Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years!!!
Have a great time.
Enjoy Ryan’s Mixtapes here.
and Eric’s Year End mixtapes here.
And a happy festivus to boot! My esteemed ally Eric listens to good music and draws hella good, so here’s one of his illustrations to keep me from letting you kniw know how I’ve been recently/how I’m with Scrooge on this one.
GPOY4Life
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Hello Internet,
I have a photo of my flustered self trying to pretend as if being clamped between two-fifths of The National and their fantastic Kyle Resnick is the most normal thing in the world, but there’s something about sharing the same axes in space and time as the Dessner twins that turns me into Thomas Harris’ Jame Gumb. Instead, enjoy this video of Matt Berninger winning the Olympic gold in the 400 meter chairsurf.
“You have a bright future in corporate.”
ps! figured out my halloween costume! …. knight rider! going to cover my bike in black tape and make those lights on the front, add a turbo boost button and mount my iphone so when riding, the theme song plays and have kitt’s voice loaded on as well!
“Fuck this, I’m checking in at the Westin.”
There is hope for everybody’s favourite South East Asian city-state: for a country that allegedly has no sense of humour, one of Singapore’s mainstream radio stations played Flight of the Conchords’ Most Beautiful Girl in the Room on a Sunday afternoon show. The DJs were two women who spoke English with transpacific twangs that you expect out of people who spent idyllic childhood summers in London and boozy university nights in Australia. They probably rock climb on weekends and make gai pad krapow with fresh basil that they grow in the kitchens of their apartment unit overlooking the urban skyline.
Results from a survey by Durex published several years ago remains on heavy rotation in local women’s and health magazines. Singaporeans have the least sex in the world, they woefully lament. The government pays its people money to procreate, lest they one day run out of eighteen year-olds to draft in mandatory military service, meaning they will have no army to defend them if Malaysia decides to invade.
Singapore has what must be one of the best (if not the best?) public transport systems in the world. Its military is well-equipped and its people are well-educated. Everything about this country is perfect and frightening and funny, like a parody of a caricature of a satire. I read Disneyland With The Death Penalty again to see if the accusations made in 1993 are still applicable in 2011.
An illustrator friend working in Singapore’s graphic design industry laments the state of art and creativity on the island. “They think they can teach kids art,” she sighs as we pass a high school dedicated to doing just that. “You can’t teach art. Everybody can love and produce creative art, but you can’t teach it. You have to let it out. Singapore is not allowing their people to let it out.”
Despite insulting the twenty thousand year-long tradition of human imagination, ingenuity, and invention, the History Channel’s insufferable show Ancient Aliens is a pleasure to watch, thanks to the efforts of their fantastic art people. Have you seen a television show that does a better job of of decorating background sets to best mimic the natural working environments of their experts?
Investigative journalism! It’s all about keeping the public informed while surreptitiously seducing them. More pinot noir, baby?
Somewhere out there, there is an award for cramming the tenets of ’90s pop culture scientist stereotypes into a single frame.
In this week’s episode of LIFE IMITATING ART:
I meant to give my colleague a friendly wink that roughly corresponds to “Hey ‘sup”, but unfortunately for the both of us, I was in the middle of finishing off some chocolate cake and licking residual frosting off my upper lip, which basically left me licking my lip and winking at the same time, meaning that I had forced myself and my poor colleague to live out the following scenario:
Your homework this weekend: contract your first tropical disease despite spending three-quarters of your life in the tropics. Contract a career-high fever. Down the most prescription drugs since college, develop most questionable tastes in film and television since middle school. Watch Mortal Kombat and convince yourself that this penetrating piece of cinema is Stanley Kubrick’s second last gift to the world.
