Archive for August, 2003

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Monday, August 25th, 2003

Fred Hampton was 21.

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Friday, August 22nd, 2003

Who gives a shit what you don’t like?
That’s like level 2 media arrogance.
Level 1 is where you are lame and just get into shit that you read was good and dismiss everything that got badly reviewed. Where someone told you something was good and then you went ahead and started telling other people it was good. Oh, that album only got three stars, let’s not discuss that. I mean, have you ever thought about how fat and ugly rock critics must be? Or anyone that makes a living criticisizing? Think about it. Critics are fat and ugly. And they’re mostly pissed that they aren’t worth shit unless they’re behind a typewriter or computer and can build themselves up to the heights of importance by creating something that is barely a sliver of worthwhile, that could never exist without that which they are being critical of, creating something that in the end doesn’t matter. At the very best, criticism will go down in history as a side note of something great, i.e. you try to insult a movement and end up naming it, now your name is in museums for being a fucking idiot. Anyway, I read music reviews, but not because I give a shit whether or not the reviewer liked it, but because a lot of times it’s the only way to find anything out about a band. I don’t understand how criticism got elevated to determining value (well I do, I just think it’s wrong, see: postmodernism), but this seems to me to be a very bad thing. If you follow it. I agree that things should be examined with a critical eye, which is exactly the point. Think for yourself, etc. OK, a little rambling later.
Level 2 is where you have so taken for granted that you mostly follow other people’s advice, so haven’t thought about this fact, all of a sudden something that someone tells you is amazing, and of historical importance and you don’t feel anything for it. And now you go around bragging about it, like anyone should give a shit about what you don’t like. You’re in trouble if you think that you not liking something makes you more aware or something. It’s called preference. I hate discussions of what sucks. It’s sad. Who cares? What is accomplished?
And anyway, if what you like only comes from how it looks and how it sounds, you’re ignoring a whole lot of business that goes along with it, ideals, philosophies, history, arguments, reactions, time, limitations, I could go on and on.

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Friday, August 22nd, 2003

So my job is great. I design logos and fliers all day for people who aren’t lame about having me make stupid changes. They let me explain to them why I do things. So far, if they have an idea in mind they tell me before I do the work. My biggest problem with design is usually between me and whoever I’m designing for. When you already know what you want, you can’t say to the designer ‘do your thing’ because it’s not going to come out like you want it to. If you do say do your thing, you have to accept that what you got is their thing and deal with it. It can be frustrating. But the point is, it’s not like that here. Plus it’s for people doing good things for the world.

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Monday, August 18th, 2003

In no particular order, some sweet famous people:
Herman Hesse, Le Corbusier, Glen E. Friedman, Ian Mackaye, Marcel Duchamp, Paul Rand, Hans Arp, Andy Warhol, Lou Reed, Josef Muller-Brockmann, Frank Lloyd Wright, Vladimir Nabakov, John Lennon, Francois Truffaut, Fredrich Niesztche, Mies Van Der Rohe, Stanley Kubrick, Piet Mondrian, Thurston Moore, James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Aldous Huxley, Adolf Loos, David Byrne, Brian Eno, Andre Breton, Man Ray, Fredric Goudy, Charles Bukowski, Miles Davis, Wes Anderson, Adrian Frutiger, Jonathan Richman, J.D. Salinger.
Add to the list.

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Tuesday, August 12th, 2003

Here are some books I have read this summer:
Salinger - Seymour, an Introduction
Hesse - Siddhartha
Kierkegaard - Fear and Trembling
Mann - Death in Venice
Johnson - Jesus’ Son
Vonnegut - God Bless You Mrs. Rosewater
Nabakov - Lolita
Faulkner - As I Lay Dying
Wilde - Picture of Dorian Gray
Doestoyevsky - Notes from Underground
McSweeney’s 8, 9, 11
What have you been reading? What do you consider essential reading?

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Tuesday, August 12th, 2003

Prototypical boy with out of town girlfriend:
“We should totally have a guys night.”
I’m bored.

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Tuesday, August 5th, 2003

For one of the following reasons:
Karmic - I think I treat women well. I’d like to think I do. Perhaps their is some underlying misogony, but it is recognized and rarely exposed and I’m working on it OK? I think overall I am good to women.
My Mom - My mom is a really really great mom in every way possible.
Luck - I was pretty much ignored by females for a good 16-17 years.
Friends - I have friends who will vouch for me even when they shouldn’t and just make me look better than I sometimes am.
I have been:
Blessed to know some of the greatest, most intellegent, cutest, coolest, mostest, wonderfulest women in the world. (Yeah, women, we’re all grown up now, you’re a woman, I’m a man, all that.) I’m just saying that I’m really thankful for that.

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Monday, August 4th, 2003

In Mtv2 News:
Top 22 MCs show lacking in the Gza, Big Daddy Kane, Raekwon, MF Doom, Kool Moe Dee, Eazy-E, Ice Cube, Cannibal Ox, Inspectah Deck, Kool Keith, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Trech, Q-Tip, Outkast, Jurassic 5, Roots, etc. departments but was not lacking input from fake ass motherfuckers like LL, MnM, B.I.G., PUN, DMX and other even more worth not mentioning MCs. (OK: Foxy Brown, Lil Kim, how?) Sorry for only discussing hip hop on here but it takes about 3 minutes to learn the history of hip hop and learn what is actually good. It’s really short. I listen to other stuff though, I swear.
Also, 120 minutes, no longer being 120 minutes is now called underground or something and plays even less underground stuff than before. They made a video for christ sakes.

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Sunday, August 3rd, 2003

New job starting tomorrow, hurray for work.
Old Lacoste shirts are great because as the sizes went up they just got longer not any wider. I have an especially long torso, it’s true, I have an extra vertabrae, so this comes in handy. I want to run for political office on that ticket: More Evolved.
Lift Issue 2 is going to be an interview issue. You don’t have to do an interview, but you should.