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David Caradine Has a TaiChi VHS

Harold Bumpus

What You Like, You'll Find Again

I LOVE AU REVOIR SIMONE. They haven't put anything new out in a year or so, but I still love all their songs times a million and have recently re-discovered them. There's something so summery and magical about their music. Unfortunately, there is something very East Coast summer specific about their music too, and it kind of makes me homesick. But I still love it! Here! You love it too!








this is the song that plays when Hattie calls me!





I want to be their roadie on their summer Europe tour. I WANT TO!

Look What Ron Did

I just don't even know how I could like him more.

My New Favorite

things I like now

the way Snagglepuss talks



this song


Judge Judy


more of this stuff



Dr. Steve Brule

Things I Like That Are Bad For Me But I'm Enjoying Anyways

Too bad I don't get to smoke out of a prize like that one.


Mussels and frites! Jason made the frites, my pop made the mussels, and the women folk sat around the table drinking beers and heckling. It was excellent.


I got my mom to buy this for me, and she bitched about it until I made her try some, and now she bought her own. Pahaha my mom likes bwine.


I went to get dim sum with my father this morning at Thai Cuisine, and it was delicious, but it was definitely not good for me.


My mother took me straight to A&W after fetching me from the airport. Hell yes.


I have never eaten these, but I think I might give them to Hattie for next valentines day. Or, you know, as a housewarming gift or something.

Speaking of Hattie, I hope Nationals went well! I wish you were home with me, because it would be so much better. You too, K.Dub.

This is definitely no good for me, but I LOVE IT anyways.

Good Morning!

http://www.wtfjapanseriously.com/

I Wanna Know What I Know I Got a Right to Know

Some things I've been listening to lately:


Pressure by some Danish band called Quadron.



I'm Just a Prisoner (Of Your Good Lovin) by Candi Staton. She's a super excellent sassy black lady from Alabama and on Tuesday Kelly, Nicole and I made Korean food and drank homemade wine and blasted her best of and smoked inside and it was terrific.



Go Do by Jónsi, who is the lead singer of Sigur Ros. It is good for morning bike rides to school in the sun.


The Opposite of Adults by Chiddy Bang. I know its not new anymore or whatever, but I've only just found out about it and I'm kind of hoping that by the end of the week I'll be sick of it already. I like the name of that one guy though. Xaphoon. foooooooon.


Never Follow Suit by The Radio Dept. They're from Sweden, so of course I like them. I'm actually kind of obsessed with this song, as well as two others, This Time Around and David. Here:




This one is like if Freestyle and Jens Lekman and the Jesus and Mary Chain all somehow had a baby together. I like it.


p.s. I already have a tan!

even T-Pain feels sad sometimes

I'm glad someone finally wrote a song about this

hail satan

this is kind of sweet, no?

steve reich

cheese I feel like I always meant to talk to you about this but never did, feel the vibrations of the sweet musics!

Somebody Had His Hand in the Pie!

I like him

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A MINUTE, PLEASE

Lance Bass! Woah!

yarn bombing!

The Difference Between Criminals and Outlaws

Ha ha.
That's how Bernard's infamous response began.
"Ha ha.
"Victim? The difference between a criminal and an outlaw is that while criminals frequently are victims, outlaws never are. Indeed, the first step toward becoming a true outlaw is the refusal to be victimized.
"All people who live subject to other people's laws are victims. People who break laws out of greed, frustration, or vengeance are victims. People who overturn laws in order to replace them with their own laws are victims. (I am speaking here of revolutionaries.) We outlaws, however, live beyond the law. We don't merely live beyond the letter of the law - many businessmen, most politicians, and all cops do that - we live beyond the spirit of the law. In a sense, then, we live beyond society. Have we a common goal, that goal is to turn the tables on the nature of society. When we succeed, we raise the exhilaration content of the universe. We even raise it a little bit when we fail.
"Victim? I deplored the ugliness of the Vietnam War. But what I deplored, others have deplored before me. When war turns whole populations into sleepwalkers, outlaws don't join forces with alarm clocks. Outlaws, like poets, rearrange the nightmare. It is elating work. The years of the war were the most glorious of my life. I wasn't risking my skin to protest a war. I risked my skin for fun. For beauty!
"I love the magic of TNT. How eloquently it speaks! Its resounding rumble, its clap, its quack is scarcely less deep than the passionate moan of the Earth herself. A well-timed series of detonations is like a choir of quakes. For all of its fluent resonance, a bomb says only one word - 'Surprise!' - and then applauds itself. I love a breeze perfumed with the devil smell of powder (so close in its effect to the angel smell of sex). I love the way that architecture, under the impetus of dynamite, dissolves almost in slow motion, crumbling delicately, shedding bricks like feathers, corners melting, grim facades breaking into grins, supports shrugging and calling it a day, tons of totalitarian dreck washing away in the wake of a circular tsunami of air. I love that precious portion of a second when window glass becomes elastic and bulges out like bubblegum before popping. I love public buildings made public at last, doors flung open to the citizens, to the creatures, to the universe. Baby, come on in! And I love the final snuff of smoke.
"Yes, and I love the trite mythos of the outlaw. I love the self-conscious romanticism of the outlaw. I love the black wardrobe of the outlaw. I love the fey smile of the outlaw. I love the tequila of the outlaw and the beans of the outlaw. I love the way respectable men sneer and say 'outlaw'. I love the way young women palpitate and say 'outlaw'. The outlaw boat sails against the flow, and I love it. Outlaws toilet where badgers toilet, and I love it. All outlaws are photogenic, and I love that. 'When freedom is outlaws, only outlaws will be free': that's a graffito seen in Anacortes, and I love that. There are outlaw maps that lead to outlaw treasures, and I love those maps especially. Unwilling to wait for mankind to improve, the outlaw lives as if that day were here, and I love that most of all.
"Victim? Your letter reminded the Woodpecker that he is a Woodpecker blessed. Your sympathies for my loneliness, tension, and disturbing identity have some basis in fact and are humbly appreciated. But do not be misled. I am the happiest man in America. In my bartender's pockets I still carry, out of habit, wooden matches. As long as there are matches, there will be fuses. As long as there are fuses, no walls are safe. As long as every wall is threatened, the world can happen. Outlaws are can openers in the supermarket of life."

