Sometimes I think about how all of this stuff we're chasing around, the internet and how to harness it and cultivate it and make it our money-maker, our sugar daddy, is so 1995 it's not even funny. I'm writing papers about how "the playing field is leveled because of the ease and ability of users to create their own individual content, breaking into an array of entertainment as yet unharnessed by any corporation (and possibly could never fully conquered and employed)." But all I can think about is ascii art and MS DOS and "the net" and how I should have a dot com business model or something.
Dude, the next level of storytelling is going to take place like in people's brains or something. I don't know. I can't understand it. I don't really care that much either I guess. I write things. None of this interests me. I think I read too much Seneca.
All I do know is that Ingrid Michaelson is the new Lisa Loeb. And that we may laugh at the dirty, mealy-faced 90's. But soon enough we'll be looking at the 2000's saying, "What the hell was wrong with us?" And also, "Hoverboards rule!"
Monday, September 28, 2009
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Friday, April 17, 2009
My Emotional Response to the Britney Spears/Pussycat Dolls concert I attended: via text
My reactions to the Britney Spears/Pussycat Dolls concert via text:
To Austin: So far we’ve seen a lot of gays and skanks. Excited. We paid 50 bucks for seats that are 10 rows from the very top. Section 130.
To Nate: Holy shit. At Britney Spears concert. Found new form of wolf t shirt. It’s a black shirt. Panther roaring. Incredible.
To Fred: not too bad. Just.. At this concert. Seeing the pussycat dolls with [Natalie].
To Eric: I’ll guarantee there are more queers here than at hurrah [in reference to an archenemy of ours mispronouncing Mirah’s name; saying it was pronounced like Hurrah.]
To Eric: haha. A britney mirah duet. Also. Officially the worst public bathroom experience of my life
To Austin: Natalie is busy taking pictures of people’s crappy tattoos
To Eric: i wish i was at a sisqo concert
To Austin: i wish i was at a sisqo concert
To Fred: Hell yeah! It’s like the boone county fair in here
To Austin: The preconcert music is ‘tell me somethin good. Tell me that you like me’
To Eric: Janice kapp perry is here. She thought it was a jazz game. She wandered on stage. She’s confused
To Natalie: Janice kapp perry is here. She thought it was a jazz game. She wandered on stage. She’s confused
To Eric: Jkp loves the jazz. She stalks karl malone
To Austin: The pussycat dolls just came on stage. Natalie freaked out. started yelling ‘do you think puff is here?! Do you think puff daddy is with them?!’
To Eric: They’re wearing silver sequin hoodies
To Eric: Flamboyant gay Mexican man in front of us. better performer than the dolls
To Mc: Flamboyant gay Mexican man in front of us. better performer than the dolls
To Mc: A crowd member. Going nuts
To Melanie: This pussycat dolls performance is an exercise in stupidity. Their dance moves consist of walking, nodding, and flapping like a chicken.
To Austin: Three straight single dudes sitting in front of us. Sat down with beers. Haven’t moved, clapped, or talked since they sat down. they look confused
To Austin: first audible reaction to the concert from those dudes: the lead singer [of the dolls] asked if anyone had heard their new album and one of the guys loudly farted
To Melanie: really. Pussycat dolls. Worst dancers. Ever.
To Mc: really. Pussycat dolls. Worst dancers. Ever.
To Austin: The intro to her show was perez hilton chewing baby doll heads. And then she shoots him with a crossbow. It goes from there. It’s like i’m watching a live version of pasolini’s 7 days of Sodom.
To Austin: Holy shit. Indescribable. The things I’m seeing.. they can’t be described.
[In response to “Well try anyways!”] To Austin: bollywood. Indians. giant floating parasol. Om shanty shanty.
To Austin: atom ant cover
To Austin: Woops. I mean soft cell. Hahaha
To Austin: holy shit.
To Austin: Holy shit woah. It’s with marilyn manson. now she’s dressed as an angel. Wings. Dangling from chains. I’m serious about that pasolini reference. on the screen above where she’s dancing there are just pictures of clocks and deer heads
To Austin: a salvador dali painting came to life on this stage.
To Austin: Literally the stage caught fire, and the screen was in flames and everything looked like hell.
To Austin: It’s over. I feel like taking a 7 day nap to forget what I just saw.
To Austin: Reflecting back, I’m glad I went. It was enjoyable.
To Mc: It was fun! Natalie is in heaven right now.
To Austin: In the car listening to.. britney spears. Damn it all.
To Austin: So far we’ve seen a lot of gays and skanks. Excited. We paid 50 bucks for seats that are 10 rows from the very top. Section 130.
To Nate: Holy shit. At Britney Spears concert. Found new form of wolf t shirt. It’s a black shirt. Panther roaring. Incredible.
