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Wednesday, May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 03:13PM
I think tomorrow I'm going to find a field and bury a hoagie roll and do a live video of said event via Livesthetic. Gob bless.
It's weird
At this point, it looks like Arcade Fire's new album is gonna be called Infinite Content, and this is a completely unoriginal theme. If this is indeed the name and/or motif for their record, they are touching on this topic at the very apex of its tipping point (if not somewhere on the violent and very swift decline that is the other side). In this the Age of Covfefe, things travel fast: all things. They are accelerated by memes and social media, and are rendered meaningless sometimes within hours of their inception. It's weird to say, but we are truly in a post-everything world. Nothing matters. A very talented indie rock band could/would do better by just hitting "random article" on Wikipedia to come up with a subject for their concept record. This is not at all a comment on the potential for this album, or even how I personally will digest it. I'm simply stating the facts as they are. When it comes to content consumption on a personal level, I'm strictly on an Aerosmith "Just Push Play" diet. B U T ,, My hot take on the current and––again––nearly kaput argument that "infinite content" and "streaming" and "binge watching" and [insert other thing(s) like that] are somehow damaging society directly, if not stagnating culture into a state of societal ruin, is this: That don't matter neither. We've always been in search of the pure, endless entertainment. One might even say that said search is the greatest (read: largest) and certainly most peaceful religion on planet earth. Sure, I want to be Pope of this Church, and live in a colossal mansion with a screen that's three-stories high, but I'm just like everybody else: Check out my latest podcast where I review Season 1 of Netflix's Bloodline here.
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Friday, May 26, 2017
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
adding to my expereince last night watching the TWIN PEAKS RETURN PARTS 1&2: • my dad was sleeping sitting straight up on the couch in the adjacent room (could hear his breathing throughout) • my parents dog who is old and has these weird open sores was sleeping near me and the stink her sores emit is truly something
I am the boy without subplot, moving through this world of sludge a vessel better suited for carrying pet birds to and from the pet bird morgue to I.D. their dead pet bird counterparts. The horrific accidents they endure are not so different than our every moment. I am a parrot and I was never the boy.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Friday, May 19, 2017
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
A 🍕 FOR DOGS?
Sure thing, howza'bout uno large "" P u p p e r o n i "" pizza pie coming up, lol. Just a gag-post, folks. The actual good content is coming soon I promise.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Folks, I am a "hip" guy who is generally very OK, if not "supremely hip" to the hippy mentality/lifestyle. I AM NOT HERE TO JUDGE. I also have very neutral feelings on panhandlers/bums. Life is shit, and sometimes it defeats you 77-0. I get it. Do what needs to be done. I'm just another bit of flesh covered in slightly cleaner clothes. But lord almighty I am not OK with the scene represented in the photograph above, which I took at 4:27 PM yesterday on the corner of York & Aramingo in Philadelphia. This is a super busy intersection, and this… this poor dog. It made me so depressed. Yes, he kinda looks cozy in this photograph, but trust me: cars were constantly buzzing by within feet of his/her head as 'the owner' held out the hat for cars stopped at the left-turn red. This wasn't safe. Please, hippies and bums (god love ya): STOP IT WITH THE PETS. Panhandle all the livelong day––whether by total freedom of choice, or otherwise––but leave the pups at Mom's. Thank you. /PSA
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
there is a wifi network near me named "Laura Palmer" which is the name of a very important character from the TV show Twin Peaks, which I have just gotten back into heavily in anticipation of the forthcoming reboot; I noticed this wifi network right around the same time, but you see this is probably just a coincidence because the name of the street I live on is "Palmer" and maybe this wifi network belongs to someone named "Laura [whatever her last name is]" and she also lives on this street "Palmer" and we are neighbors. who knows, though... we're all just spinning on this crazy rock called earth; it probably don't matter fam
Monday, May 1, 2017
It's true, my daughter hath declared . . .
The "Go!" Embargo is over
My daughter is two and she loves Paw Patrol. My wife and I love it too. There's just something about it. IDK that's not what this post is about sorry*.
But every episode when the pups transition from dogs into dogs who do crime-fighting with cool outfits on, they play a song with a repetitive "Go!" chant. My wife and I like to chant along and also say "Go!" during this song. My daughter, until yesterday, did not allow this.
"Don't say 'go'," my daughter would, without fail, declare. We had to respect her wishes.
Then, after much pleading and, frankly, stern inquisition over why it was exactly she did not want her parents to sing along with the repetitive cartoon song, she said, "You can say 'go'." We tested her, saying "Go!" over and over the next time the song played. As if by reflex, she yet again declared, "Don't say 'go'." But then I said, "you just said we could say 'go'?" And she said, "Oh yeah, you can say 'go'." Hell yeah we can.
And so that's that. The "Go!" Embargo is over.
*my favorite character is Zuma, though, in case you were wondering, because he calls everybody "dude."
My daughter is two and she loves Paw Patrol. My wife and I love it too. There's just something about it. IDK that's not what this post is about sorry*.
But every episode when the pups transition from dogs into dogs who do crime-fighting with cool outfits on, they play a song with a repetitive "Go!" chant. My wife and I like to chant along and also say "Go!" during this song. My daughter, until yesterday, did not allow this.
"Don't say 'go'," my daughter would, without fail, declare. We had to respect her wishes.
Then, after much pleading and, frankly, stern inquisition over why it was exactly she did not want her parents to sing along with the repetitive cartoon song, she said, "You can say 'go'." We tested her, saying "Go!" over and over the next time the song played. As if by reflex, she yet again declared, "Don't say 'go'." But then I said, "you just said we could say 'go'?" And she said, "Oh yeah, you can say 'go'." Hell yeah we can.
And so that's that. The "Go!" Embargo is over.
*my favorite character is Zuma, though, in case you were wondering, because he calls everybody "dude."