Wednesday, February 18, 2009
happyhappyhardcore.blogspot.com
SICK music blog (nat homer of vassar fame) which i will be contributing to occasionally. he's got the dls for lots of sweet old and new records, mostly extreme (electronica, metal, hardcore)
Monday, February 2, 2009
obama
a poem for obamasome people don't like him
(don't quite get it!)
kerry did the snowboard
but he was still a creaky old skeleton
obama is black
like my favorite musicians
and i have a feeling
that deep down he is a punk rocker
a bodysurfing chainsmoking punk rocker
fuck the system
obama is - fuck - just so...
...so
(ah...)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
King of the ill
Adult swim has apparently picked up king of the hill for its hit-and-miss late night comedy lineup. Way to go, williams street! we at the heavy heavy monster sound smile upon this acquisition. king of the hill may not always be the most hilarious show, but the characters are really well-developed and its more rewarding than most of the original adult swim productions which try to pass off meaningless absurdity as comedy (i like superjail though).
king of the hill doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of gaining a second wind the way that family guy did when it came to adult swim, not in the least because king of the hill had a very long and successful run with fox and mike judge has moved on to the big screen. all the same, i hope that adult swim viewers will at least tolerate it, as they did with futurama.
this is my hope because king of the hill is all about tolerance. its about hank coming to terms with the cultural shifts of 1960s and accepting them even as they rock through the reactionary little town of arlen. i think this is the kind of drama america wants right now, as all the southern and middle-american republicans are trying to recover from the recent failure of reagan-era conservatism. and i want adult swim's audience of stoned slackers to better understand where these boring, bland, friendly white people are coming from, what kind of culture they have put together, and how seeds of open-mindedness are sewn here and there across their suburban lawns. we need a reconciliation in this country because our problems are gonna require working together. and texans work hard.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
SHOULD I START TAKING CREATINE SUPPLEMENTS????
Guys. here's the deal. I am a vegetarian, doing my thing now what, six years? that seems a little much, idk. anywayyyyy, been doing some research online and here's the deal. vegetarians as a demographic have significantly lower levels of creatine in their bods. i don't like the sound of that, not one bit.
but according to one study i read about in which they gave the veg headz some creatine over a couple of weeks, it INCREASED THEIR MENTAL PERFORMANCE, EVEN RAISING THEIR IQS BY A QUANTIFIABLE AMOUNT. thus the dilemma. i like being smart, i want to be smarter. it's all i care about actually. i already started taking the omega-3 supplement cuz i heard that it can make you quicker, and now i just dont know, creatine's looking pretty boss. im going to make a pros and cons list to help me decide.
If i take creatine:
PRO: become smarter, possibly conquer world, at least pwn more noobz CON: turn into bro
PRO: increase my athletic performance and possibly fencing skrillz CON: lose cred
PRO: get really jacked CON: it will be because my muscles are full of water
PRO: counteract alzheimer's-causing chemicals in tofu CON: people will think im a bro
AS YOU CAN SEE, i'm in quite a pickle. i beseech you readers, should I start taking creatine??
will you still be friendz with me if i look like those guys at the top of this post? (just got macbook, couldnt figure out how to move the picture around)
Monday, December 29, 2008
top ten lists of 2008
In honor of the occasion of my tenth and greatest blog post, I’ve assembled a list of lists, the ten greatest and most significant lists I’ve made during this time of reflection on a year which I think we can all agree went hard as fuck.
In no particular order:
10. Top ten books I wanted to read but didn’t (brothers Karamazov, gravity’s rainbow, that book by joe the plumber…)
9. top ten mark-on-kip roughhousing sessions
8. top ten drunken metro north rides back to poughkeepsie MANG.
7. top ten meetings to discuss what to “do” about opportunity firings in the Vassar English department
6. top ten naps (ten-way tie!)
5. top ten pictures seb took of the sky/groups of people walking down the street
4. top ten reasons why I wish id kept taking italian (#1: seduce bondavalli. Psyche! Just playing - so I could go abroad with Kenny and Laura!!)
3. top ten mustaches MANG.
2. top ten trips to the hamptons (okay so it was just one but you guys! We had so much fun.)
1. top ten blog posts
For the lists themselves follow this link: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/02/05/guest-column-top-ten-songs-white-people-love/
Saturday, December 27, 2008
everybody's cousin is a crust punk
i see my cousins on my dad's side about once a year. it was christmas eve that we convened in seguin texas (old people and drugrunners) for a stoeltje roundup, you know, get us all in the same room together and eat deer sausage and play wii bowling. but something changed this year, my cousins got a whole lot more real.
what does this mean? i'm not entirely sure. all i know is that when james rolled up in a leftover crack shirt talking about going to parties in abandoned houses, and getting kicked out of rock bottom (a satown club) for smoking on the floor, i was like, what the fuck, who are you? when did you stop playing half-life in your bedroom all the time and start believing in women's rights and shit? it was weird.
and my other cousin eli, the one that's been in rehab and is super skinny, i heard he was gonna join the army reserve. i asked him what was up, like how could he do that, and he explains what i should have expected, that he thinks its alot of bs, but he needs an income. i mean, the guy's a pacifist, but his biodad is such a fuckup that his fuckuppery has necessarily spilled over into my cousin's life.
