Sunday, February 19, 2006
after habana village with the girls, several observations:
1) several salsa moves - namely, the waterfall - that were excruciatingly ackward when attempted with a 6'7" math grad student at salsa class in the adams d-hall were not much better in the company of random 30-something dudes, gentlemanly and good leaders though they were.
2) a week of carter/reagan- era "30 years in 30 days" on WARW and I really just wanted to rock out to the ramones, leverett house style.
3) tequila sunrise, a malibu sunshine it ain't
4) tequila sunrise + hothouse jungle heat + music = a rekindling of the dream that sustained me through so many LAS lectures: the scene in y tu mama tambien with a jukebox and an open air restaurant, dancing (near a beach?). without the terminal cancer and angsty class conscious homoeroticism, preferably.
5) despite (because of) an increasing obsession with gawker. com and assorted other snarky locales in the blogosphere / because of the fact it is now called the blogosphere and this predates that by months if not years/ because of the fact I'm not going anywhere passport worthy for awhile anyway : this has become a rather absurd and self conscious exercise on the whole, without being committed enough to standards of poseur hipsterism (the american flaneur ,park slope style?/ globetrotting idealism / a celebration of the quotidian to, as one could imagine, shoot the man dead on a sunny algerian beach, or harbour illusions of turning it all into a book deal.
(in other words, I couldn't imagine anyone taking the previous sentence seriously, but its the sort of hogwash I feel compelled to write)
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1) several salsa moves - namely, the waterfall - that were excruciatingly ackward when attempted with a 6'7" math grad student at salsa class in the adams d-hall were not much better in the company of random 30-something dudes, gentlemanly and good leaders though they were.
2) a week of carter/reagan- era "30 years in 30 days" on WARW and I really just wanted to rock out to the ramones, leverett house style.
3) tequila sunrise, a malibu sunshine it ain't
4) tequila sunrise + hothouse jungle heat + music = a rekindling of the dream that sustained me through so many LAS lectures: the scene in y tu mama tambien with a jukebox and an open air restaurant, dancing (near a beach?). without the terminal cancer and angsty class conscious homoeroticism, preferably.
5) despite (because of) an increasing obsession with gawker. com and assorted other snarky locales in the blogosphere / because of the fact it is now called the blogosphere and this predates that by months if not years/ because of the fact I'm not going anywhere passport worthy for awhile anyway : this has become a rather absurd and self conscious exercise on the whole, without being committed enough to standards of poseur hipsterism (the american flaneur ,park slope style?/ globetrotting idealism / a celebration of the quotidian to, as one could imagine, shoot the man dead on a sunny algerian beach, or harbour illusions of turning it all into a book deal.
(in other words, I couldn't imagine anyone taking the previous sentence seriously, but its the sort of hogwash I feel compelled to write)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
"As a very old reader of {mag title} as well as life itself, it pains me to characterize "{issue title}" as erroneous, technically, historically, factually and philosophical."
And it pains me to tell YOU, my not-so-dear- reader, that you are in error grammatically, if in no other way. Unless you are indeed the entirety of life incarnate.
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And it pains me to tell YOU, my not-so-dear- reader, that you are in error grammatically, if in no other way. Unless you are indeed the entirety of life incarnate.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
in homage to trifon zarezan/st. val's day...and how great the new cat power album is. and the polish countryside.
