So apparently Earth is in trouble.
Or not. Earth is in an extended cooling period.
One reputable study says one thing. Another says, well, another thing.
Personally? Someone should do a study to determine the need for studies. Particularly if the findings are going to give the most sane person logistical whiplash in their brain.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tell Your Dreary Existential Poetry To Shut Up
I love T.S. Eliot, but a rewrite is now in order.
April is the funniest month, breeding beagles by the half-dozen, mixing hope and disenchantment, stirring baseball fields with torrid downpours.
On April 7, Snoopy's Reunion, one of the most underrated of the Peanuts specials, will hit stores in DVD format for the first time ever. Also, that evening, ABC will air It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown and Charlie Brown's All-Stars. While the former is a perennial for this time of the year, the latter has not been aired in 27 years. Gotta give it up to ABC, they are really bringing back the old Chuck.
April is the funniest month, breeding beagles by the half-dozen, mixing hope and disenchantment, stirring baseball fields with torrid downpours.
On April 7, Snoopy's Reunion, one of the most underrated of the Peanuts specials, will hit stores in DVD format for the first time ever. Also, that evening, ABC will air It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown and Charlie Brown's All-Stars. While the former is a perennial for this time of the year, the latter has not been aired in 27 years. Gotta give it up to ABC, they are really bringing back the old Chuck.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Billy Corgan: Strident and Bald
A LiveNation/Ticketmaster merger? Fantastic! Radio stations paying artists? That's what the music industry has become: flailing for money.
Corgan's letter is a masterpiece. He frequently references the importance of the fan, despite recent incidents that indicate his personal philosophy leans toward "let them eat cake". The most thrilling part is near the end, where he actually uses the phrase creating a dynamic synergy. How Jack Donaghy!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Spring Cleaning Makes Jenn a Crazed Girl
One could assume that Sonic Youth are my abiding obsession. I've seen them live 39 times; have a collection of printed ephemera large enough to swim laps in; have been a fan for almost 19 years now. Surely that qualifies for a top, A-1 fetish.
However.
My Peanuts love--and the byproduct known as my Snoopy fascination--beats all. My collection, which is in the inventory process for insurance purposes, is mammoth by any standard. Really, it would be far easier to obsessively hoard SY stuff. I don't care how many side projects the individual members release through sundry "bat labels", there is no way NY's finest fuck with Snoopy in terms of sheer tonnage. Also, Peanuts books taught me how to read. Sonic Youth did not. They did, admittedly, teach me how to rock. (Slaughterhouse, in tandem with Firehouse, taught me how to love.)
Sometimes, these dual fixations clash. Not like the Union vs. the Confederacy; rather like chocolate meeting milk. Youth bassist/guitarist/vocalist Kim Gordon is a longtime fan of Peanuts. Stickers featuring the characters appear on her instruments, she's heard shouting out a fan wearing a Snoopy tee on a bootleg of the band's first show in DC of 2006, and admitted in a questionnaire that I stumbled 'cross in 2002 but can no longer locate on this here Innanet that Snoopy was her fave fictional character (other revelations: favorite color blue, favorite holiday Valentines Day).
It's pretty gratifying, personally. It's like meeting someone super cool and you get to talking and they never say that one thing that turns you off them, like saying they don't like anything the Beatles ever did and you can tell they're just being contrarian little shits, and you're thinking, If you don't like them fine, but goddamn, at least be able to qualify your opinion, you smirking shitface. You probably have "Ob-La-Di" on your Ipod. Instead, they actually end up saying something mega, like McCartney solo was better than Lennon solo, and you're ready to orally satisfy them on the spot. That's what Kim Gordon's support of the great beagle is like for me.
I have an eagle eye for SY to be sure, but my Snoopvision is far more developed. How could it not be? Snoopy's everywhere. Asian people think he's the peak of American culture, and are they mistaken? I've spotted Snoopy shirts in my travels from NYC streets to London resort sites to DC venues to Los Angeles record stores. There are moments, though, when my ocular super skills reach a "Scoutmaster Paul Lynde" level of creepiness.
Going through my SY clippings this weekend, I came across this, from a Japanese mag, late '90s. Being a bibliophile, I peered at the spines of the many books lining Kim and Thurston's shelves to see what titles I could discern. I spotted Venice West, Kerouac & Friends, What Did I Do?...not a lot clear to even my finely tuned orbs.
But I kept on, and my persistence paid off.
This shot is the best my camera can do at giving you an impression of the long, slim white books that appear first in line on the second shelf. I became convinced that these were part of a set. Not just any set. The Charlie Brown Dictionary set.
I noted that there was: brief writing atop the spine; then much lengthier wording; brief empty space, then more imprints; another set of imprints, with distinct red in the middle; and small print at the very bottom. I searched for my collection of The Charlie Brown Dictionary, and grabbed the "F to H" volume.
Sure enough, damnit! Look at that shot. The spine as I saw in the clipping and have described it here, as well as the color and size, matches perfectly with the books shown on Kim and Thurston's shelves. Result! Beat lit, cult novels, music bios, Peanuts. That shit's a win.
However.
My Peanuts love--and the byproduct known as my Snoopy fascination--beats all. My collection, which is in the inventory process for insurance purposes, is mammoth by any standard. Really, it would be far easier to obsessively hoard SY stuff. I don't care how many side projects the individual members release through sundry "bat labels", there is no way NY's finest fuck with Snoopy in terms of sheer tonnage. Also, Peanuts books taught me how to read. Sonic Youth did not. They did, admittedly, teach me how to rock. (Slaughterhouse, in tandem with Firehouse, taught me how to love.)
