Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Had I Known Then What I Know Now, I Would've Started With a Funny CNN Headline
Hey, I passed right by the 2nd Anniversary of Buck Hill, America's Number One Resource for bi-monthly uninteresting music news and in-jokes (I did manage to mark the occasion with a single-link post to a Harper's article -- dudes, no one pays me to write this shit, yr lucky when you get that).
Anyways, I'll use this brief foray into the world of the first-person to say that it's been a fucking weird two years.
And finally, a brief gripe: Please don't send press releases to my gmail address. I read everything that is sent to Wonkette, I promise. Anything else is cool, I like getting email, but press releases just piss me off.
Confidential to DC: Seriously, good pizza by the slice. All I want. And I'm not going to fucking Georgetown or something for it. Also: Where can I sing karaoke Steely Dan on a weeknight? That, I feel, more than meaningful romantic companionship, more than a sense of pride in my work, more than the ability to affect positive change in this fucked-up world, is all I really need right now. If you can help with those other things, though, let me know. |
Anyways, I'll use this brief foray into the world of the first-person to say that it's been a fucking weird two years.
And finally, a brief gripe: Please don't send press releases to my gmail address. I read everything that is sent to Wonkette, I promise. Anything else is cool, I like getting email, but press releases just piss me off.
Confidential to DC: Seriously, good pizza by the slice. All I want. And I'm not going to fucking Georgetown or something for it. Also: Where can I sing karaoke Steely Dan on a weeknight? That, I feel, more than meaningful romantic companionship, more than a sense of pride in my work, more than the ability to affect positive change in this fucked-up world, is all I really need right now. If you can help with those other things, though, let me know. |
Quick! Who In this Photo No Longer Works In the Music Industry?
Yes! Yes! A Thousand Times, Yes!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Hi, I'm Done Being Part of the Zeitgeist, Thanks
I am torn.
On the one hand, I want to shoot myself in the face. On the other, I kind of need someone to buy me everything on this page. Someone who hates me intensely.
Bloggers Blends Gifts [Worst Human Beings On Earth, Including Terrorists] |
On the one hand, I want to shoot myself in the face. On the other, I kind of need someone to buy me everything on this page. Someone who hates me intensely.
Bloggers Blends Gifts [Worst Human Beings On Earth, Including Terrorists] |
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Why Doesn't It Rain When I'm Sad?
Just in case you're curious, massive technical problems across the entire Gawker Media network today. So -- slow day over at Wonkette. Sorry, folks, and not much to add here except that Clap Your Hands Say Yeah was boring and I'm superexcited about having illegally downloaded Devils Rats and Piggies the other day, thus completing my collection of Mekons recordings from years 1978-1993 and 1998-present. Still working on the '90s. Though it seems a bit like the '90s to the Mekons were the '80s to Dylan (flashes of the old billiance amidst failed experiments), but without Dylan's recurring laziness/disinterest in the material.
(aaaaaand it looks like we're back over there, so I'm back to work) |
(aaaaaand it looks like we're back over there, so I'm back to work) |
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Oy, Oy, Oy
Aaaarrrrgghhh
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Other People's Moms Are Concerned About, Like, Whether They're Eating Well, Right?
From yesterday's Post live discussion:
And from last night's inbox:
Sadly, my grandfather's question about blogger ethics and responsibility didn't make it past the moderators. |
Minneapolis, Minn.: You both moved from New York to D.C. Does D.C. feel provincial, like it seems to those of us outside the beltway? How are you going to avoid trading access for your integrity, will it be a struggle?
[...]
Alex Pareene: As a Minneapolitan myself, I'd just like to say: Hi, mom.
And from last night's inbox:
[Mom] to me
did my email address show up or did you just know it was me because I am so concerned about you and David?
Sadly, my grandfather's question about blogger ethics and responsibility didn't make it past the moderators. |
