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Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
just as a side note...
So, while I was waiting for The Breeders to go on last night, I was talking to my fellow music snobs about the phenomenon of Joanna Newsom and her creepy music that tricks people into thinking it's good. I had a short spell of curiosity about Ms. Newsom when I was trying to figure out whether she was a musical genius that no one could understand, or simply an elf alien who pretends to have talent. I landed on the side of elf alien for several reasons:
(2) Her alien music is really not as inventive, new, or... well good, as many critics claim her to be. Clearly she has hypnotized musical masses into accepting her "music" into their lives. I mean, just look at the people who collaborated on her newest album:
-Van Dyke Parks: Arranged music for the Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys
-Steve Albini: A member of Shellac, who I believe many of my more musically respectable friends are obsessed with
- Jim O'Rourke: Who has collaborated with the likes of musical genius Thurston Moore
I hereby urge you to avoid Joanna Newsom at all costs... apparently her music makes normally sane indivduals think that her harp-plucking is actually... worth while (shudder).
(1) She obviously looks like an elf:
(2) Her alien music is really not as inventive, new, or... well good, as many critics claim her to be. Clearly she has hypnotized musical masses into accepting her "music" into their lives. I mean, just look at the people who collaborated on her newest album:-Van Dyke Parks: Arranged music for the Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys
-Steve Albini: A member of Shellac, who I believe many of my more musically respectable friends are obsessed with
- Jim O'Rourke: Who has collaborated with the likes of musical genius Thurston Moore
I hereby urge you to avoid Joanna Newsom at all costs... apparently her music makes normally sane indivduals think that her harp-plucking is actually... worth while (shudder).
omfg!!
more details to come, assisted by pictorial evidence, but i just saw the Breeders, and was literally in the fucking 2nd row, and at some point Kim was doing a solo, and fucking Kelley fucking tapped me on the shoulder and said "excuse me, i just want to get this on video"
OMFG
OMFG
OMG
OMG
OMG
fangirl annoyingness. HOLY FUCKING SHIT KELLEY DEAL FUCKING TOUCHED ME!!!!
!
p.s. the show was fucking AWESOME
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
heat waves spread.
I've been known as a "hot head" from time to time. Now don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of drunken spats with strangers in the street (I'm a winner) that resulted in me... not remembering for the life of me what the hell I was yelling about. Once my friend's man-friend and his friend had to literally pick me up and carry me away from the buffoons who said something durogatory about my best friend. Clearly they had it coming, and the situation lead to a fabulous story to tell people when I feel like talking about my "crazy days." But, seriously, I was young(er) and I've calmed down quite a bit.
Except for when it comes to my academics or my work. Seriously, do not fuck with me, or I will be all over you like a fat kid on ding dongs. So here's my little PSA to assist my enragement at certain aspects of my recently-graduated-from MPH. Higher education can be quite the catch-22-- and I can comment on this since my father has more degrees than I can count, and is a professor himself. Lots of "highly-educated scholars" are cocky assholes who will never admit that they're wrong. If they're ever proven to be wrong, then they punish people for exposing that, and reduce the likelihood that said whistleblower will ever make it in the academic world. Therefore, the only people who make it in the academic world are mealy-mouthed little pricks who won't speak up when they see something that is CLEARLY and obviously stupid and completely anti-thetical to everything they're being taught in their higher education. Therefore, it's just more likely that the people who are teaching those who end up "highly educated" are taught by those who are (1) less intelligent; (2) have less backbone; (3) should have been eliminated from the evolutionary pool about 300 years ago-- poster children for pro-choice, as my high school AP-Biology teacher would have said.
In sum, I'm pissed and the two pricks I'm dealing with at the school that is not to be named (but it's the only public health school in DC) can suck my hypothetical dick.
End scene.
Seriously.
Except for when it comes to my academics or my work. Seriously, do not fuck with me, or I will be all over you like a fat kid on ding dongs. So here's my little PSA to assist my enragement at certain aspects of my recently-graduated-from MPH. Higher education can be quite the catch-22-- and I can comment on this since my father has more degrees than I can count, and is a professor himself. Lots of "highly-educated scholars" are cocky assholes who will never admit that they're wrong. If they're ever proven to be wrong, then they punish people for exposing that, and reduce the likelihood that said whistleblower will ever make it in the academic world. Therefore, the only people who make it in the academic world are mealy-mouthed little pricks who won't speak up when they see something that is CLEARLY and obviously stupid and completely anti-thetical to everything they're being taught in their higher education. Therefore, it's just more likely that the people who are teaching those who end up "highly educated" are taught by those who are (1) less intelligent; (2) have less backbone; (3) should have been eliminated from the evolutionary pool about 300 years ago-- poster children for pro-choice, as my high school AP-Biology teacher would have said.
In sum, I'm pissed and the two pricks I'm dealing with at the school that is not to be named (but it's the only public health school in DC) can suck my hypothetical dick.
End scene.
Seriously.
Friday, June 6, 2008
we're havin' a heat waaave, a tropical heat wave....
it's been a long time coming for a new post, and lots has happened. clearly, i need to turn this into more of a habit, than a hobby. see, first i was going to talk about this awesome community in nyc that grows their own veggies right in the middle of the city... i mean, how cool is that? and THEN poor ted kennedy got diagnosed with brain cancer the same day... so talking about vegetables seemed silly, so i planned on talking about ted. but then i got side tracked, and sex and the city the movie happened, and so you think you can dance started and now there's just entirely too much to talk about.
luckily a heat wave moved through dc and between brunch mimosas and the walk home, i think i've killed all of my brain cells. i spent 75% of the day doing everything i could to not allow any skin to touch skin. that means i was laying on my couch watching sex and the city with my roommate.
glorious.
moral of the story is that all i have to report is that it's fucking hot and humid outside. i also REALLY need to start packing...
luckily a heat wave moved through dc and between brunch mimosas and the walk home, i think i've killed all of my brain cells. i spent 75% of the day doing everything i could to not allow any skin to touch skin. that means i was laying on my couch watching sex and the city with my roommate.
glorious.
moral of the story is that all i have to report is that it's fucking hot and humid outside. i also REALLY need to start packing...
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