November 28, 2002
Phil or Damon?
Phil Colins or Damon Albarn . . . You Decide.
November 20, 2002
November 18, 2002
November 16, 2002
WORST NYC MOVERS: THE RIGHT MOVE
WORST NYC MOVERS: THE RIGHT MOVE
Grade: F
18/100
November 15, 2002
My next musical project
So lately, I've been feeling like I have not been a productive human. I've decided to record a small tribute record of Talking Heads covers. At this point in the project, I'm just setting up equipment and brainstorming which songs I should cover. I only have only cofirmed one song - Slippery People.
At this time I am taking requests.
November 10, 2002
black people love us
http://www.blackpeopleloveus.com/
the range of responses to this website on the letters page is astonishing. the interslice is a bizarre thing. not only do you need to figure out whether a website like this is intended as satire or not, you also have to wonder whether the people writing comments to sally and johnny really mean what they say. when you can anonymously make any comment you'd like, it's just as easy to write what you really feel as it is to write inflammatory nonsense just to piss people off.
it's like trolling, but it could also be a sort of satirical response to satire. in that context, though, it's often impossible to tell the difference between the two. satire that can't be recognised as satire may defeat itself, but in the case of letters to sally and johnny, stupid abuse (genuine or troll) may actually support the point that they're trying to make.
so, maybe pretending to be a bigot in a way that makes people really dislike you is a Good Thing. ...but, am i really serious about that?
November 08, 2002
reposted for your erotic pleasure
chrisk say:
Listen up cause I'll tell you something.
It's a matter of common agreement that Halloween and the rituals attendant thereto are a fairly big deal to the people of Madison, Wisconsin. There's even a full- fledged town tradition wherein everyone (viz. 60-70,000 men and women, all of them mortal) packs into the mile-long stretch of the town's State Street in full costumed regalia for one last outdoor bacchanal before the cold hand of up-north winter starts to squeeze and the cheese-eating begins in earnest.
Every year, so I'm told, it's a sight to see. Simpsons characters and dominatrices stretched from the house of the rising sun in one direction to the black horizon in the other. No exception this year, of course, but as all hallows' wore on, things took a turn for the decidedly ugly. The crowd got restless, started breaking windows, looting liquor stores. The police, already on hand, rose to the occasion with a carpet-bombing of tear gas. This marked the first time since the anti-Vietnam war protests that tear gas was used in Madison.
Next day, everybody's asking each other what the hell happened. Something went wrong, clearly, way wrong, but what? Lots of rumors float around, but eventually consensus coalesces around this version of events: There is an indoor party going on at an upper-floor apartment off the street, into which the revelers have a clear view. Once the (indoor) partygoers realize that they're being watched by the crowd, some of the women among them kick off a strip-tease, taking advantage of a rare opportunity to flash what god has give them to an audience of thousands. There is cheering. Eventually, though, the women tire of the game and draw the curtains, cutting off the view from the street below. Oh, this doesn't sit well. Oh, enjoying the show, they were! Before long, bottles, tree branches, sign posts and puppy dogs are being hurled with braveheart abandon at the now-darkened windows. From there, it's a quick trip on the #6 bus to looting, and, from there, a short walk to tear gas. The first tear gas to hit fresh air in Madison (I repeat) since the anti-war protests.
This is a lot of information to digest, I know, so I'd like to summarize with a quick then-and-now synopsis of the manifestoes of the rioting students of yore and rioting students of today:
Then: We, the youth of America, will not stand idly by while our government commits mass murder in our name. Bring our soldiers back home.
Now: Hey! Quit hiding your boobs!
Thank you and goodnight.
November 01, 2002
all about my vagina
More information about one vagina than you could ever possibly hope to find in one place.
It's not about my vagina, because I haven't got one.
It's all text: relatively safe for public consumption.