!!!

AAAAHAHAHA! GOTCHA!

The HBIC

As we all know, I had a little bit of an obsession with Rihanna's Rated R over Christmas break. I guess in my post-Mardi Gras stupor, I've rekindled that obsession a smidge since that album is all I've played today.




Mardi Gras, in general, was wildly successful this year. I'm sick (again) but all the festivities are over, so it's ok. I have some blank spots in my memory and only $15 to buy food for the rest of the month. But I had a kick ass time so it was all worth it. Due to the tragic demise of Tor Coolguy, my beloved digital camera, I have no pictures of anything. I am super excited for next year when Hattie lives here and we can have Mardi Gras together!

I am also excited for the next time Nick and Schuylar are in town and I get to see Nick's miffle, the definitely hot, almost certainly into me, MPO Dan.

Now I will eat some noodles, drink some tea, and crawl into my cave with a downloaded copy of the Princess and the Frog and try not to hack my lungs out.

guess what?

danielle is drunk and caleb is a skunk!
danielle is pale and caleb is a whale!
danielle eats yogurt caleb lives in steve's yurt!

smallbutt

some haikus about this picture



hahahahaha
look at his dumb coat
this show is a fart

Is the blonde girl mad?
that she stayed while others left?
maybe she loves that guy

so like tom welling
does cheaper by the dozen
and then nothing else?

remember that bald guy?
he was mad at superman
inside a crystal

people in the party hot! hot! hot!

then


nowish (not really) but later

Dinosaur Meat

February

I love this cover a lot. Don't bother watching the video, its crap, just play it and imagine you're someplace beautiful. Chase those winter blues away!



I want to dress like this all the time:



But of course I can't, because I haven't got any green tights or good shorts and also it's very cold this week. Ugh.

But Mardi Gras season has finally arrived! I am exceedingly excited (maybe too much?) for the week between the Superbowl and Mardi Gras because it means that my exams/responsibilities are over and I can just get DRUNK all the time! Yesterday, a great thing happened when I went to the bank to deposit some money into my overdrawn account: I signed a paper that makes it impossible to overdraw, and the guy gave me a refund on my overdraft! Including the fee! That means that the giant bottles of Sky Vodka and Amaretto that I bought with money I didn't have were FREE. Yessssss!

I think I might be a little too cheery for so early in the morning. Coffee.

Here's the original, just for good measure:

Balmy Weather and Beef Patties

I am so done with cold. This is why:

Advantages of cold: winter weather is beautiful, snow angels, no mosquitoes, no rain, no profuse sweating, snowboarding (although the cost of snowboarding is arguably not even worth the enjoyment that I get out of it).
Disadvantages of cold: Having to wear preposterous amounts of clothing, it makes my skin dry, diseases run rampant in cold weather, traveling anywhere becomes an arduous and unpleasant task (esp. considering that I can't ride my bike during the winter and i have no car), insufficient D vitamins (because of the short days, and my unwillingness to go outside in the cold... my essentially nocturnal sleeping schedule doesn't help), no golden tan, lack of greenery, no outdoor swimming, no grass frolicking, no fresh fruits and veggies, no summer jams, massive heating bills, ugg boots, runny noses, all the ladies are too covered up for me to appreciate their nice figures!

As you can see, warm weather clearly wins.

What makes me think of all this stuff is that one, I keep thinking about Danielle and how she's in her warm paradise wonderland; and two, we had the biggest weather cock-tease ever in Burlington the other day. It was 50 degrees the entire day. Of course after two days the temperature went right back to 15 degrees. But that one 50 degree day, rainy as it was, made me jones for warm whether like nobody's business. This is why recently I have incessantly been daydreaming about summer. I'm even making plans for what I will do during the summer. My plans so far include going back to work painting for PPM, actually following through on the plan to visit Longwood Gardens with a fat sack of grass and my best friends, taking a road-trip to Canada, and making and devouring at least half of the burgers on this list:

http://www.cheeseandburger.com/

To do the whole list just seems a like a little too much of a task. I was thinking a weekly burger-making-day thing?

This is the first one I want to try:


It's called the lumberjack. I am terrified of how huge this burger is but want so badly to tackle it.

Not only does this website have the worlds most mouth watering collection of delicious cheeseburger recipes ever, but it also features the voice of Patrick Warburton. This guy:


Between his burger announcer role on this website, his role as Brock Sampson in the Venture Bros., and his role as Kronk in the Emperor's New Groove, he is most definitely my favorite voice in the world, just beating out Morgan Freeman and Bernie Mac. I don't know what it is about his voice, but it makes me laugh like I used to when my brother sat on my legs and tickled my feet.

For good measure, here's another little sketch I did the other day:

I Call You Sugar; You're My Candy

Also I've been systematically developing all the film in my freezer. At first when I saw that these were from a holga, I thought they had to be Nicole's. But then after I developed more rolls, I saw that some of this shit is from the drive from New Orleans to New York and then Ithaca, too. Nicole's never been to Ithaca. I vaguely remember my brother sending some cameras down with my dad, and I guess one of them must have been a super sampler. Highlights: