Friday, August 29, 2008

My arithmetic skills suffered at 13

If a picture paints a thousand words, does a picture of a picture paint 2000 words, and a picture of 3 pictures make 4000? Or is there some algebra involved to make it more? Is it squared to make it a million and a quadrillion words, respectively? Or does composition play into the equation? In which case it would be like 1500 and 423,676 words. Can a photorapher determine how many words his pictures paint? Maybe I should start shooting pictures and charge by the word.

Plus, if you did a web search of the first two sentences of this post in their entirety, how many hits would there be? How many people in the history of life (well, at least since pictures have existed, and the cliche about them being 1000 words) have asked the exact same question which I just posed? I bet at least 6 or 7.

Update: 92 hits, and I'm still not sure how many have asked the same thing yet.

Help me out, guys. It's Friday.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Is it bad if I still have 'Rehab' stuck in my head?

A sham, a mockery of what music is supposed to do - urge and inspire.

And I love it.

I'll say it's the horns that hook me, but that's only part of it.

here it is

'embedding disabled by request'

probably for the best.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Oh, what a tangled web...

After watching the 'Fire truck' video Dainon posted earlier, I stumbled upon this. It takes some time to build up, but I just loved seeing this kids resolve and determination to see his situation through. My favorite part is when mama tells older brother to tell little bro. he loves him. Sibling Rivalry/Revelry at it's best.

Wiki Quote:

there is an Arabic saying: "I against my brother; my brother and I against my cousin; I, my brother, and my cousin against the stranger".

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

A strange fascination/A bait and switch

I recently got my hands on 'Tell Me Do You Miss Me", that documentary on Luna. It's been great going back to their music, that melodic guitar pop that seems to capture and repaint all those themes that a soundtrack to one's life should. The documentary has been critically praised, much like their music was, (take that for what it is) It's seemingly flown under the radar (or maybe I've just been out of the loop).

I was fortunate enough to be at one of the performances on the DVD - in Boulder, CO. I won't hesitate to say it was an amazing show, one I made sure to write in my little journal about. There was smoke in the air, and maybe a little magic as well. I always felt their music had a watery, smooth and shadowy quality. Here's the song that the DVD title is based on, '23 minutes in Brussels" - (don't worry, it's only a 5 or 6 minute song, I think) Happy Wednesday.

a few more if you're so inclined:

4000 Days - an appearance on the late show w/ Craig Kilborn.


Weird & Woozy - from the Kilborn show again.

E-coustic version: Beggars Bliss
(Pay no attention to the terribly synced audio. - that's a youtube effect)

Sunday, August 10, 2008

O Bleeding drops of red....

Heard during the Minnesota State Fair broadcast on NPR: "I think ketchup brings out our animal instinct. Because it's red, like blood."

Also: " You can't eat foods that you eat with your hands in the winter and fall - only summer food, for summer is when food is plentiful. In the winter months, when food is scarce, you need to eat it with a fork and knife to protect it from other animals."

I think with all these NBA players leaving to Europe to get big money, maybe Kobe bryant would consider going to Japan for his next big contract. It could totally work. He gets a clean slate, as far as public image is concerned. Also, his name is Kobe for crying out loud, it just seems right for some reason. And if he brings Philip with him as coach, he'd already have a Zen master their to help him get acclimated, although I have a hunch the Kobester would fit right in.

Are there even any Japanese basketball leagues?

gem of wisdom from la churcha today: "never trust anyone who ovulates"

A friend's blog showed just how and why it's so true with this post just a few days later.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

I'm seeing double -

four Watson twins! This has been on repeat AND shuffle for a bit now. Enjoy.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008


I picked this book up Saturday and have both laughed and been a little embarrassed by how much I fit the profile presented in this book. Not that there's anything wrong with being white - or more specifically the brand of white person portrayed and profiled in this book. Mainly, I'm just mad because I KNEW ALL THIS STUFF A LONG TIME AGO, AND THIS SUCKER IS THE ONE GETTING RICH OFF OF IT! sheesh

about this book
They love nothing better than sipping free-trade gourmet coffee, leafing through the Sunday New York Times, and listening to David Sedaris on NPR (ideally all at the same time). Apple products, indie music, food co-ops, and vintage T-shirts make them weak in the knees. They believe they’re unique, yet somehow they’re all exactly the same, talking about how they “get” Sarah Silverman’s “subversive” comedy and Wes Anderson’s “droll” films. They’re also down with diversity and up on all the best microbrews, breakfast spots, foreign cinema, and authentic sushi. They’re organic, ironic, and do not own TVs. You know who they are: They’re white people. And they’re here, and you’re gonna have to deal. Fortunately, here’s a book that investigates, explains, and offers advice for finding social success with the Caucasian persuasion. So kick back on your IKEA couch and lose yourself in the ultimate guide to the unbearable whiteness of being.

about the author
Christian Lander is the creator of the website Stuff White People Like. He is a Ph.D. dropout who was the 2006 public speaking instructor of the year at Indiana University. He has lived in Toronto, Montreal, Copenhagen, Tucson, Indiana, and now Los Angeles, where he lives with his wife, Jess, a photographer who contributed many of the photos in the book.

More proof of my own whiteness directly below. (as if having a blog isn't proof enough in and of itself)