averyisle

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 06:37:24 GMT

sometimes i forget just how fucking pretty it was there

in another life: i came home, learned their tongue, and returned to live a life of honest labor and peace

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:01:19 GMT

so my computer may again be dead. when i try to power it up, the power light turns on and the processor light turns on and it makes all of the normal start up noises, but then it stops. The processor light stops cold and it appears that my computer is failing the hardware check somewhere very early in the game.

I have this feeling that my hard drive may have kicked the bucket, but the monitor isn't turning on to run any sort of diagnostic. The dell guy is convinced that my problem is with the video card and ergo, the motherboard, but i think that is just a symptom of an underlying condition, but I don't know shit about hardware so who knows.

i'm still under warranty so they're going to send out a technician to rip the beast apart and give me a new video card and motherboard to see if we can't fix it or at least get some more diagnostically relevant info. man, this is not a good time to have the computer go down. at least i only lost one paper...

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 13:45:03 GMT

so this semester is going both well and poorly.

the semester is by far the lightest load i've had since i started at this four year academy, but it is serving only to highlight my inability to deal with stress. Seemingly small assignments bring me to my knees with a tormenting anxiety that makes it hard to even leave my bed. I worry, sweat and fester over an assignment that i'm attempting to smother so hard with a veil of ignorance that i haven't even read what is being asked of me. Very often i sit down at 3am (i stressed myself out of sleeping and then poured my attention into everything but the assignment), finally look at the assignment, and am able to complete it in less than an hour. Every once and awhile though, there is/has been something dreadful enough to warrant this fear. Maybe it happened a long time ago. Maybe i'm not sucking it up hard enough...

its nice being out of my parents house but economics are a growing issue. i'm mowing my parents' lawn for cash which would be enough to suppliment my food expenses, but there may be some issues with some scholarships that i anticipated which could leave me in debt or moving back home. nothing will be confirmed until my bursars office visit today.

the infoshop opens in two weeks and it will be on 6th street (i don't know the exact address). Everyone should come out some time and check out what will be done with the place and little events that will be going on. The Space will be making a grand return in December and i'm looking at two special someones to kick it off right...

all in all i am doing far better than i was last year and i am determined to keep up that trend

oh and i miss you guys. it was good seeing josh the other day, but i need to start seeing the rest of you home bodies too...

disjointed entry [end]

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 03:27:03 GMT

can we all just enjoy the fact that if kurdt cobain were alive today, he'd be 42.

if dylan had died at his age, he would have just put out 'all along the watchtower' and wouldn't have made it to his later excellence of declaring that he, indeed, 'was the sixties'.

i don't know if that makes us old now, but damn

Uhhh they were black and uhhh in a black car...

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:59:23 GMT

"On Campus Assaults UPDATE September 9, 2009

Towson University Police Department 410-704-2133

UPDATED SUSPECT INFORMATION

Additional suspect information has been developed in the September 8th assault at Parking Lot # 12.

3 suspects exited a dark colored 4-door sedan and approached the victim. Suspects # 1 and #2 physically assaulted the victim, while suspect # 3 made threatening gestures.
SUSPECT # 1: Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, short dark hair, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, blue jeans.
SUSPECT # 2: Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, short dark hair, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, blue jeans.
SUSPECT # 3: Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, Shoulder Length Dreadlocks, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, dark jeans and white or light colored sneakers.
VEHICLE DESCRIPTION:
Dark Colored 4-Door Sedan; possibly a Green, Blue or Black Honda or Ford Taurus."

Now try to catch those clearly identifiable individuals.

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:56:56 GMT

Gravity Wave Uploaded by Herbert-Leonard - Videos of the latest science discoveries and tech.

pitchfork's #1 song of the past decade

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:14:47 GMT

1. OutKast
"B.O.B."
[LaFace/Arista; 2000]

So you've spent the past five days clicking through pages of this countdown only to find out that the best single of the 2000s was released just 10 months into the decade. (To the ensuing nine or so years of music: thanks for showing up.) And that it's the very same song that topped Pitchfork's Best Songs of 2000-2004 list from five years ago. Now you know how your parents feel when they tune into a long-weekend classic-rock radio countdown for the inevitable valedictory spin of "Stairway to Heaven".