To Fred: not too bad. Just.. At this concert. Seeing the pussycat dolls with [Natalie].
To Eric: I’ll guarantee there are more queers here than at hurrah [in reference to an archenemy of ours mispronouncing Mirah’s name; saying it was pronounced like Hurrah.]
To Eric: haha. A britney mirah duet. Also. Officially the worst public bathroom experience of my life
To Austin: Natalie is busy taking pictures of people’s crappy tattoos
To Eric: i wish i was at a sisqo concert
To Austin: i wish i was at a sisqo concert
To Fred: Hell yeah! It’s like the boone county fair in here
To Austin: The preconcert music is ‘tell me somethin good. Tell me that you like me’
To Eric: Janice kapp perry is here. She thought it was a jazz game. She wandered on stage. She’s confused
To Natalie: Janice kapp perry is here. She thought it was a jazz game. She wandered on stage. She’s confused
To Eric: Jkp loves the jazz. She stalks karl malone
To Austin: The pussycat dolls just came on stage. Natalie freaked out. started yelling ‘do you think puff is here?! Do you think puff daddy is with them?!’
To Eric: They’re wearing silver sequin hoodies
To Eric: Flamboyant gay Mexican man in front of us. better performer than the dolls
To Mc: Flamboyant gay Mexican man in front of us. better performer than the dolls
To Mc: A crowd member. Going nuts
To Melanie: This pussycat dolls performance is an exercise in stupidity. Their dance moves consist of walking, nodding, and flapping like a chicken.
To Austin: Three straight single dudes sitting in front of us. Sat down with beers. Haven’t moved, clapped, or talked since they sat down. they look confused
To Austin: first audible reaction to the concert from those dudes: the lead singer [of the dolls] asked if anyone had heard their new album and one of the guys loudly farted
To Melanie: really. Pussycat dolls. Worst dancers. Ever.
To Mc: really. Pussycat dolls. Worst dancers. Ever.
To Austin: The intro to her show was perez hilton chewing baby doll heads. And then she shoots him with a crossbow. It goes from there. It’s like i’m watching a live version of pasolini’s 7 days of Sodom.
To Austin: Holy shit. Indescribable. The things I’m seeing.. they can’t be described.
[In response to “Well try anyways!”] To Austin: bollywood. Indians. giant floating parasol. Om shanty shanty.
To Austin: atom ant cover
To Austin: Woops. I mean soft cell. Hahaha
To Austin: holy shit.
To Austin: Holy shit woah. It’s with marilyn manson. now she’s dressed as an angel. Wings. Dangling from chains. I’m serious about that pasolini reference. on the screen above where she’s dancing there are just pictures of clocks and deer heads
To Austin: a salvador dali painting came to life on this stage.
To Austin: Literally the stage caught fire, and the screen was in flames and everything looked like hell.
To Austin: It’s over. I feel like taking a 7 day nap to forget what I just saw.
To Austin: Reflecting back, I’m glad I went. It was enjoyable.
To Mc: It was fun! Natalie is in heaven right now.
To Austin: In the car listening to.. britney spears. Damn it all.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
LiFe In UtAh RoCkS?
Life in the 801 (I'm calling it that now):
-Sundance Film Festival. Rock. Definitely worth getting like 3 hours of sleep and driving all over the state to get to. We only saw one celebrity too: the dad from Freaky Friday. My opinion: I shouldn't care at all about celebrities because I can't even recognize them on the street if I do see them. I had hope in my heart to meet Bruce Campbell or Steve Buscemi. I only met stuck up hipsters and rich socialites. Park City is one giant GAP commercial.
-Walking With The Dinosaurs. Awesome. Even better when you buy nosebleeds and sit wherever you want in the high rises.
-Roommate of the month. A delicious idea.
-Art, music, films, books. I'm living the Barnes and Noble's life right now.
All in all, I'm busier than I've been in a long time and life is flitting past like scenery from train window. Even my imagery is rushed. I'm at work learning how to negotiate music rights. This will come in handy one day right?
-Sundance Film Festival. Rock. Definitely worth getting like 3 hours of sleep and driving all over the state to get to. We only saw one celebrity too: the dad from Freaky Friday. My opinion: I shouldn't care at all about celebrities because I can't even recognize them on the street if I do see them. I had hope in my heart to meet Bruce Campbell or Steve Buscemi. I only met stuck up hipsters and rich socialites. Park City is one giant GAP commercial.
-Walking With The Dinosaurs. Awesome. Even better when you buy nosebleeds and sit wherever you want in the high rises.
-Roommate of the month. A delicious idea.
-Art, music, films, books. I'm living the Barnes and Noble's life right now.
All in all, I'm busier than I've been in a long time and life is flitting past like scenery from train window. Even my imagery is rushed. I'm at work learning how to negotiate music rights. This will come in handy one day right?
