More and more I've come to find the things inside my mind drive me wild with little extrinsic motivation. As the NYT website mourns the death of Polaroid, hipsters are not necromancers (more likely necrophiliacs), I, like so many others, am coping with some heavy losses in the spheres of influence by which we have gravitated in to. I was content to pile up some obituary links til I realized that might be the most depressing way possible to do things. At the expense of omitting some heavy hitting names, I thought it wise to embark on a quick jump on down to Hades to see what's boiling amongst the undead:
American Economic Dominance; like Bob Sagat on network TV, a thing of the past. With such grotesque, disturbing, and often times depressingly hilarious new lows hitting every other day, it seems like a somewhat foregone conclusion that we are in a crisis...
Oberlin College's Student Band Culture; not actually dead (yet), but I needed to write about the disturbing phenomenon of tribute cover bands forming at the school. It's not cool, unless it's Mini-Kiss, which is a perfect band to play at Oberlin, but only if Lez Zeppelin opens for them. Come on you fucks!
Professional Wrestling: The Wrestler gets its release in the US of A soon, and has been reviewed by two of the biggest douches in sportswriting today (not so coincidentally two of the best writers as well)
Will Leitch
Bill Simmons
Vaginal Scent:Goodbye forever natural vagina scent, I'll miss you so.
That about wraps up the calendar year 2008. Don't sleep on your moon.
2008/12/28
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