what i guess im saying is, i saw more of myself in my extended family this christmas than i ever have. which i guess should be alarming, but somehow im comforted instead. eli and i were standing on the deck and he asks me if i smoke weed. my parents were in the house so i tried to slip him a discreet little nod. he goes, "i had a feeling. from the look of you."
and i said, "aw, that makes me feel bad."
and he said, "no, i don't mean like i thought you were high right now, just that, you look like you've been through the dark side of the forest is all".
i hope we all make our way out.
what does this mean? i'm not entirely sure. all i know is that when james rolled up in a leftover crack shirt talking about going to parties in abandoned houses, and getting kicked out of rock bottom (a satown club) for smoking on the floor, i was like, what the fuck, who are you? when did you stop playing half-life in your bedroom all the time and start believing in women's rights and shit? it was weird.
and my other cousin eli, the one that's been in rehab and is super skinny, i heard he was gonna join the army reserve. i asked him what was up, like how could he do that, and he explains what i should have expected, that he thinks its alot of bs, but he needs an income. i mean, the guy's a pacifist, but his biodad is such a fuckup that his fuckuppery has necessarily spilled over into my cousin's life.
what i guess im saying is, i saw more of myself in my extended family this christmas than i ever have. which i guess should be alarming, but somehow im comforted instead. eli and i were standing on the deck and he asks me if i smoke weed. my parents were in the house so i tried to slip him a discreet little nod. he goes, "i had a feeling. from the look of you."
and i said, "aw, that makes me feel bad."
and he said, "no, i don't mean like i thought you were high right now, just that, you look like you've been through the dark side of the forest is all".
i hope we all make our way out.
listening to:
sorry this post was so heavy. stay tuned for the top ten lists of 2008.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
hey alec and kenny! this was the thing i was gonna do on your radio show all those years ago. dig it:
Mystery
by Super furry sanimals
It was a mystery. They found the body in the parlor with a knife handle quivering in the air above its back, although most likely that was just our imagination, for how could the murderer flee the scene of the crime so quickly?
The body was that of Anthony Patterson, who had mentioned while we took the aperitif that he was a private investigator, and then naturally Simon Greenwood offered a witticism playing upon the possibility that Patterson was investigating one of us, to which Patterson replied that he was not on duty this evening.
Which is an interesting thing to say, considering he is, or was, a “private” investigator, and surely he decides when he is or is not on duty.
If he had been on duty, than we could now say that he had died honorably, in the performance of it. But then Simon Greenborough pointed out that perhaps Patterson wasn’t really dead at all, for was this not an elaborate dinner theater that the present company had agreed to participate in?
Joann Freely proceeded to grab hold of the quivering/not quivering handle and withdrew the knife, which was indeed very sharp and very bloody, and she said something along the lines of, “does this look like theater to you?”
…At which point Simon Greenborough turned and vomited in the sink of the wet bar, then turned back around, wiping his mouth. He proposed that in order to discover the murderer, we systematically review the events of the entire evening, searching for clues.
Sarah, however, the matriarch of the Greenborough clan, began a rather boring diatribe about how she was growing tired of Simon always taking control, and how it was possible, and indeed, likely, that he had in fact killed the Private Investigator, or P.I., as he was now being referred to, considering that in the course of their domestic existence he had revealed himself to be a violent man.
I was confused. Could I have killed Patterson? Could this in fact be a dinner theater in which everyone was a confederate but me? I felt lost and alone.
Mystery
by Super furry sanimals
It was a mystery. They found the body in the parlor with a knife handle quivering in the air above its back, although most likely that was just our imagination, for how could the murderer flee the scene of the crime so quickly?
The body was that of Anthony Patterson, who had mentioned while we took the aperitif that he was a private investigator, and then naturally Simon Greenwood offered a witticism playing upon the possibility that Patterson was investigating one of us, to which Patterson replied that he was not on duty this evening.
Which is an interesting thing to say, considering he is, or was, a “private” investigator, and surely he decides when he is or is not on duty.
If he had been on duty, than we could now say that he had died honorably, in the performance of it. But then Simon Greenborough pointed out that perhaps Patterson wasn’t really dead at all, for was this not an elaborate dinner theater that the present company had agreed to participate in?
Joann Freely proceeded to grab hold of the quivering/not quivering handle and withdrew the knife, which was indeed very sharp and very bloody, and she said something along the lines of, “does this look like theater to you?”
…At which point Simon Greenborough turned and vomited in the sink of the wet bar, then turned back around, wiping his mouth. He proposed that in order to discover the murderer, we systematically review the events of the entire evening, searching for clues.
Sarah, however, the matriarch of the Greenborough clan, began a rather boring diatribe about how she was growing tired of Simon always taking control, and how it was possible, and indeed, likely, that he had in fact killed the Private Investigator, or P.I., as he was now being referred to, considering that in the course of their domestic existence he had revealed himself to be a violent man.
I was confused. Could I have killed Patterson? Could this in fact be a dinner theater in which everyone was a confederate but me? I felt lost and alone.
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