, but you don't cause half of you is odd but still you have the charm of a leading man, of an actor who was first a carpenter someone who still plays lacrosse on the weekends with the friends he's always had I think your lips are too thin your eyes too closely set our children might be ugly but you are a man, and there are so few men in the world CHORUS Sat, Nov. 13th, 2004, 07:16 pm
I'll Try Anything With a Detached Air of Superiority from the Onion I'm a pretty sophisticated, well-educated person. I went to Wesleyan, where I got my BA in comparative literature. I listen to This American Life on NPR. I've traveled abroad fairly extensively and even spent a year living in London. Given all this, you'd think I might be a little staid and stodgy, that I'd shun certain activities because I'm too good for that sort of thing. That is completely untrue. The reality is, I'll try anything with a detached air of superiority. A few weeks ago, my friend Curtis organzied a bowling party for his birthday. Can you imagine anything more tacky and all-American? But contrary to what you might think, I was more than game for it. I even bought a personalized bowling shirt so I could fit in with the common folk. I only bowled a 76, but I loved it. The people there were so into it, some of them even did a little dance when they got a strike. There was this one guy I called "One Fist," because after every frame, he'd pump his fist in the air like some blue-collar Billy Idol. Never in my life have I had such a great time participating in townie culture while simultaneously sneering at it from a distance. I guess that's just who I am. I'm open to anything no matter how pedestrian or mainstream it may be. Last year, I decided to dive first into the realm of the unwashed masses by attending a professional football game. What better way to experience the hive mind than by communing with seventy thousand drunken, frostbitten Americans who are only too happy to blow their meager wages cheering on their date-raping, steroid-enhanced gridiron heroes? I don't even remember which teams were playing. All I remember is yelling my head off while surrounded by a sea of jersey-wearing telephone repairmen and electricians, all the while thinking, This is so authentic! I must admit, some of the mind-numbingly lame stuff I've exposed myself to has actually grown on me. I used to go to rummage sales for the sociological thrill of seeing commoners eagerly scrounge through their fellow commoners' crude, mass-produced possessions. You'd see all sorts of amusing parts and parcels from people's tiny lives. After a while, though, I started to enjoy finding good bargains. I even began collecting Paint-by-Numbers pictures. My favourite so far is a rabbit where the "artist" confused two of the colours, resulting in what I strongly suspect is the world's only purple-eyed hare. A true snob would never waste his time with something like that, but I am able to see the charm of my inferiors' sad little diversions. When you think about it, it's really the mundane things that make life interesting. Attending pro-wrestling matches, shopping at the mall, riding a Greyhound bus, eating at McDonald's, seeing conventionally crowd-pleasing movies like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" - such things may seem like lowbrow wastes of time, but they really help one maintain a sense of oneself. If you can do such things and still maintain your haughty sense of superiority, you've done more than merely lived. You've tasted the sickly sweet nectar that life has to offer and said, "I am above this. I am better than this. This is beneath me, but I will still do it because I'm open-minded enough to try anything and look my nose down at it at least once."
I <3 Huckabees. Wow. Oh wow.
Virgo: (Aug. 23—Sept. 22) Your real name will eventually be forgotten, but you will enter the American folk mythos as The Woman With Great Hair Who Still Couldn't Keep A Man.
THIS HAS NO RELEVANCE! WHEEE if i were a volcano i would want you to jump jump into my yellow jump into my hot yellow you person made of bones. if i were a well i would want you to yell down my depths, your voice booming echoing my well is deep and black *musical break* people drive cars alone most people are alone when they drive they sing when they drive because they're alone with their hands when people sing when alone people find them wretched people find them disgusting this happens in every part of the world if i were a volcano i would want you to jump jump into my yellow jump into my hot yellow you person made of bones
the perils of being a women in contemporary society! This is long but a good read. It puts into words what I've been struggling with since I hit puberty.
K-: "That she's expected to be both sexually liberated and autonomous and assertive, and yet at the same time she's still conscious of the old respectible-girl-versus-slut dichotomy, and knows that some girls still let themselves be used sexually out of a basic lack of self-respect, and she still recoils at the idea of ever being seen as this kind of pathetic roundheel sort of woman."
K-: "This, of course, is because today's postfeminist era is also today's postmodern era, in which supposedly everybody now knows everything about what's really going on underneath all the semiotic codes and cultural conventions, and everybody supposedly knows what paradigms everybody is operating out of, and so we're all as individuals held to be far more responsible for our sexuality, since everything we do is now unprecedentedly conscious and informed."
E-: "While at the same time she's still under this incredible sheer biological pressure to find a mate and settle down and nest and breed..for instance go read The Rules and try to explain its popularity any other way."
K-: "The point being that women today are now expected to be responsible both to modernity and to history."
E-: "Not to mention biology."
K-: "The solution is to realize that today's women are in impossible situations in terms of what their perceived social responsibilities are. And that, as such, they're naturally going to want what any human being faced with two irresolvable conflicting sets of responsibilities is ging to want. Meaning that what they're really going to want is some way OUT of these responsibilities.
hence the timeless importance of PASSION.
What they want is to experience a passion so huge, overwhelming, powerful and irresistable that it obliterates any guilt or tension or culpability they might feel about betraying their perceived responsibilities. They want to be swept off their feet. Blown away. Carried off on wings of. The logical conflict between their responsibilities can't be resolved, but their postmodern AWARENESS of this conflict can be. Meaning that deep down, they want a man who's going to be so overwhelmingly passionate and powerful that they'll feel they have no choice, that this thing is bigger than the both of them, that they can forget there's even such a THING as postfeminist responsibilities."
Putting today's interested male in the paradoxical role of almost their therapist or prist.
E-: "They want absolution."
K-: "When they say 'I am my own person,' 'I do not need a man,' 'I am responsible for my own sexuality,' they are actually telling you just what they want you to make them forget.
E-: "They want to be rescued.
K-: "They want you on one level to wholeheartedly agree and respect what they're saying and on another, deeper level to recognize that it's total horseshit and to gallop in on your white charger and overwhelm them with passion, just as males have been doing since time immemorial."
E-: "That's why you can't take what they say at face value or it'll drive you nuts."
K-: "Basically it's all still an elaborate semiotic code, with the new postmodern semions of autonomy and responsibility replacing the old premodern semions of chivalry and courtship." Sat, Jul. 24th, 2004, 04:03 pm sorry kiddies

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