As is my usual custom, here is the track listing for Britney Spears’ new album, Circus:
3. Out From Under
4. Kill The Lights
5. Shattered Glass
6. If U Seek Amy
7. Unusual You
9. Mmm Papi
11. Lace and Leather
12. My Baby
I saw this on Neatorama today and it made me soooo happy. Not as happy as our new baby kitten Bagel makes us, but that’s impossible. Nevertheless, here is Cat and Box.
Just in time to terrify you, my coworker Ryan showed me the curious new ad campaign that the Catholic church has launched in New York. He read about it on Towleroad, which is a blog I adore with all my heart.
I got my hair cut today at my friend Caroline’s school/salon, which is always a blast. All the stylists were dressed up for Halloween, so Caroline, resplendent in grungy jeans, messed up hair, a pregnant belly under a t-shirt that read “I’m with Stupid”, a black eye, and a fake cigarette, really did it up and kept bumping me with her fake unborn white trashlette. I should’ve taken a picture, but instead I just have my own before and after:
In keeping with my earlier post about Wendys’ old decor, here is a treasure trove of ads from the 40s and 50s for psychotropic medication and pain medication, back when we didn’t really know what the hell we were doing with drugs. Also, we still don’t. Go to this livejournal post for all of them (yeah, it still exists!), but here are my favorites.
Can you help put give a name to these very specific feelings that I think everyone feels but no one has a word for?
- the anguish of the first time you use a glass or plate after you hand wash all of your dirty dishes
- the anticipation of feeling smug about something- Boss: That girl you hired was late today, and just was not on the ball. Me: Well, I’m sorry she was late, she just found out that her parents lost their house. I’ll speak to her about her tardiness though.”
- the sick feeling you get when you’ve been watching a dvd of a season of a tv show and you’ve seen like, 10 episodes in a row, and you catch yourself mindlessly humming along with the theme song and you wonder where your Saturday has gone
- the sad nostalgic feeling of being homesick for a place that no longer exists
- the combo of guilt and fury you feel when you have a conversation with someone who is constantly and passive aggressively miserable- Me: What have I been up to? Well, we went to the zoo last weekend! Him: Oh, the zoo. I like the zoo too, but no one invited me.
- the comfort, joy, and dread of realizing that there’s an “America’s Next Top Model” marathon on tv on a day that you were hoping to get things done
- the letdown of beating a videogame that takes a long time but has a totally unsatisfying ending
If you’ve ever wondered if any good goth/industrial bands have come out of Hawaii, well, wonder no more!
No good ones have.
However, Hawaii did spawn one cheesy and bad goth/industrial band, Razed in Black.
A while ago I wrote a quick blog about the fact that I hadn’t had time to blog because I had thrown myself face-first into apartment hunting, so the blog was just about the shitty experiences we’d had so far on craigslist and looking at apartments and so on and so forth. It was more of a blog for my friends who wondered where I’d been, but amazingly, it’s one of the most viewed and most commented-on blogs that I’ve ever written. Wary craigslisters everywhere have been googling names and/or phone numbers of odd-sounding deals for apartments and discovering that they are scam city, and I think that is awesome. Quite a few of the commenters have asked how on earth you do find a good apartment in Brooklyn, and even though this is not something I am an expert in, I thought I’d tell you some of the things I’ve learned along the way.
We did find an apartment, by the way, in East Williamsburg/Bushwick, and we love it.
Here’s a nice little article from Gelf Magazine about the art of name dropping by music critics, and how meaningless it is these days. It’s by Adam Conner-Simons, and he talks about how easy it is to describe new bands now, because you can do it in terms of other bands that haven’t been/won’t be around long enough to evolve their musical stylings. Editor-in-Chief of Filter magazine Pat McGuire waxes poetic on why people compare more bands to The Strokes than to The Beatles:
You can say something sounds like the Strokes, because they haven’t been on a mind-altering trip to India yet.
The article then names the eight bands that are name dropped the most by music critics. Check them out!