Ice Cream Sandwiches!
Don't you dare say I don't love you, madam.
2009/05/09
Ralston Buffalo!
John Bennum, where the fuck have you gone? I can't keep doing this internet thing all alone...if personal e-mails won't get through to you, then I must resort to this last ditch attempt at getting a rise.
ball tongue
It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll.
It's a hard cock on the block if you got a vice like hold.
I went searching for my soul, listening to hole, and Melissa Auf Der Maur she can get it.
WE gonna get cancelled for sure.
It's a hard cock on the block if you got a vice like hold.
I went searching for my soul, listening to hole, and Melissa Auf Der Maur she can get it.
WE gonna get cancelled for sure.
2009/05/08
Thrift Shopping
Happy Friday.
No day can be complete without youtube clips interspersed between snippets of real spanish dialogue that I'm hearing as I post!
"Sí, Sí, Sí" (Soundchecking on the stage next to the bar for the outdoor spring festival)
"Qué te pongo?" (How do you take your coffee?)
"Fuck Sam Coggeshal, that guys a fucking pretentious asshole." (Milk Based Drama)
Blue Sky microwave Adrian Dantley dance of the dead; I went bobbing for apples, and got this lousy t-shirt instead.
No day can be complete without youtube clips interspersed between snippets of real spanish dialogue that I'm hearing as I post!
"Sí, Sí, Sí" (Soundchecking on the stage next to the bar for the outdoor spring festival)
"Qué te pongo?" (How do you take your coffee?)
"Fuck Sam Coggeshal, that guys a fucking pretentious asshole." (Milk Based Drama)
Blue Sky microwave Adrian Dantley dance of the dead; I went bobbing for apples, and got this lousy t-shirt instead.
2009/05/07
well well well
DAvid George, son of Robert P. George, something like that, sends notice of this clip:
Elvis Presley covering 3 dog night?
Bo Shanks.
Elvis Presley covering 3 dog night?
Bo Shanks.
turn back the clock!
Yowza, Bristol Palin says, "abstain from sex, and buy tacky platform shoes!" Where is Jenny Mccarthy when I need her most?
bug tits
This post is dedicated to those who made the transition from high-level performance in a particular sport at college, but made a change for their professional careers.
Example one, Carolina Panther (for now)/UNC Power Forward Julius Peppers, who had the grand misfortune of playing during the Kris Lang era.
Antonio Gates is considered by many to be the premier tight end, when healthy, in the NFL today. I was always an Alge Crumpler guy, but oh well.
No clip of him playing ball found, sadly.
What about this guy? That's right former Detroit Piston 12th man Darvin Ham; he went to the Hun School!
Ok this post fell apart fast, but it's fun to dig for crossover appeal.
Example one, Carolina Panther (for now)/UNC Power Forward Julius Peppers, who had the grand misfortune of playing during the Kris Lang era.
Antonio Gates is considered by many to be the premier tight end, when healthy, in the NFL today. I was always an Alge Crumpler guy, but oh well.
No clip of him playing ball found, sadly.
What about this guy? That's right former Detroit Piston 12th man Darvin Ham; he went to the Hun School!
Ok this post fell apart fast, but it's fun to dig for crossover appeal.
2009/05/05
Long Foam
Today's long foam ramble is brought to you by: Cheese Fries
Writing is fighting for your life, that’s what David Foster Wallace told me, and that, is some shit; this is one of the possible ideas that developed after recently speed-reading Infinite Jest, a technique I learned at Oberlin that didn’t help me with the classes, but did help me read for pleasure with superior speed, he was grappling with depression, he was using tennis as a mirror shining on your self-perceptions and how you believe you are being seen by those who see you, like Tom Robbins, Alistair Crowley and Ornette Coleman used the mirror that we call the moon to make magic. Otherwise, you are probably wasting your time, or maybe there is a greater process to it I should re-read it, it’s only the first read, or is it a labyrinth?
These things are the paradoxes that will continue as long as the paradoxical existence of my own does: RE-Phrase, why do I exist? There are initial questions that make everything under the sun fair game; in the end, what you understand is that a routine is the only way to accomplish something over a long period of time; many people find this through all kinds of channels, mine seem to be so very varied, but it’s not quite like that, I don’t think. Stanley Fish was writing about his on his NYT blog recently.
I just need space, and I realize that I’ve met people who make me feel like living, which means I’ve met the right people to die by, take the bullet, kick down the nightclub paparazzi like Kevin Costner did for Whitney.
Bobby Crosby probably listens to Pet Sounds; with a name and game like that he just
wasn’t born for these times.
