Been busy (new job starting next week!), but with life calming down a bit, I’ll be back to blogging, or at least writing bits about my stupid life and the things I think about, which may or may not be of interest to you, depending on whether you like movies, social media and manga (yes). But this image perfectly encapsulates the hypocrisy of the GOP, and I just had to share.
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every (major) character on Wes Anderson movies :)
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Look What The Dog Dragged In
It’s funny, the way our personalized digital media so often begins to resemble how we act, and interact, in real life. Developers and strategists delight — that’s their goal: to create an open, widespread platform to bring people together in a massive, human-like community.
Still, it has its downsides, such as feeling socially awkward on your own blog, and uncomfortably writing an “I’m back” piece; especially when, in the end, the readership is so limited. If a mea culpa falls in the woods, and no one is there to read it, is it really blogged? Or something like that.
In any case, it’s been an eventful few months, to say the least, and so my absence from this space was not so much brought on by boredom with this spot of the internet as it was my presence in so many others (oh, and *real* life stuff, too).
To start, I moved out of Brooklyn, crashed for a few months in Jersey, and then, this past weekend, moved to Manhattan. The short sentence belies the chain of event’s complexity, both socially and logistically. Turmoil, evaluation of true friendship, real estate hunt and, finally, a lengthy wait for internet installation kept me from the self-indulgence of blogging.
Of course, my activity elsewhere on the web continued, unabated by the upsurge in events. I continue to write, edit, run social media and manage the community at 4TNZ/Bauer — we’ve established a vibrant, loyal community of diehards that act as brand ambassadors and keep bringing in users, which is our most prevalent goal.
That’s been a trip — the teens are this self-propelled community that has really bonded, a kind of best case scenario for marketers that want to build loyalty (and a whole lot of return users and time on site). Moderating and engaging them has been hilarious, and not only because I don’t exactly personally fit into their niche.
I’ve also been freelance writing, for projects personal and professional. A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog post for a computer programmer that was leaving his job to go to medical school; the next day, I ghostwrote a coffee table book.
Professionally, I’ve been contributing to a number of sites, including Gawker.tv — here’s my latest, about the rise of streaming television services, such as Boxxee and GoogleTV.
Now that I’m settled in, and with internet in my apartment (thanks to the Time Warner guy who waited a full 45 minutes for me to return from work, I owe you my life), I’ll continue the freelancing, for both social media and writing.
Also, I’ll probably start posting stuff that has to do with Pokemon again, along with my new obsession with Charles Bukowski. And the World Cup. I love the World Cup.
- People Who Keep Their Sunglasses On In Jamba Juice.
- Not-Jocks.
- It’s Basically A Dave Matthews Song But Played With A Detuned Guitar, Let’s Not Kid Around.
- People That Look Like Vegans But Aren’t.
- Oh My God, Ten Years Ago I Thought We Were All Normal Kids Who Liked Music That Wasn’t On The…
“Late Night Barbarian” —via Threadless
This is everything I love.
Birthday Song of the Day: Eddie Vedder presents Conan with a “musical birthday card” in the form of a lyrically-revised rendition of John Lennon’s “Oh Yoko!,” rechristened “Oh Coco!”
This is my debut article at Gakwer. Let me know what you think. If you think it’s awesome.
“Television is going to be big, or it isn’t going to be at all.” The crack staff at Popular Science said this in 1944, and beyond the seeming obviousness of its either/or scenario, there’s a lot to think about here.
The Jetsons promised us flying cars and sentient robots by 2062. 2001: A Space Odyssey promised galactic travel - beyond today’s dinky power wheels stuck in mud up in Mars - that’s now already a decade overdue. And while I’ve jumped into damn near 300 hot tubs since I first saw the trailer for Hot Tub Time Machine, Duran Duran is still socially unacceptable listening. Technology has totally failed us.
Except for the television. Where all other advancements have come to a grinding halt in our grayed, spark-less, impotent and crumbling-from-the-inside science and technology sector, television has, by all measures, delivered on its promise.
Looking back on 70+ years of Popular Science Magazine, we can trace the timeline of the TV as it grew from pipe dream radio descendant to the reason why people like Snookie and Dog The Bounty Hunter are rich instead of in jail. Think of it as an HD History Channel special. Just don’t think of the alternative history.
This is the most insane thing I have ever read. The sheer psychosis that informs each of these thoughts, the ever-increasing insanity of each sentence, baffles and in some ways excites me more than anything I have ever seen.
Here are some highlights, but it HAS to be read in full:
Animals give me life. I like to eat them, ride them, pet them, wear them, grow them, watch them, and know in my pure aboriginal predator heart and soul that the health and condition of the animals in our lives are direct indicators of our own quality of life. The wildlife on the sacred Nugent hunting grounds, like all across North America, is thriving, naturally wild and spectacular. Our three Labrador retrievers and stupid old cat are clearly the happiest pets on earth. I love animals, and they love me. Perfect….
And yes, Eloise, that is an American buffalo between my legs. Isn’t he adorable? See the snot flying and enraged fire in the eyes? And the bison ain’t bad looking, either…
Here, after declaring his love for wearing and riding animals, he compares his penis to an angry, mucus-spitting buffalo.
My relationship with wild animals is as pure as it gets. I am a hunter, and surely there is no wiser use of renewable wildlife resources than killing them and grilling them.
Ted Nugent: animal activist, hunter, griller.
And though I do hop aboard for a thrilling ride, I am not so stupid as to forget that my buffalo is, and always will be, a wild buffalo. You know, the kind that would just as soon trample you into a bloody puddle of snot and hair than look at you.
Admitting this truism is why I carried a 10mm handgun in my belt during those stage rides, just in case the beast decided to go buffalo on me. A quick 200-grain armor-piercing slug through the back of his head would have made the difference between a momentary increase in entertainment value and a few dozen or more trampled rock fans. I knew this, and I was prepared. I am such a radical pragmatist.
Ted Nugent: armed in concert. Also, he seems to love to ride animals, which is curious given this:
Remember the circus lion tamers of yore, a chair in one hand, a pistol in the other? Prudent and respectful during a time before dangerous animals somehow became cute. The Bambi curse is to defile the wildness of beasts. They are killer whales, not show whales. And don’t tell me that grabbing alligators by the tail promotes conservation. Wise use? I think not. Shame on you.
Now, I can get on board with the whole not using animals for show thing. But I’d think that would disqualify riding a buffalo on stage.
The real moral of the story is that Ted Nugent is insane, and I’m even more insane for trying to argue back and decipher his message on my personal blog.
I haven’t been here in a while, which is cool, because it meant the Lennon entry lived on at the top, the eternal headliner.
Two thoughts:
1. I’ve never had a mustache. In all my near 24 years, a mustache has never been on my face past completion of a shaving session. In the 80’s, that’d have been remarkable.
2. Cete: –noun a number of badgers together.
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