Good news! There may be fewer fuckyou fuckyou litter box wars now that Planet, who did not apply for binding early decision from Allegheny, was early decisioned by Allegheny, with an offer of scholarship money, so YAY! the tedious process of finishing the college apps remaining is suddenly and dramatically far less stressful now that one of three top choices has already said yes. (As I just mentioned at Randal's, that Planet is a happy, well-adjusted, trusting, and optimistic soul is a sign I'm either a hypocrite or a shitty teacher until I remember: I don't hold to either/ors.)
Bad news! Friend Reality Zone says he gets "a red DO NOT ENTER SITE malware banner comes up. Nocaptionneeded.com seems to be the problem," when he tries to access the shitty blog. Anyone else? Any ideas on what's going on? How to fix it?
No news! I've tried emailing our missing friend a couple of weeks ago, emailed him again this morning. I've checked his hometown newspaper, googled him, no news. Dude, you OK? People worry.
- Read this.
- The harm of neoliberal capitalism.
- Organizing amongst the working class.
- Zizek the tool?
- Assonance of arrogance.
- Pastor Sanctimonious on glaring egos (w/o irony).
- The World's Shittiest Human, obamapologist.
- Awesome.
- One motherfucking ambitious cracker.
- CCT!
- Twinbrook!
- Passing through Hell.
- Rosemary Waldrop (and in comments, why I don't play in that world).
- What usually follows.
- A Blood Meridian Christmas.
- UPDATE! Zappadan: Smokestack Lightning.
- I am enjoying a Bach renewal. Organ? No.
- Obscure Sound's Top Ten of 2010, w/sound.
- Song below? From my favorite album of the year. Planet's too.
Claire Bateman
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i like that Beach House too.
ReplyDeleteBeach House. The people I went to college with who are now well-known are not remotely the people I would have expected.
ReplyDeleteI like Bach on organ well enough, but it's not my favorite instrument for him.
Congratulations to Planet!
PS I get no kind of warning here.
ReplyDeleteLink thanks & a toast to Planet and to less stress!
ReplyDeleteI don't get the warning either. Re: Bach. Love the dude, but I've never warmed as much to the organ works as some. Cliche probably, but I could daily spin the Brandenburgs from now 'til doomsday & never get tired of them.
Swimming in a different musical ocean than the rest of you fine folks, heh, I've never heard of Beach House, but that's not bad.
I thought you typed World's Snittiest. Any nominees for such a creature?