Sometimes, these dual fixations clash. Not like the Union vs. the Confederacy; rather like chocolate meeting milk. Youth bassist/guitarist/vocalist Kim Gordon is a longtime fan of Peanuts. Stickers featuring the characters appear on her instruments, she's heard shouting out a fan wearing a Snoopy tee on a bootleg of the band's first show in DC of 2006, and admitted in a questionnaire that I stumbled 'cross in 2002 but can no longer locate on this here Innanet that Snoopy was her fave fictional character (other revelations: favorite color blue, favorite holiday Valentines Day).
It's pretty gratifying, personally. It's like meeting someone super cool and you get to talking and they never say that one thing that turns you off them, like saying they don't like anything the Beatles ever did and you can tell they're just being contrarian little shits, and you're thinking, If you don't like them fine, but goddamn, at least be able to qualify your opinion, you smirking shitface. You probably have "Ob-La-Di" on your Ipod. Instead, they actually end up saying something mega, like McCartney solo was better than Lennon solo, and you're ready to orally satisfy them on the spot. That's what Kim Gordon's support of the great beagle is like for me.
I have an eagle eye for SY to be sure, but my Snoopvision is far more developed. How could it not be? Snoopy's everywhere. Asian people think he's the peak of American culture, and are they mistaken? I've spotted Snoopy shirts in my travels from NYC streets to London resort sites to DC venues to Los Angeles record stores. There are moments, though, when my ocular super skills reach a "Scoutmaster Paul Lynde" level of creepiness.
Going through my SY clippings this weekend, I came across this, from a Japanese mag, late '90s. Being a bibliophile, I peered at the spines of the many books lining Kim and Thurston's shelves to see what titles I could discern. I spotted Venice West, Kerouac & Friends, What Did I Do?...not a lot clear to even my finely tuned orbs.
But I kept on, and my persistence paid off.
This shot is the best my camera can do at giving you an impression of the long, slim white books that appear first in line on the second shelf. I became convinced that these were part of a set. Not just any set. The Charlie Brown Dictionary set.
I noted that there was: brief writing atop the spine; then much lengthier wording; brief empty space, then more imprints; another set of imprints, with distinct red in the middle; and small print at the very bottom. I searched for my collection of The Charlie Brown Dictionary, and grabbed the "F to H" volume.
Sure enough, damnit! Look at that shot. The spine as I saw in the clipping and have described it here, as well as the color and size, matches perfectly with the books shown on Kim and Thurston's shelves. Result! Beat lit, cult novels, music bios, Peanuts. That shit's a win.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Who Dies On Their Own Vomit These Days?
It's been news for a bit now, but I only recently came across the story that Kristen Johnson is set to star in a remake of one of the funniest shows ever to glow forth from a square--Absolutely Fabulous.
I remember in the late '90s when Roseanne was spearheading an American AbFab. It had promise, if only because of the name attached (never doubt the woman who takes a show about a middle-class Midwestern family with two obese parents and three wise-ass kids and makes it a smash). That idea, of course, never came to fruition. A fate that, in a world unmarred by injustice, should also visit Fox's latest attempt to break the NBC stranglehold on actually-amusing sitcoms.
I remember in the late '90s when Roseanne was spearheading an American AbFab. It had promise, if only because of the name attached (never doubt the woman who takes a show about a middle-class Midwestern family with two obese parents and three wise-ass kids and makes it a smash). That idea, of course, never came to fruition. A fate that, in a world unmarred by injustice, should also visit Fox's latest attempt to break the NBC stranglehold on actually-amusing sitcoms.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Newsweek and Sonic Youth--Totally
So a Newsweek reporter's all like, "Y'all, June 9th is to long to wait for the new record, do like a mix or some ish for the people", and they fucking did!
As I told Patrick online: "i heard la la las and whoa whoas".
Patrick calls the opening guitar part "woobley". He may possibly have meant wobbly, but maybe not.
I also get the pleasant vibe that Corso got a better tribute track than Ginsberg. WIN.
As I told Patrick online: "i heard la la las and whoa whoas".
Patrick calls the opening guitar part "woobley". He may possibly have meant wobbly, but maybe not.
I also get the pleasant vibe that Corso got a better tribute track than Ginsberg. WIN.
Monday, March 2, 2009
God's Own People
Michael Steele leads them. And he is a goddamn spineless toss of chud.
WASHINGTON (AP) — Two days after calling Rush Limbaugh a mere "entertainer" with an "incendiary" talk show, Republican National Committee chairman Michael Steele apologized and acknowledged the radio commentator as a "national conservative leader."
Backpedal any harder and you'll raise flame and go back in time, Steele. Limbaugh a "leader"? This is why the GOP is floundering, well, one of the many compelling reasons anyway. You had it right the first time, Steele. But good thing he apologized, lest his colleagues no longer think he be da man.
WASHINGTON (AP) — Two days after calling Rush Limbaugh a mere "entertainer" with an "incendiary" talk show, Republican National Committee chairman Michael Steele apologized and acknowledged the radio commentator as a "national conservative leader."
Backpedal any harder and you'll raise flame and go back in time, Steele. Limbaugh a "leader"? This is why the GOP is floundering, well, one of the many compelling reasons anyway. You had it right the first time, Steele. But good thing he apologized, lest his colleagues no longer think he be da man.
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