Friday, January 9, 2009
The new semester
Ok. So here I am in the new semester. I got home to good old Utah. I found natalie in the airport. I didn't let her go. Travelling was kind of a big treat. I flew out of Cincinnati and had a nice lay over in O'Hara. Which I guess is like me saying, "I had a very pleasant root canal." But I did. It's so huge and busy.
I'm back now though. We've had snow storms like crazy here. I love the snow though. I love it when it's coming down thick and awful and dirty like ash all over the roads. Mt. Vesuvius exploding. Pliny the Elder engulfed. My car has been stuck in a few places, but everything is melting off now. For the next few hours at least. All the snow people are melting and falling down. People are skidding over the ice on campus.
My classes are nice. It's a true semester. Kind of a hassle. Kind of exciting. I'm taking a comparitive literature class. I feel like Sylvia Plath. Sick of the head-nodders. Sick of the mundane. The class is super easy. I'm noticing how much people like to add to the simplicity of the class. Just so it sounds more complex and complicated than it is. Hell, you could rewrite the scripts for Little Bill with a scholarly vocabulary and study it as an art. It's an interesting class though I guess. I'll finish it, prove my point, and never major in comparitive lit.
I'm at work now. Always at work. ha. I've got a few Bukowski books to read when I get the time. Some wasabi nuts to eat. Some White Stripes to listen to. All's well that ends well.
I'm back now though. We've had snow storms like crazy here. I love the snow though. I love it when it's coming down thick and awful and dirty like ash all over the roads. Mt. Vesuvius exploding. Pliny the Elder engulfed. My car has been stuck in a few places, but everything is melting off now. For the next few hours at least. All the snow people are melting and falling down. People are skidding over the ice on campus.
My classes are nice. It's a true semester. Kind of a hassle. Kind of exciting. I'm taking a comparitive literature class. I feel like Sylvia Plath. Sick of the head-nodders. Sick of the mundane. The class is super easy. I'm noticing how much people like to add to the simplicity of the class. Just so it sounds more complex and complicated than it is. Hell, you could rewrite the scripts for Little Bill with a scholarly vocabulary and study it as an art. It's an interesting class though I guess. I'll finish it, prove my point, and never major in comparitive lit.
I'm at work now. Always at work. ha. I've got a few Bukowski books to read when I get the time. Some wasabi nuts to eat. Some White Stripes to listen to. All's well that ends well.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Merry Christmas Bank and Loan!
Some things I’m noticing:
- Snow. Snow snow snow. I love snow. It’s ridiculous how much I love it. I mean, I always knew I loved it. But dammit, now I’m starting to appreciate it when it falls. I don’t care if it makes my car hard to see out of and gets my pant legs wet. It makes me happy inside
- Cold weather. I love it. It makes me think of work getting done. Breath puffing out. Red, raw cheeks. Running. People shaking hands vigorously and happily. Happiness. I love this cold weather.
- When I shop for things for my mom now, I shop most selectively for the “ease of use” option. I guess, subconsciously, I realize that technology has far surpassed my poor mother. I should have realized this when she first learned how to use craigslist and sent me every single “Help wanted” ad because she knew how to use the forward option
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I remember how scared I was of this place right after I moved in. I’d park my car at
It’s funny to me how much I felt like an intruder. But now, I finally feel good. I stomp up the steps at two a.m. I yell in at my roommates. I still sleep pretty sporadically, but I sleep in my bed happily. Will all that get reversed? I hope not. Living on your own is hard. I want a kitty.
- I never thought the words
Merry Christmas. Happy Doomtree.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I've got all the answers
Alright, so the whole US is freaking out about the bail outs and the economic crisis and the recession. Well, come on people. The answer has been right in front of us the whole time. People keep asking where we're going to find the money in the government to hand out to all these big companies?
Well I suggest you guys shut your mouths and hand over full responsibility to one man:
Now, of course, the solution is obvious. If anyone can find millions of dollars in the infrastructure of the government, it has to be Matt Lesko. I mean, the guy's whole pitch is that the government is just waiting to throw this money at all of us. Do his question marks and mismatched socks lie? I think not.
I wonder if he'll get jailed for conspiring to take down the government... maybe he's to blame for the exploitation of the house market. Maybe it's all. his. fault.
Well I suggest you guys shut your mouths and hand over full responsibility to one man:
Now, of course, the solution is obvious. If anyone can find millions of dollars in the infrastructure of the government, it has to be Matt Lesko. I mean, the guy's whole pitch is that the government is just waiting to throw this money at all of us. Do his question marks and mismatched socks lie? I think not.
I wonder if he'll get jailed for conspiring to take down the government... maybe he's to blame for the exploitation of the house market. Maybe it's all. his. fault.
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