Kevin Youkilis is reminding me of Matt Geiger in a big way.
Chris Andersen is a monster on the boards. I wonder if David Stern is scared of Crystal Meth, compared to traditional perfomance-enhancing drugs for professionals.
Kenyon Martin is Wario; Darius Miles is Waluigi.
I shudder to think of extending this in to dinosaur territory; Antoine Walker getting held up at gun point isn’t funny.
College was a playful tragicomedy, I suppose; kind of like that Unicorn’s album, “Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Dead?” They figured out a way to ask a question and get people bothered in a way that maybe led to some level of satisfaction, kind of like sex, yes it could be said that if you’re all alone and you’d rather not knock one out on your own, aka home run derby simulator, aka bowling, aka drinking, alias Bo Shanks, the good stuff.
I live in the middle of nowhere, that’s what I think, because the people are getting together over crazy false idols’ screaming prophets; these days, they’re just trying to rehash some computer age falsetto, it’s less impressive now than it would have been without all the digital advances,
you can’t fool all the people all the time, but maybe it’s nice to fool yourself sometimes with some friends. So the first album gets dropped one way or the other, the memories get put in to place for something, how you go about responding to your synaptic fibers dictates how you’ll strum it,
How come people are so quick to love Dilla's Gazillionear beat when Return of The Gangster had essentially the same loop almost 10 years ago. It all somehow relates, in my head, to a FREE DARKO POST.
also who you choose to surround yourself with in your new post-apocalyptic world; shit is starting to move so fast, you gotta stay focused on something or you’re gonna get the spinsies and pass out, this is why old people/a youthful John Lennon could be seen as sleeping a lot,
this also relates to what you do to make you tired, some construe this as work, others as self-destruction, others as an opportunity to get known.
Noise, Noise, Noise! The slow, broken march to one’s inevtiable end; that’s what Leonard Cohen said, others followed suit, in slightly more dramatic fashion.
Writing is fighting for your life, that’s what David Foster Wallace told me, and that, is some shit; this is one of the possible ideas that developed after recently speed-reading Infinite Jest, a technique I learned at Oberlin that didn’t help me with the classes, but did help me read for pleasure with superior speed, he was grappling with depression, he was using tennis as a mirror shining on your self-perceptions and how you believe you are being seen by those who see you, like Tom Robbins, Alistair Crowley and Ornette Coleman used the mirror that we call the moon to make magic. Otherwise, you are probably wasting your time, or maybe there is a greater process to it I should re-read it, it’s only the first read, or is it a labyrinth?
These things are the paradoxes that will continue as long as the paradoxical existence of my own does: RE-Phrase, why do I exist? There are initial questions that make everything under the sun fair game; in the end, what you understand is that a routine is the only way to accomplish something over a long period of time; many people find this through all kinds of channels, mine seem to be so very varied, but it’s not quite like that, I don’t think. Stanley Fish was writing about his on his NYT blog recently.
I just need space, and I realize that I’ve met people who make me feel like living, which means I’ve met the right people to die by, take the bullet, kick down the nightclub paparazzi like Kevin Costner did for Whitney.
Bobby Crosby probably listens to Pet Sounds; with a name and game like that he just
wasn’t born for these times.
Kevin Youkilis is reminding me of Matt Geiger in a big way.
Chris Andersen is a monster on the boards. I wonder if David Stern is scared of Crystal Meth, compared to traditional perfomance-enhancing drugs for professionals.
Kenyon Martin is Wario; Darius Miles is Waluigi.
I shudder to think of extending this in to dinosaur territory; Antoine Walker getting held up at gun point isn’t funny.
College was a playful tragicomedy, I suppose; kind of like that Unicorn’s album, “Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Dead?” They figured out a way to ask a question and get people bothered in a way that maybe led to some level of satisfaction, kind of like sex, yes it could be said that if you’re all alone and you’d rather not knock one out on your own, aka home run derby simulator, aka bowling, aka drinking, alias Bo Shanks, the good stuff.
I live in the middle of nowhere, that’s what I think, because the people are getting together over crazy false idols’ screaming prophets; these days, they’re just trying to rehash some computer age falsetto, it’s less impressive now than it would have been without all the digital advances,
you can’t fool all the people all the time, but maybe it’s nice to fool yourself sometimes with some friends. So the first album gets dropped one way or the other, the memories get put in to place for something, how you go about responding to your synaptic fibers dictates how you’ll strum it,
How come people are so quick to love Dilla's Gazillionear beat when Return of The Gangster had essentially the same loop almost 10 years ago. It all somehow relates, in my head, to a FREE DARKO POST.
also who you choose to surround yourself with in your new post-apocalyptic world; shit is starting to move so fast, you gotta stay focused on something or you’re gonna get the spinsies and pass out, this is why old people/a youthful John Lennon could be seen as sleeping a lot,
this also relates to what you do to make you tired, some construe this as work, others as self-destruction, others as an opportunity to get known.
