January 2009
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Speak, Memory, of the Cunning Lady...
It wasn’t anything I had planned on, but after a few months of hearing it on the radio, I became obsessed with a song. Not just any song. The worst song in the world. Question: Am I a bad person because I really like the song “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga. Answer: Yes.
The song praises the most terrible, heathen aspects of contemporary culture. It might singlehandedly prove the death of...
December 2008
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Oh, Oh Sheila, Where did you go wrong?
The other night I was sitting with Christine, Rayhan, and Adam Sparkles (the cat) and we were watching our favorite TV show, Franchise Live We were anticipating a stellar show—Ronnie Ron had totally killed it the other night when he had an entire show of Luther Vandross videos, and then a few nights later an entire show of Beyonce videos. Instead, though, this show ended up being much like those...
September 2008
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Pump Up the Jam
Abdi Farah wrote a really fantastic entry about the Slate article titled “Lil Wayne and the Afronaut Invasion”. The Slate magazine article, and Abdi’s analytic post concerning it, bring up a flurry of themes and motifs that I find fascinating to dissect. Just as in the literature of Central America, hip-hop has its own fantastical mythology in which anything is possible. Ghosts, human flight,...
August 2008
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I like America and America likes Lightning Bolt
«<»>«<»»«<»>««<»»««<»»>«««»»>««»»>«««<»»««»»>««»»«<»> November is in 3 months. I’ve been thinking a lot about that, mostly about how this will be my first presidential election in which I get to vote. I’m so excited—I love elections. They are so filled with energy, with the promise of something better and more perfect, with the awe-inspiring images of...
June 2008
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I'm all remixed up
80 percent of my daily music consumption is radio top 40 hip hop. As much as I love having my ears blasted by Pedestrian Deposit, or furrowing my brow while I listen to Robert Ashley, or doing silly shoulder dances to the jangly Messthetics compilations, there’s something equally rewarding about listening to Power99 for an hour to hear “Sexy Can I”. That song rules. There’s quite a bit I have to...
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ROMANCE. BY VERSACE WOMAN
I’ve been thinking a lot about Meg Ryan lately. To justify such thoughts to myself, I try to preface them with some sort of philosophical inquiry (really, though, I think I just like watching youtube clips of You’ve Got Mail over and over and over). Sleepless in Seattle, that’s a good one too.
The relative impracticality and fictitious nature of romantic comedies recall that lovely book, The...