2.24.2006

It's Marshall!

I should probably talk about the show or my upcomming spa weekend, but instead, here is a short film.

2.23.2006

!!!DADADADA:SHOW!!!

Show! Tonite! Royal Albert Arms! w.YouSayParty!WeSayDie!

2.18.2006

"We use a large vibrating egg."


I was thinking about Annie Hall today, replaying the movie in my head (I can do that - didn't you know?)... Remember the classroom scene, where the adult Alvy is revisiting his childhood school to explain how his problems with girls began, you know, where the little girl berates him after his child-self kisses her, saying "For God's sake, Alvy, even Freud speaks of a latency period," and he says "Well I never had a latency period. How can I help it?" And then he wonders what all those kids would be up to in their adult lives, but the kids themselves say what that is? I always like to imagine that the boy who says "I used to be a heroin addict. Now I'm a methadone addict" and the Shelley Duvall Jr. girl who says "I'm in to leather" are married. They have a daughter and she's pretty awkward and spends a lot of time at the library and never does her coat up in the winter.

2.14.2006

start wearing purple, you goddamn immigrant gypsy punks!



Saw Gogol Bordello at the West End on Friday night - hot fucking show, one of the best I've ever seen! Words won't suffice, hopefully some of my pictures (cleaned up by Scott O) may do the trick... check out their myspace...

2.09.2006

Keeping you updated

So what's new with me? Well let me tell you:
I had to buy a CD shelving system because my slanted walls have been making my CDs lean dangerously forward and I didn't want them falling on my face. That is a longstanding phobia of mine, things falling on my face. In some cultures if that happens to you, you then are forced to wear ashes on your head and live at the edge of town. But now I can set about alphabetizing my collection and worrying fretting over genres.
I hate waking up in the morning. At least twice a week I will decide to start waking up early and to do push-ups and sit-ups and ride the stationary bike in order to develop some utilitarian muscles. But getting up in the morning is terrible enough as it is, nevermind getting up way earlier than I absolutely have to. I might be able to work that in to a routine IF I pair it with something else. Like maybe I will start having a shot of whisky before I get out of bed like Todd in Barth's The Floating Opera. Maybe then I will be able to manage it.
I'm semi-published in The New Pollution magazine (do you still call it a magazine if it is online? If my U of W code still worked I would consult the OED), with *some* changes to a couple of things I'd written. Interesting comparative literature studies reading the site vs. the original. Definitely looks hot. Language choices made by the editors...I'm too close to the writing to be unbiased on that, and they've got more writing and editing experience...but I've also got a gut feeling (ha ha ha ha).
Another thing - I found a nice Speedo striped sweatshirt at Value Village yesterday. And I'm toying with a second blog about t-shirts, tentatively called "T-shirtz". What do YOU think?

2.07.2006

If it's all twee with you, it's all twee with me

The new Belle & Sebastian album came out today! I was all set to do things at home, but that's cancelled - all that I need to do is find the stereo remote so I can set it to repeat. Next step: get it on the iPod and take it out for a walk.

2.02.2006

Hey McFllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyy!

This should win an Oscar:
http://www.stereogum.com/archives/002283.html

Under Construction

No, not the blog, dummies...
We're putting together our CDs finally. And I'm in charge of the spraypaint stencil-work. Check the workshop:...and the outfit:
...and the painted hand:...and the case:

Oh, and the new issue of Vice is partially up.

2.01.2006

Holy Fuck

So I was at HMV last week and they had a whole display on the shelves below the counter for the movie Who's Harry Crumb? Now you probably don't know this, but I have a complicated history with this movie. You see, in the third grade at Strathmillan Elementary School, I won a weekly trivia contest (yes, I started early) and got to visit the vice principal's office to get a prize. What I chose was this poster:
I couldn't make eye contact with John Candy or change in front of the poster. But I was also too scared to take it down because it seemed like he would have powers, that he would know somehow. And that he would seek some sort of terrible revenge (probably by eating all of my food).

Fuck is that ever scary.