Noise, Noise, Noise! The slow, broken march to one’s inevtiable end; that’s what Leonard Cohen said, others followed suit, in slightly more dramatic fashion.
2009/05/04
Nah man that animal is furry as hell.
I don't want that fucking pirated DVD you're trying to sell to me while I drink my coffee/use the wireless in this bar. In fact, you can suck my dick.
Eddie Kendricks is an important figure in the history of music.
What about more music? How can you resist? It's free.
Fuck Jeff Lynne.
All praises due to Jim Keltner.
All other living Wilburys get a free pass in my head.
Eddie Kendricks is an important figure in the history of music.
What about more music? How can you resist? It's free.
Fuck Jeff Lynne.
All praises due to Jim Keltner.
All other living Wilburys get a free pass in my head.
2009/05/03
Fuck
I thought I might catch a glimpse of my girl in Sevilla for a hot minute, but it was not to be and I'm all alone again, except I got a surprise visit from a Princeton pal and it put 5 or 6 years back on my life I think.
What's the deal with Bill Simmon's basketball book? I wanna read that shit.
I had a long winded conversation with a rather good looking french brunette who told me that work is the only way to keep her going, without it she would most likely fall to pieces.
Money sucks, I hate it.
Frank Rich writes really good columns, this must be why they only come out on Sunday.
blah, blah, blah I wish I could watch nba games and download porn.
MORE MUSIC FOR YOU, you mystery surprise dl.
What's the deal with Bill Simmon's basketball book? I wanna read that shit.
I had a long winded conversation with a rather good looking french brunette who told me that work is the only way to keep her going, without it she would most likely fall to pieces.
Money sucks, I hate it.
Frank Rich writes really good columns, this must be why they only come out on Sunday.
blah, blah, blah I wish I could watch nba games and download porn.
MORE MUSIC FOR YOU, you mystery surprise dl.
2009/04/30
newhouse and taka
2009/04/28
Bump
I really like the new DOOM; I also happen to like the snakey, sparse bass playing on the track "Bumpy's Message" in which Freddie Foxxx sounds like he's fucking dying.
I keep bumping in to NYT books articles on David Foster Wallace or vacation homes.
What's up with AIDS research? Are we making any improvements lately? What about Larry David in a Woody Allen movie?
What about falling asleep at the wheel? What about Conservative Oberlin grads speaking their mind on Senator Specter? Right here, Michelle!
I can't stop reading deadspin, I CAN'T! Will Leitch is the writer of things that hurt my brain in that soft, subtle way. So of course they switch it up and let someone else write about a derival, but intriguing sub-plot of ten human body parts.
INDUSTRY SHAKEDOWN
I keep bumping in to NYT books articles on David Foster Wallace or vacation homes.
What's up with AIDS research? Are we making any improvements lately? What about Larry David in a Woody Allen movie?
What about falling asleep at the wheel? What about Conservative Oberlin grads speaking their mind on Senator Specter? Right here, Michelle!
I can't stop reading deadspin, I CAN'T! Will Leitch is the writer of things that hurt my brain in that soft, subtle way. So of course they switch it up and let someone else write about a derival, but intriguing sub-plot of ten human body parts.
INDUSTRY SHAKEDOWN
2009/04/26
Dearth of Big Men in the Draft
Who is Blake Griffin?
He is good at dunking with tremendous ferocity, not unlike a feral hamster in heat on the fourth of july.
Who is Ricky Rubio?
He had a turnover in the closing minute of his team DKV Joventut's 3 point win over Gran Canarias while they were down 2 and they still won!
Who is Steven Curry?
He goes to the same school as the girl whose skull you could see through while she was giving you brain.
Who is James Harden?
Who are you?
He is good at dunking with tremendous ferocity, not unlike a feral hamster in heat on the fourth of july.
Who is Ricky Rubio?
He had a turnover in the closing minute of his team DKV Joventut's 3 point win over Gran Canarias while they were down 2 and they still won!
Who is Steven Curry?
He goes to the same school as the girl whose skull you could see through while she was giving you brain.
Who is James Harden?
Who are you?
2009/04/25
Hey
J.J. has always been one of my favorite first names.
Cale can be really good steamed (correction: Kale)
Let's start over; NAturally.
Cale can be really good steamed (correction: Kale)
Let's start over; NAturally.
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