But really, do we have any other choice? "B.O.B." is not just the song of the decade-- it is the decade. Appropriately, the contemporary hip-hop act most in tune with the Afro-Futurist philosophies of Sun Ra, George Clinton, and Afrika Bambaataa, wound up effectively crafting a fast-forwarded highlight-reel prophecy of what the next 10 years held in store. The title-- aka "Bombs Over Baghdad", a phrase that sounded oddly anachronistic in 2000, sadly ubiquitous two and a half years later-- is only the start of it. In "B.O.B"'s booty-bass blitzkrieg, we hear an obliteration of the boundaries separating hip-hop, metal, and electro, setting the stage for a decade of dance/rock crossovers. We hear a bloodthirsty gospel choir inaugurating a presidential administration of warmongering evangelicals. We hear André 3000 and Big Boi fire off a synapse-bursting stream of ripped-from-the-headlines buzzwords ("Cure for cancer/ Cure for AIDS"), personal anecdotes ("Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo") and product placements ("Yo quiero Taco Bell") that read like the world's first Twitter feed. We hear four minutes of utter fucking chaos yielding to a joyously optimistic denouement (a point reinforced by the Stankonia cover's re-imagination of the American flag, which anticipates a White House set to be painted black).

Of course, there is a downside of being ahead of your time-- upon its release, "B.O.B." didn't even dent the Billboard Hot 100, and merely peaked at No. 69 on the Hip-Hop/R&B Chart. But unlike OutKast's subsequent number one singles ("Ms. Jackson" and "Hey Ya") "B.O.B." is too disorienting and exhausting an experience to ever succumb to over-saturation, and its majesty has never been diminished by ironic cover versions from cred-hungry rock bands. Because even after a decade that's seen the act of copying music become as easy as a mouse-click, and the process of performing simplified for toy video-game guitars, the future-shocked ferocity "B.O.B." is something that just cannot be duplicated. --Stuart Berman

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:11:17 GMT

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:48:52 GMT

so we're finding a way to sneak it by; we're going to try to get the car tomorrow. wish me luck

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:56:06 GMT

I don't think that any of us really know what we want.

Slough
John Betjeman

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:

And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.

But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It's not their fault that they are mad,
They've tasted Hell.

It's not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It's not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead

And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead.

In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.

Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 22:33:03 GMT

who wants to see:

Method Man, Redman and Ghostface Killah

Wednesday, July 29, 2009, 8:00 pm EST at Rams Head Live

Tickets are only $35 (as compared to the $120 tickets to see reunited wu tang) and i think that if you listen to fishscale, supreme clientele, and blackout, you'll know that you want to come too.

i've also developed the anal retention of getting the album art for all of my music

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 18:34:53 GMT

Another one of those artists that recycles a motif, but thanks anyways bike blog.

on that note, i am back on the internet. what have i missed in my year of only having selective custody through my phone? where should i go to not miss more? and don't say gothsinhotweather

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:21:28 GMT

2 couches added to the family
1 couch ceremonially sacrificed

Seeing sonic youth again tonight will be good

Gambril with the puppy today will also be good

Not having a job will kill my bank account but for this very day I will relish in the absence of duty.

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 00:55:37 GMT

i am in cancun mexico. i'll see you guys in a week or so

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 05:33:14 GMT

peace be with you because nature holds the solution to all of your ills

no matter how unnatural their origins

i mean holy shit it's a tickled lori... life is okay. life is better than okay

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 14:04:29 GMT

State farm said no, and I said no to tasting room.

