Incredibly true words of wisdom from Joss Whedon (in today’s IAMA) - Imgur
Game’s over, everybody. The internet wins. Try and stop us.
The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper.
(via cmonstah:warbyparker)
Apparently, every day is valentine’s day for me.
Selbstportrait, 14.2.2012: Happy Valentine’s Day, you suckers!
(Lyrics von The Police)
Dear Germany,
You’re forgiven.
-Jon
A group of German linguists have chosen the best anglicism to enter the German language in the year 2011. The recipient of this controversial honor is not the self-righteous “occupy”. Rather unsurprisingly, it’s not “circeln” – that is, to add someone to a circle on Google+ – either. 2011’s…
Dead Man’s Bones - Name in Stone
“I raised my flag up into your heart… you let the winds come tear it a.. part…”
Para ti, Papa Carlos.
“To decide where you will die is a gallant act.” - Suda Goichi
Bad Religion - Sorrow
“…and there will be sorrooooow nooooo mooooore.”
There’s something to be said for the therapeutic aspect of music. Ain’t no secret that there’s a connection between emotion and music, and the way that connection builds up seems to be unique from person to person. My music seems oddly out of proportion with how I’m feeling. Angry music for sad moods, more somber music for great moods. Then there’s the occasional “I’m so sad I’m gonna listen to nothing but depressing things all day” day… as well as its close cousin, the “I’M SO HAPPY LET’S PARTY ALL THE TIIIIIME” day. The former are pretty few and far between. It took me a while to realize there’s no reason to force yourself to steep in misery. At least, now. It helps to realize that those just feel like a waste of time.
Is that why I listen to the angry when I’m bummed? To keep myself from wallowing in somber harmonies and to just power through it? Though if that were true, we’d have to worry about the opposite. Why listen to songs that are more of a bummer when I’m on a high? Funky thought.
I remember a specific case where I had to drop off my dad at the airport after a visit. I felt myself about to cry after we parted ways, and I reached for my headphones like they were a heroin needle. I couldn’t get to them fast enough and my hands were shaking with anticipation.
Guess that’s the way it has to be. Don’t have much to say about this. Just an observation. And an excuse to get some stuff of my chest… as well as an excuse to get off my butt and write.
Prob one of my favorite posts for EarwormDaily so far… far too fun to crank out.
My Body’s A Zombie For You
Dead Man’s Bones
Dead Man’s Bones
Jon Gamero here with a public service announcement. Fame is not a toy. Here we have the Do’s and Do-Not-Do’s of making the jump from the silver screen to the recording stuido.
- Do: Pull a Ryan Gosling and start a folky theme band (with buddy Zach Shields) based on your love of ghosts, zombies, and all things spooky.
- Do NOT: Pull an Eddie Murphy and write a throw-away club hit with once-legend Rick James.
- Do: Collaborate with a local children’s choir started by Flea of Red Hot Chili Peppers fame with the purpose of fostering youngun’s musical education.
- Do NOT: Collaborate with Motown legends with the purpose of butchering a soul classic.
- Do: Rely on an original sound using a juxtaposition of strong young vocals along with a gravely-voiced front man.
- Do NOT: Rely on your looks and flavor-of-the-month status and let your backup singers do the heavy lifting.
The big name actor turned bard for the undead and company have only done one tour with nothing else announced. I’m excited to see if the band will turn up anything else. Also, I apologize for reminding any followers that Bruce Willis ever had a singing career.
DJ Kool - Let Me Clear My Throat
I hate that point in a writing project where you cease to write out of intimidation. I’ve heard people describe it in many different instances.
My e-mail inbox is too full. I can’t write back someone who wrote me yesterday when I haven’t responded to one from a week ago. Too many postcards to write, so why send any.
It’s this false sense of having to do things a certain way because it’s how they’ve come to do things. It has all the logic of “I haven’t showered in a month, so why start now.”
I notice it happen mostly when I play poker. I’ve already put $10 worth of chips into the pot, so I have to stick ‘til the end… even if it costs me another $10. My hands not that good, but I’m not about to just throw away that money. Therefore, I’ll throw more money at it. Alternatively, I could have just cut my losses and saved $20 overall.
That sort of dependence on the past to shape my future is something that I need to steer clear of.
Sadly, this is the state of affairs that my blog has taken. It’s been over a week since I’ve put something up on here (which was supposed to be a daily sort of thing for practice/venting), and even longer since I hunkered down and actually tried to brain-puke something out onto paper in any serious manner.
So here it is. My stop-gap. The procrastination buck stops here. It’s time to just put words out, and keep it going from there.
A freestyle-battle of 1,000 words begins with a single diss.
Pavement - Zurich is Stained
I like working Saturdays. Is that weird?
Here I am. Alone in the office. Speakers blasting my Pavement playlist. And I’m gettin’ shit done. Even in my pharmacy days, I dug the weekend (busy or not).
Something about the day taking a structure? Maybe the whole protagonist-gets-over-a-challenge feeling. The beer after Saturday work is gonna be yummier than most because I… earned it? I didn’t though. Did I? Is that a thing?
I guess it doesn’t hurt that I strolled in at 2pm either. Life’s little mysteries I suppose…
Sidebar: It hurt to pick just one song off of my Pavement playlist. Spent 10 minutes of my “workday” on this decision. No joke.
