Incredible. Extremely high quality art from museums all over the world. You can go explore the MoMa (in Google StreetView fashion) and then click over and explore the Tate Modern in a matter of seconds. All of the picture quality is great, but on some of the paintings its phenomenal. In Starry Night, you can see the height of Van Gogh’s brush strokes. In The Bedroom, the oil paint even looks greasy. A few others to check out:
I don’t know what to say about this song other than it’s probably the best thing ever. Just having the song pop up when I’m shuffling through my ipod is enough to bring a smile to my face. This electro-funk-hip hop-house cut from their first album isn’t especially representative of Chromeo’s music, but it’s awesome nonetheless. Also, do yourself a favor and see these guys live—not only are they, in all likelihood, the two coolest guys on the planet, but they bring along tons of energy, a seizure-inducing light show, and tight musicianship.
I’ve spent the entire day keeping humble about this, but I do have to say it feels exhilarating to be published in a legitimate outlet — to have my writing hand-picked, amidst competition, and prominently displayed to literate hipsters everywhere.
For better or worse, I spend so much of my time being self-conscious about what I want to do, and getting a piece in McSweeney’s feels less like validation than relief. I can stop being a self-professed writer now and start being a writer. Hey, man, I could never write another thing and just ride this wave for fifty years, and heck I probably will.
Back in sixth grade, I found out about the annual writing contest sponsored by my local library. First prize was fifty bucks — a new video game! — and I figured I’d give it a shot. For lack of any other ideas, I wrote a short, semi-autobiographical story about my uncle’s death and funeral. I can’t remember the details now — I wish I’d kept it — but I know the story was authentic enough that I refused to let my family read it.
Well, I won, and I immediately went out and bought Rogue Leader. I was young, and all I could focus on was that fifty dollar bill in that envelope and all its immediate gratification. It never dawned on me that writing could be even more gratifying for even longer — potentially for a lifetime.
The next year, I didn’t enter, and I didn’t bother the year after that, or after that — or ever, actually. I graduated high school without submitting another story. Maybe I was afraid to. What if I lost? Any amount of money — even enough to buy Rogue Leader II: Rebel Strike — wasn’t worth facing the cold, crippling humiliation of second place.
But it’s not about contests, is it? It’s about writing something because you want to, because your uncle suddenly dies and the only way you know how to deal with that is by convincing yourself to enter a writing contest “for the money.” Then years later, you write something because it’s fun and might make a funny piece for your stupid blog, and on a whim you submit it to a website who publishes it and doesn’t offer you a dime. And it’s the best feeling in the world.
~~Does anyone else think John’s blog should be renamed, “negativit-me”? Hey John, just because Seattle hasn’t had a dry parade in a long time, doesn’t mean you have to rain on all of ours.
When I first wrote this, I actually wrote about the few exceptions to the general free-fall these shows have taken, but my post was so egotistically long that I just removed them. I agree with you guys - Zack, Max, Dan - I maybe was too harsh on Community, but The League actually sucks. It’s makes me laugh, but it sucks. Kinda like Family Guy.
And what night might that be? Thursday of course, with its solid 3-hour chunk of once-good-now-awful TV.
In its first season Community wasn’t perfect, but at times it was great. “Modern Warfare” had to be one of the best television episodes of 2010. Community played it pretty safe, relying on traditional sexual tension and witty one-liners for laughs, but in a refreshingly zany way. So far this season they’ve taken more risks (with weird episodes like ”Messianic Myths and Ancient Peoples” and “Basic Rocket Science”), but instead of lowering the floor to raise the ceiling, they’ve managed to lower both. Only a sophomore at Greendale, yet the show is already tired.
The patronizing amount of times we see Allison Brie’s chest jiggle.
The patronizing amount of times we see Allison Brie’s chest jiggle (and the formulaic jokes like that one that have been plaguing Community all along).
Every time Leonard speaks – “old people acting crazy” is the worst joke of all time. It is the joke of the living dead – it has long since been killed, but somehow is still wandering around from script to script, infecting further.