Here's hoping that brewers will take me back or I'm going to be slaughtering my savings daily moreso than I already am. This makes moving out a little scarier, don't let me forget to lock my job down okay?

The shittiest of three options is still an option right? I just have to keep telling myself that I could have no prospects right now.

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:46:39 GMT

I rapidly fluctuate between knowing what I want and need to do but having no spark to break the apathy,,, and having energy and inspiration but feel completely directionless. I feel like this isn't uncommon.

I have also had diarrhia for 8 days and it's making me feel faint, feel exhausted, and get cold sweats. The doctor said: there appears to be something wrong gastrointestinally. Give us some blood and four samples of your poop and we'll get back to you sometime next week.

6 more weeks and the semester is over. 6 more weeks. You can hold out collin.

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 02:07:36 GMT

so i've spent the last two weeks ripping apart, cleaning, and generally exploring my bike because i didn't know what the hell i was doing and it was unridable anyways. I scrubbed it clean and my shit is looking fresh...

new: $100
- pedals + toe clips (soon, chrome)
- brake levers (black, handlebar cork [white])
- brake cables + housing (white)
- shifter cables
- chain
- derailleur (rear, soon)

clean:
- ENTIRE drive train that was caked with the most coagulated black tar i've ever seen (now not black, 6 hours)
- seat w/denatured alcohol to resurface (now white, 1 hour)
- frame (now red, 1.5 hours, you can read the logos now)
- wheels (still dingy, 1.5 hours)

broke:
- rear derailleur

things i took apart that i shouldn't have:
- wheel axle
- friction shifters
- brakes
- rear derailleur

people who give a shit:
- no one
- me

gotta get it ready for the season! who else is riding with me besides pat?

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 13:58:04 GMT

welcome to the new economy

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp

Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's OK, cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything in my momma's name
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:25:41 GMT

This is fantastic.

What the hell is going on?

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 18:28:43 GMT

MUSIC

also wavves...

i've been absent from modern music for too long now. i'm considering giving it a go again as a healthily self-interested distraction

"...a monumental act of artistry and self-indulgence that stands as a sort of inverted monument, like the Phallus of Washington stuffed earthward and fucking itself forever"

...genius.

cokemachineglow is a very healthy balance for pitchfork. wouldn't you say?

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 21:24:38 GMT

i forgot how much i liked this song

...and gypsies

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 17:32:11 GMT

dinosaur jr are playing at the ottobar? i missed the pixies like 4 years ago and i still regret that

05-02 Baltimore, MD - Ottobar

i don't know if this excites anyone else but hell yeah

you don't have to comment, just let me do this to distract myself for a little while

Tue, 24 Feb 2009 00:24:23 GMT

New Music: MF Doom: "That's That"

"That's That" is basically exactly what you expect from an MF Doom song: Two minutes of frantic free-association over a chopped-up elevator-music loop, with no chorus and a quick burst of unbelievably hoarse Biz Markie-esque soul-singing at the end. But given that Doom, who just changed his name to (seriously) DOOM, hasn't released an album in about three years, it's no longer possible to take for granted this sort of blasé lunacy. DOOM's voice is a little more ragged than I remember, but otherwise his totally singular style remains absolutely unchanged. The beat is the sort of distracted violins-and-organs stutter he's been slapping together since Operation: Doomsday, and the lyrics are so utterly random that it'll take multiple listens just to get some handle on what the hell he's saying.

If this one's any indication, DOOM has progressed beyond even talking about how dope he is, rarely even bothering to make sense: "Cornish hens switching positions, auditioning morticians," "Found him, drowned in cow's dung, crowns flung." Still, if you listen close, "That's That" has a few wicked punchlines: "Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy/ Lecture on removal of the bowel, foul technically." Yup, this guy is still weird.

PITCHFORK

Life's a crazy thing sometimes. Funny how it's happening to us all at once.

Joy Division | New Dawn Fades

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:23:21 GMT

My brain hurts. Does anyone else's brain hurt?