I was pretty blasé about this all until the power started flickering last night and then I got scared. My parents may be without power for days. Luckily(?) my mom is back in the hospital, so we don’t have to worry about her oxygen supply.
All you New Yorkers bitching about how you’re totally over this? You’re all cunts.
“The camera pans over Lake Michigan (no mistake that a view of the lake starts the film) as the Pachelbel Canon begins. Scenes of Lake Forest, Illinois, in the autumn come into view. The time, fall, is an allegory. The location beautiful and serene lake Michigan, is misleading offering a false sense of tranquility, and security. These opening scenes make the point that the location, including the lake, and the seasons, are as much a character of this story of life as the people who live here. And so we are invited into Lake Forest High school and its choir.”—
It seems pretty bleak and pointless now that we just stared death in the face, but below is an email I was about to press send on when Aftershock ‘11 happened:
Decided to figure out what the name of the ship from the Real Pirates exhibit was. It was called the Whydah. Here’s some info on that kid who joined them. The second link has a picture of that leg bone, sock, and shoe.
The real answer is mostly that I'm incredibly full of shit?
At dinner (AT HOULIHAN’S 4 REAL SUBURBS, GOD/it was pretty good?) with my parents on Saturday night, I unwittingly outed myself as a defeatist. At least I think it was defeatism. I don’t really know? I went on a 90 minute tirade about how I’m burnt out because I read too much internet. Then it kind of veered into something about hating baby boomers and also that I see a second US civil war as inevitable.
My parents are now very concerned about me? They think I’m under too much stress. They also say I shouldn’t worry so much about The World.
“Welho (ent. Helsinki Televisio Oy) on Suomen suurin kaapelitelevisio-operaattori, joka välittää televisio-, maksutelevisio-, ja laajakaistapalveluita pääkaupunkiseudulla usealla eri jakelualustalla. Welhon kaapeli-tv-verkkoon on kytketty noin 324 000 taloutta (maaliskuu 2009), joiden lisäksi Welhon laajakaistapalvelut ovat saatavissa laajenevalla alueella ADSL-liittymän kautta ja Helsingin keskusta-alueilla langattomissa lähiverkoissa. Digitaalisia tv-kanavia Welhon valikoimassa on yli sata. Welholla on noin 107 000 laajakaistaliittymää ja noin 68 000 maksu-tv-asiakasta (maaliskuu 2009). Vuodesta 2010 alkaen Welho on ollut Dna Oy:n omistuksessa.”—
Kind of a slow time for this forum, isn’t it? I’ve decided to start a thread that I’ve been thinking of for a while. These are songs that in my opinion should be acappellified, and maybe already have been. The idea is that if there’s a song you’d love to hear an a cappella arrangement of, post it here. Maybe groups will see this list and decide to do a cover. Or maybe the song has already been done; if you know of a kick-butt version of one of the songs that gets posted, tell us where we can find the song. Here’s my starting list.
Barenaked Ladies - Call & Answer
Blessid Union of Souls - Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me)
Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi
Dashboard Confessional – Stolen
Hero, Enrique Iglesias
Howie Day – Collide
Journey - When You Love a Woman
Secondhand Serenade – Maybe
Secondhand Serenade – Why
U2 - Running to Stand Still
So, other songs to add to the list? Or any great versions of these songs that I just haven’t heard yet?
I hauled myself and my neck brace to the theater this evening and saw Miranda July’s “The Future.” I don’t know that it’s a movie to like, so much as it is a movie to appreciate. What it is is a pretty devastating portrait of narcissism in the “internet age.” (Ugh.) It has that kind of “Sure, but how does this affect me?” sentiment from which everyone with a Facebook page suffers. Someone you know does something not great but popular, and you kind of lose it and then everything in your life seems to go badly by comparison.
Or maybe that’s just me and my narcissism in the internet age.
(Ah, you know, I don’t know. Things kind of start to break down after people you love have an extended losing streak. You worry about the things you said while you were on watered down heroin in the hospital. Alternately you start to think about maybe quitting your job and becoming a heroin addict except you’re afraid of needles.)
I guess the question as it relates to “The Future” (and me) is whether our bad decisions come as a result of things we have no control over or whether we own them completely. A little girl in “The Future” digs a hole in the ground and puts herself in it. And then she gets out in the middle of the night and cries. I mean, as metaphors go, that’s not exactly a light touch, but the point is taken. No one’s motives make sense — even when they state them plainly. There’s no reason to disbelieve them, but there’s also no reason to accept them. Why are you doing these ridiculous things? is a question to which the answers seem to be disaffection and boredom. I want to see what happens — in not so many words.
It’s certainly an honest answer, if not exactly a capital-G Good one.
“Seriously. You’re making a playlist for someone else to enjoy, not for them to see how indie you are. Maybe she’s not going to be into those unreleased Frank Zappa demos or Animal Collective b-sides. Perhaps he doesn’t care about what band Win Butler was in before the Arcade Fire. We get it. You’re hip. Unless you think the song actually sounds really good, no one cares about what time signature it’s in. Seriously. Throw some Prince on there and keep it funky.”—
Tonight’s second episode “Eddie” helped crystalize my thoughts on this show. It’s not a comedy — despite being classified as such. It’s unclassifiable! It’s not tragicomic. It’s surreal. It’s a drama that happens to star a very funny man, maybe.
And unlike other shows, drama or comedy alike, here is a guy who just… wants to be better, really, I guess, but bumps up against people who just make it impossible.
On what other show would you hear someone tell a truly suicidal man, “I hope you don’t… kill yourself, but I gotta go home; I gotta pick up my kids in the morning”?
“And that’s tea at Edgbaston. England are getting close to popping the champagne. India will like to have some hard liquor to drown their sorrows. Two wickets came in the session, and a pasting from Cook, Bell and KP. Even if India pull off a miraculous comeback with the new ball after tea, they will still be well behind the eight ball. The lead is almost a 100 already.”—