Tracy is stupid. Kenneth is gullible. Jenna is vain. I get it. It’s like those old Hannah-Barbera cartoons where the background keeps looping and looping through the same four trees, but those trees are jokes.
High points*: Bullock! If they somehow work Al Swearengen into the script I might keep watching. Well, no I wouldn’t, but I might re-watch Deadwood. David Milch wrote, produced, and directed the entire fucking show! Well, except Al, who was ghost-written by David Mamet.
Low points: Everything about Gabe. The bus ride to Mexico. Need I continue? This post is already long enough and I’m only halfway done.
But John, Outsourced was never good? True, but Parks and Rec was awesome. Outsourced has no jokes. “Hey check out this Indian stereotype” is not a joke. If it’s anything it’s racist.
High point: Deidrich Bader. I’ve only watched a few episodes but he’s the only actor to make me laugh so far.
Low point: Manmeet dresses up as a “chick magnet” for halloween and some hot chick actually pantomimes getting pulled into him. Brutal.
It’s Always Sunny
Wow. Holy shit. ”The Gang Re-Ignites the Rivalry” to this? Dennis pissing in the middle of a crowded restaurant (pure genius) to his awful marriage to Maureen Ponderosa? Wheeeuuuuuuuw psht. This show fell off a cliff.
High points: The Lethal Weapon 5 screening. The editing in the movie is hysterical.
Low points: Everything up until then.
This show is funny, I’ll give it that. My problem is that the show as a whole is just an exhausting concatenation of jokes. If jokes were tin cans, newlyweds would tie The League to their back bumper when they rode off into the distance.
High points: Paul Scheer.
Low points: The Paul Scheer / Jon LaJoie fake blowjob. Homosexuality is not funny in and of itself.
The cameos. It’s Entourage all over again. If you took the chart for The Office above, and changed “awkward” to “cameos”, it would describe Entourage.
*But seriously, as far as characters go, The Office is still top notch.
Yes, I know…Pitchfork’s writing is about as affected and pretentious as it gets. Having said that*, this article has a lays out a pretty good selection from the current slate of manipulated vocal samples. I’ve been pretty much obsessed with manipulated vocals in their many forms for awhile now. Starting with Kanye’s sped up soul samples, then on to J-Dilla’s chopped up soul fragments, I fell in love. This article does, however, focus mostly on sample-based artists, and not more straight ahead, live vocal manipulation from bands like Crystal Castles and Fever Ray, both of which I fully recommend. For the more dance-inclined I thought I’d also recommend Hackman’s “More Than Ever”, one of the most addictive songs I heard this summer.
*Can anyone spot the continuity error in the Curb clip?
Yeah, Jason’s sunglasses did make their way to his hand rather quickly. But “Pretentious”, Max? I think “overwrought" would’ve been a better choice.
I would like to take a moment or two to respond to my good friend John, who has, himself, taken a moment away from his ignoble pursuit against fair market competition—and the simple, small town, everyday folk like you and me who would benefit—done in the name of an unholy corporation that has…
I would like to a moment or two to explain why I don’t think comments are necessary on Tumblr. Don’t comment, reblog instead! If your comments aren’t intelligent enough to be worth posting on your blog, why spam someone else’s with them? You can edit the original post down to any size you want to avoid the redundancy often associated with a full reblog. If you like a post, don’t comment “Phenomenal”, just Like the post.
Also, Max is right, I don’t know anything about Complexity Theory. It might be awesome, but that video was awful, and the arguments made in your rebuttal are platitudinous. Max, if you have any good videos or articles* that could illustrate the power or importance Complexity Theory, I would be more than happy to watch them.
Vanish asked me today if I knew of any music that sounded like The XX. The best I could come up with was Little Dragon, because I think both bands are good to listen while having Chex. Yes, great breakfast music.
I found out about Pollyn, embarrasingly enough, from this thing. It is surprisingly a great way to find out about indie artists you really, really snoozed on. Yes, ladies and gents, my ear is to the ground, though certainly not the underground.