February 2010
7 posts
We're Obsolete →
http://www.miller-mccune.com/culture-society/triumph-of-the-cyborg-composer-8507/
As long as music stays good, I’m okay with that.
-H
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WatchI used to have access to a 30 story roof in Manhattan. It was an amazing place to watch city life. Sadly, some ass-heads went up there and threw rocks off, so the building management installed an alarm on the door. No more roof for me. But this video is almost as good.
-H
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While Asleep
Two girls are sitting across from one another, eating lunch. Chick chick chick chick chick. That is the sound of their iPhones being typed on, and it is the only sound coming from their table, because each girl is as immersed in her 3.5-inch color screen as anyone ever gets immersed into anything. Chick chick chick chick chick.
I hope they’re texting each other. I know they’re not, because...
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Leaving the Movie Theater
Yes, Roland Barthes has an essay called “Leaving the Movie Theater,” and no, this is not that essay. This isn’t even an essay at all. Has anyone coined a good one-word phrase for “short bit of writing on a weblog”? Is it “post”? “Post” sounds stupid.
Anyway, the movie theater. Seems like all theaters have at least twice as many exits as entrances, and tonight I left by one of those extra...
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This Was a Bad Idea
It’s apparently more difficult to hit a parked car than a moving one. Yes? So yesterday, after nearly getting hit by a bike, I decided to start behaving like a parked car and stop dead any time a cyclist might maybe come near me, thinking I’d be harder to hit this way.
But no, I nearly got hit by a bike three times today, and at least one of the riders gave me a look like I’d insulted him.
It...
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Show 2/24 at Glasslands Gallery
The show starts at 8, we play at 9, and the cover is $7. Ages 21+. Glasslands is in Brooklyn, on 289 Kent Ave, between South 1st and South 2nd streets.
The Tendencies play after us; they are astoundingly fun.
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It's Like When
I think I can explain why I’m so excited about this, but only if I tell a very short story first.
When an acquaintance of mine, a former NYU grad student, got offered a job at U.C. Berkeley, I told him he’d landed the closest thing that professional philosophy has to a major-label record deal. I wasn’t trying to explain to him the awesomeness of his situation—he knew that already. I was,...