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November 10th, 2003

weezer

not there yet

From Pitchfork's review of the Rapture's newly-released album, Echoes:
What you're increasingly witnessing at every club, at every show, with every passing night, is the death of the horrible, awkward, uncomfortable tension of devoted music fans pretending not to enjoy music they have paid to see. [pitchfork]

The rest of the review is similarly brilliant and entertaining.

I meant to buy that CD yesterday, but decided that I'd get it if I went to their free set at the Capitol Hill Sonic Boom tomorrow at 7 pm. I bought the new Ryan Adams CD instead, but after reading the review, I think I might return it unopened.
the only earth?

(remainder) / best wishes under voltron

I forgot to mention that David Rees focused most of his reading on My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable. The presentation included a lengthy presentation of how karate is similar to rap battles (rappers rap about who is the best rapper). He also showed some of his eighth grade hand-drawn comics (not pretend 80s comics) which his father produced and purchased. He didn't seem very excited about winning the 2003 Webby for Humor. I guess they aren't sending statues to winners anymore?

As an incentive to stay for the entire reading, he offered photocopies of "Death and injury from landmines and unexploded ordinance in Afghanistan," published in the August 6 issue of the Journal of the American Medical Association1. When I got to the front of the signing line, he only had one copy remaining; so I left it for the next person knowing that I could get it online. This little saga is what reminded me to post more about Saturday.

I can think of nothing more depressing/infuriating than landmines, so it's really excellent that all of the author royalties for Get Your War On are donated to Mine Detection & Dog Center Team #5 who clear landmines and unexploded ordnance in Afghanistan.

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(1) If you can't access this page and want a copy, I'll unethically send you a PDF.
i am not a stuffed tiger.

in the magazine

I started reading the New York Times Magazine on the bus this morning. If you didn't buy it yesterday, if you hurry you can still read it online:




So far, I've been into all of the articles, but the whole issue is about the winter movie season, which is an easy thing for me to find interesting.
chair, apartment

weird things

+ surprising horrible loud construction noise while passing the giant hole between 9th and Roosevelt immediately followed by the sound car horns who were participating in three-car parade for Lyndon LaRouche.

+ Guy outside pizza restaurant propelling his own spit approximately ten feet.

+ Guy at bus stop removing paper cup from garbage, drinking from straw, returning cup to receptacle.

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I went to the office today, but got almost nothing done. Soon, I'll be going to the Irish Emigrant. Tomorrow is a holiday, but I have no plans for celebrating veterans.