“All records in the Top 10 (especially those that get to #1) have far more in common with each other than with whatever genre they have developed from or sprung out of.”—The KLF, The Manual: How to Have a Number One the Easy Way (via Pitchfork’s review of Air France’s No Way Down) (via tristanjay7)
I would be the most awesome date right now. I have two tickets to The Wackness, which is still screening at Cinema Nova, and the house to myself for the next week; a house that is now equipped with a trampoline and mounds of food, post-Christmas. If you catch my entirely subtle drift.
… isn’t Zimbabwe the quintessential humanitarian project? It has it all: mass starvation, mass poverty, mass unemployment, hyperinflation, AIDS, cholera — and all perpetuated by a brutal regime indifferent to the plight of its people. If ever “humanitarian intervention” could be justified, it would be here. There’s even a ready-made government waiting in the wings that has won popular elections, which is more than could be said for Iraq…
Zimbabwe threatens to reveal our true colours. Unlike Iraq, Zimbabwe is of little strategic importance. Unlike Iraq, it has no resources of urgent interest. And unlike Iraq, the champions of war in this case seem to be people with impeccable humanitarian credentials, like Archbishop Desmond Tutu.
“I’ve said it before, but most people don’t want to broadcast to the world and be the most popular, nor do they want more content from people they don’t know—they want relevance, and a sense of authentic community, which tends to be smaller. That’s also why Tumblr is taking off. If you think it’s just another blogging tool, you’re not seeing the people connections in between.”—
This is a good quote. I realized the other day that I use Tumblr in part as a “fun” RSS reader to aggregate content from friends, and part as a blog to post my own content. Tumblr has struck a nice balance between making it easy to create content, and easy to aggregate it meaningfully.
Research by Henry Ford Hospital Sleep Disorders Center found that people who slept eight hours and then claimed they were “well rested” actually performed better and were more alert if they slept another two hours. That figures. Until the invention of the lightbulb (damn you, Edison!), the average person slumbered 10 hours a night.
2. Night owls are more creative.
Artists, writers, and coders typically fire on all cylinders by crashing near dawn and awakening at the crack of noon. In one study, “evening people” almost universally slam-dunked a standardized creativity test. Their early-bird brethren struggled for passing scores.
3. Rising early is stressful.
The stress hormone cortisol peaks in your blood around 7 am. So if you get up then, you may experience tension. Grab some extra Zs! You’ll wake up feeling less like Bert, more like Ernie.
Well, this isn’t good. My beloved cotton pajama pants that have been with me since 2001 have finally ripped. Like, sure, they’ve had a large split in them since the start of this year, but the tear has finally made its way from the crotch to below the knee.
I have now torn them up and made them into dusting rags. Now it’s back to you, ugly flannelette pajama pants with pink beagles napping on clouds printed on them.
Holy shit man, Honus Honus. I have a crush on his moustache. I choose options 2 through to 4.
2)I work behind customs (“airside”) at Sydney International, in a shop called discover. We sell tax-free Australian crap.
4) I forgot it was Honus until he gave me his AIM/personal email. Just guess what ridiculous name I was calling him till then.
2) I’ve always wanted to work at the airport. The commute to Tullumarine just isn’t worth it though. Oh, is discover the store that has desert sand and wheat in the windows with the Devil’s typeface, Papyrus plastered everywhere?
4) He gave you his AIM though! You can’t have been all that foolish. AIM AND EMAIL! I would still like to know the no-doubt amusing name you were calling him, though.
It’s a topic that many people experience but few songs reference: simultaneously having a partner and a crush on someone else. The nervous energy in “Heart Throb” releases itself in an appropriately inarticulate “Whoo!” This song earns the title of the record’s most danceable, and I highly suggest that listeners dance to it—it’s mega fun.
As a whole, Get Awkward showed the band’s songwriting style maturing. The album got lower ratings from the press than their debut, probably because their sound was no longer a pleasant surprise to writers accustomed to hearing Sum 41-style punk and Jay Reatard-style garage. But in my opinion, Get Awkward was a better record than the self-titled. More of the songs had distinct verses and choruses rather than just being one hook repeated throughout—which is not to say that every song had a predictable verse-chorus-verse song structure. From the very beginning, I thought that Get Awkward had the potential to be Be Your Own Pet’s Nevermind — the album that launched them out of the indie scene and onto the wall-posters in teenage bedrooms.
I actually think that record label fuckery broke up Be Your Own Pet. Once they got upstreamed to Universal, the most famous case of fuckery came when the label cut 4 songs from the album. But in this early interview, Thurston Moore praises Be Your Own Pet for having the integrity to refuse touring with Warped Tour because they didn’t respect it, though the tour would’ve granted them exposure. Once I heard that to promote Get Awkward, Be Your Own Pet would be playing the Warped Tour, I knew something was up. I have to wonder how much of the NYLON magazine tour was their idea, and the extent to which the record label’s conniving affected their mood onstage.
Either way, I miss them. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a Jemina Pearl solo career.
My review of Get Awkward in Venus Zine Because of Universal’s copyright protection policies, I couldn’t listen to this album on any computer and I heard it 1.5 times through on a regular CD player before writing the review. I stand by everything that I said except when I mentioned AC/DC — maybe the sound was distorted through the library headphones or something — but whatever.