the (flightless) birds. this triggers a distinct memory of texting someone in beirut about watching hitchcock’s birds in nyc after that person had texted about listening to a costello song i was into & thinking of me. isn’t this networked, intertextual, cross-temporal highbrow/lowbrow meshwork of affectivity wonderful? and like, really really privileged?
cute pic :)
via blackandwtf + happyphototeam
“When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were talking about the book, I asked if he could think of a solution to that problem.
“Which problem?”
“The problem of how relatively insignificant we are.”
He said, “Well, what would happen if a plane dropped you in the middle of the Sahara Desert and you picked up a single grain of sand with tweezers and moved it one millimeter?”
I said, “I’d probable die of dehydration.”
He said, “I just mean right then, when you moved that single grain of sand. What would that mean?”
I said, “I dunno, what?”
He said, “think about it.”
I thought about it. “I guess I would have moved a grain of sand.”
“Which would mean?”
“Which would mean I moved a grain of sand?”
“Which would mean you changed the Sahara.”
“So?”
“So? So the Sahara is a vast desert. And it has existed for million of years. And you changed it!”
“That’s true!” I said, sitting up. “I changed the Sahara!”
“Which means?” he said.
“What? Tell me.”
“Well, I’m not talking about moving that one grain of sand one millimeter.”
“Yeah?”
“If you hadn’t done it, human history would have been one way…”
“Uh-huh?”
“but you did do it, so…?”
I stood on the bed, pointed my fingers at the fake stars, and screamed: “I changed the course of human history!”
“That’s right.”
“I changed the universe!”
“You did.”
“I’m God!”
“You’re an atheist.”
“I don’t exist!” I fell back onto the bed, into his arms, and we cracked up together.” (via loveyourchaos)
A spectacular representation, but close enough to bring back images of a recurring nightmare I used to have. I haven’t had it for a while.
via loveyourchaos + iamthecrime + bodiescombine
Flogging Molly - Black Friday Rule
Frontman Dave King on stage, to mohawked fan in crowd (Birmingham, November 2008): “Did yer Ma make that fer ya?? Aww y’made it yerself didja? Good boooy”
I think punks should learn how to dance.
Fair to Midland - Dance of the Manatee
This album reminds me of the Midlands in more ways than one, and it is dawning on me that I may have misplaced it while moving out of my residence. This saddens me, but I still have its case with me; a shell of beautiful music, an echo chamber of memories always un-lost. ‘Good-enough’ consolation.
“We had ourselves a ball, oh yes we did”
re http://bit.ly/13KycZ Ground Control to Major Tom, as heard on Radio Campus, BDX
based on something posted elsewhere, november 2008.
I’ve had two very nerdcore nites in a row; first Hot Chip, and then the Student Union’s ‘Retro’, so it’s quite appropriate to write about both in one post. Yesterday’s gig was a fantastic spectacle, and the band really outdid themselves translating their sound to the The Venue’s stage. They had all these clever transitions and reworkings and the light show was also really intense and perfect for the mood, so chapeau bas to you guys, you met my expectations and more :)
But. But.
The night was almost ruined for me by the rowdy and inconsiderate crowd that for some strange reason wanted to mosh and shove like we were in some punk or metal circle pit or something. I didn’t see anyone actually dance — which you’d think is sort of the point of the music? Electro-pop, not electro shock….
It really bothered me (think of the tektonikneh freaks in David Guetta @ BIEL, and multiply it by three), and I couldn’t help but voice my annoyance, so to speak: during a slow song (i.e. not even when everyone else was being inconsiderate), some drunk asshole kept spinning his friends around and basically throwing them across our backs, so I waved my hand in his face and yelled “OI! YOU GONNA QUIT IT?!” (when in Rome…), to which he replied “WHA?!” Umm… “QUIT IT!!!”, I repeated, putting my most Ay-rab face on, to which he most impressively replied (while still trying to look well ‘ard), “it wasn’t me it was him” repeatedly.. Which is funny because a similar incident happened during the Halloween party, when some group of (drunk) strangers near us kept grabbing the hats off our heads and after finally snapping at them, yup, a guy said the same thing:
“it wasn’t me, it wasn’t meeee”… (T o T)
Meh.
Anyway.. I rolled my eyes, gave him a real kitch thumbs-up, and tried to get some kind of groove on, but from then on, everytime someone fell on me I elbowed them real hard :P yes i’m a curmudgeon wanna fight about it? lol
Other people near me were even making fun of the singer, yelling his name over and over in a taunting way (“aaaaaaaaaalexiiiiissss”, “aaaaaaaaaleeexxxxx”), which I found so infuriating because any fan of the group that knew even one song would think twice about doing that. With lyrics like “we try so hard, but we don’t belong” from And I was a Boy from School, and all their other songs about inadequacy (“my baby said she wanted some action, I said baby, I’m a simple man. Let’s just sit down”), you really get the impression that the guy probably had similar experiences when he was a kid. And yeah, I know he’s a grown man and probably doesn’t give a hoot, but either way, it’s rude and not what a fan would do. Those guys went so far as to threw a glow bracelet smack-dab in the center of his face while he was singing, and you could tell he was taken aback because he looked at them directly and just kind of stared sadly. Aaahhh maybe I’m being a little too psychoanalytical, but at least one of them got what he deserved. During the break when the band went off (just before coming back out, like in every single concert in history), one of them tried to leap onto the stage and was manhandled by about five security guards. That made me happy (I even yelled “yeahhh kick his ass!!”) lol. Anyway… welcome to england i guess..
Now… RETRO:
This was a much smaller (and obviously, much calmer) event, and was pretty fun too. They played all the cheesy classics like Can’t Touch This, Ice Ice Baby, Take On Me, Wake Me Up (“Before Ya Go-Go!”), etc. and it was interesting to see people get pretty silly to that. Not something I’m used to seeing in Beirut, so was pretty cool. There were four guys in particular who seemed to live for this night. They all looked really really meticulously geeked-out, and they danced around half-awkwardly, half-funkily, in sync and in formation rofl… it was really quite a sight and if it weren’t for privacy issues (i’m so ethical it hurts), I’d have loved to take their picture. Just imagine four guys looking something like Napolean Dynamite mixed with Wayne’s World gettin’ down… Laugh.Out.Loud.
And of course, the 80s-style cocktails were really nice. mmmm Electric Lemonaaade:
So while philosophy is apparently just a bunch of misreadings, here’s a little about a misspelling. Just a quick random-but-associative ‘genealogy’ (of sorts) of a typo that feels right to me:
Everyday = anyway, everlong, nevermind, neverland, everywhere, ubermensch, internet..
There are more things between typos and neologisms, than are dreamt of by your spellchecker.
Now I really must get going.
[Underwear.. hihi]
Hot Chip - Bendable Poseable
Everyday I learn to accommodate new correctives.
“I know, I know, I know, I know…”
Lean on me darling, I won’t break…
“Watch what you say
As time ticks away
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Bend away”
“Lebanon is always on fire, but it never burns?!”
*shared laughter*
“You burned 30 years of my life!”
…
~2 weeks since Lesta. A look back on me & @trixl’s final ritual:
The Penny Pint + The Coinstar Machine = cha-CHING!
=> 1 large D&G Ginger Beer + 1 Rumpler’s Red Sticks + 1 Goodfella’s Pizza
= a good end to a long, tiring day of packing :)
