A few weeks ago, a song came up on the ol' itunes shuffle and Jack was like, "Is this Nina Simone?" And I said "yeah." And he was like, "Wow." And I said, "I know."
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Some stuffs
This week is my first as a writer for Best Week Ever with Paul F. Tompkins, and I implore you to watch this week's brand new episode, because it will be really fantastic, and will feature at least one clip that still makes me cry laughing, even though I've seen it at least twelve times tonight alone.
Also, I'm still posting like balls over at That's Important, so please don't neglect the restorative powers of a Tribute Slideshow to Flo from Alice or a link to an accredited Horseshoeing school.
Finally, I'm finishing up a manuscript for the book I started writing a year ago, I Don't Care About Your Band, which is scheduled for release in Spring '10. So, there's that, too.
I guess this is what's called a "programming note" in the blog world, but stuff like this always reads to me like an sculptor's bio or a suicide note, or something else equally depressing. But nobody is going anywhere, and none of this is leading to a "Well, I guess this is goodbye, then" moment, nor an invitation to a show at a gallery where there will be red wine and cubes of cheese, so I guess I'll just direct you here, then re-post this classic Youtube clip of a bear working it out to some Atlanta crunk, because it will never not be genius, and arguably the only thing the internet is for.
Turn your sound up for both, please. And thank you.
Also, I'm still posting like balls over at That's Important, so please don't neglect the restorative powers of a Tribute Slideshow to Flo from Alice or a link to an accredited Horseshoeing school.
Finally, I'm finishing up a manuscript for the book I started writing a year ago, I Don't Care About Your Band, which is scheduled for release in Spring '10. So, there's that, too.
I guess this is what's called a "programming note" in the blog world, but stuff like this always reads to me like an sculptor's bio or a suicide note, or something else equally depressing. But nobody is going anywhere, and none of this is leading to a "Well, I guess this is goodbye, then" moment, nor an invitation to a show at a gallery where there will be red wine and cubes of cheese, so I guess I'll just direct you here, then re-post this classic Youtube clip of a bear working it out to some Atlanta crunk, because it will never not be genius, and arguably the only thing the internet is for.
Turn your sound up for both, please. And thank you.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Amazing Animals
Listen, you guys.
There's this hippo.
And Oprah taught me about her. She lives with this South African couple. She doesn't ever try to kill them. She is fed tasty foods and sleeps in a bed, like people. Her name is Jessica, and she was on Friday's show as one of the episode's titular Amazing Animals. Watch her story here.
While you're on the site, click here to see a Skype interview with a Timothy Treadwell-ish character who is a huge idiot. Casey loves his "best friend," Brutus, a grizzly bear, which is the dictionary definition of hiker hubris. This is bad news to Casey's WIFE, who married this schmuck in a minstrel show of a ceremony, in which the BEAR was "Best Man."I was praying the bear would kill this guy mid-interview, but alas, Brutus was too distracted eating course after course of smoked salmon, orange slices, and turkey-avocado submarine sandwiches to get hungry for "jerk in the hat," which is usually a food bears like a lot.
Finally, here is the story of an elephant who lives on a sanctuary who is friends with a dog who had back surgery. When the dog was recovering, she would get a visit every day from Trunky, which I assume is the name of every elephant, and when Oprah showed me THAT clip, I cried like I was being chased by every feeling I've avoided since Junior High.
There's this hippo.
And Oprah taught me about her. She lives with this South African couple. She doesn't ever try to kill them. She is fed tasty foods and sleeps in a bed, like people. Her name is Jessica, and she was on Friday's show as one of the episode's titular Amazing Animals. Watch her story here.
While you're on the site, click here to see a Skype interview with a Timothy Treadwell-ish character who is a huge idiot. Casey loves his "best friend," Brutus, a grizzly bear, which is the dictionary definition of hiker hubris. This is bad news to Casey's WIFE, who married this schmuck in a minstrel show of a ceremony, in which the BEAR was "Best Man."I was praying the bear would kill this guy mid-interview, but alas, Brutus was too distracted eating course after course of smoked salmon, orange slices, and turkey-avocado submarine sandwiches to get hungry for "jerk in the hat," which is usually a food bears like a lot.
Finally, here is the story of an elephant who lives on a sanctuary who is friends with a dog who had back surgery. When the dog was recovering, she would get a visit every day from Trunky, which I assume is the name of every elephant, and when Oprah showed me THAT clip, I cried like I was being chased by every feeling I've avoided since Junior High.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
My Favorite Moment
...from last night's RHONYC finale, and possibly, to paraphrase Paul Benedict in A Mighty Wind, in the History of Humans, is when Jill & Ally had 'The Talk.'
Skip to 8:40 in the below clip for Jill's hair-flipping admission to her daughter after supine giggles are shared.
"You know, I'm just as uncomfortable as you are," Jill says. "Quite frankly, I did call someone to help me with this, but they weren't available."
Who did she invite? And who dared cancel? I am literally dying to know. Was it Dr. Ruth? Sasha Grey? Mr. T? Matt Foley?
Jack's guess was Mayor McCheese, but he suggests Mayor McCheese for EVERYTHING, because it makes him laugh that, at some point, a genius who worked for McDonald's decided to dress up a cheeseburger like a Bobby cop.
Skip to 8:40 in the below clip for Jill's hair-flipping admission to her daughter after supine giggles are shared.
"You know, I'm just as uncomfortable as you are," Jill says. "Quite frankly, I did call someone to help me with this, but they weren't available."
Who did she invite? And who dared cancel? I am literally dying to know. Was it Dr. Ruth? Sasha Grey? Mr. T? Matt Foley?
Jack's guess was Mayor McCheese, but he suggests Mayor McCheese for EVERYTHING, because it makes him laugh that, at some point, a genius who worked for McDonald's decided to dress up a cheeseburger like a Bobby cop.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Arts Beat!
I love that the NYT has comments allowed on their site. It paves the way for gems like this one, in response to their live Tony nominations blog--it as at once gloriously ignorant & stubbornly curmudgeonly.
"I do not understand why the Tony’s ignore all the great work being done in other States. Even plays in New York City suburbs are excluded. The only function of the Tony’s is to advertise and make people believe there is quality on Broadway. There is not. Broadway appeals to the lowest common denominator like Television."
Does anybody else get the feeling that the guy behind this outrage plays a distractingly enthusiastic Harold Hill in an Albany JCC production of The Music Man?
"I do not understand why the Tony’s ignore all the great work being done in other States. Even plays in New York City suburbs are excluded. The only function of the Tony’s is to advertise and make people believe there is quality on Broadway. There is not. Broadway appeals to the lowest common denominator like Television."
Does anybody else get the feeling that the guy behind this outrage plays a distractingly enthusiastic Harold Hill in an Albany JCC production of The Music Man?
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