sorry i've been so bad about this...it's a direct result of me pretending i have no work when i actually have a lot. hence my current procrastination and subsequent influx in blog posts:
fascination (bit funk rmx)-nightwaves
little secrets (hey champ rmx)-passion pit
love in the digital age (tepr rmx)-heads we dance
something to finish-pierce
help i'm alive (80kidz rmx)-metric
not fair (doc rosen rosen rmx)-lily allen
the cricket scores-boy 8-bit
ski hive-worst friends
and this one i had to do...forgive me...
party in the usa (cahill club mix)-miley
10.14.2009
karen o and the kidz
really digging the where the wild things are soundtrack. here are some songz to show you what i mean:
10.11.2009
don't cry 4 me argentinaaa
let's face it, the flaming lips said it best when they said that everyone you know someday will die. including me. morbid but nevertheless true. so when that day comes when i am an estimated 107 years old, i can only hope that my funeral looks a little something like eva peron's did. because it's one of the most badass things i've ever seen.
happy three weeks w/o facebook day!!!
can you believe it? i've made it three weeks without facebook, and surprisingly enough it's been a breeze! or, much easier than i thought it'd be, anyway. so hooray for me and sorry for you. our friendship will prevail, i promise.
ennio morricone obsessed
so as a direct result of my obsession with inglourious basterds comes my obsession with ennio morricone:
i hope that when i go, i go out dramatically fighting to this one:
i hope that when i go, i go out dramatically fighting to this one:
moviesmoviesmovies
well, it was another weekend of me sitting around watching movies on the old laptop. illegally, of course. anyways, i won't fill you in on the oldies like pan's labyrinth or anything, but here is what i thought of three more recent ones.
whip it-i actually PAID to see this movie at the theater...i have to admit, i wasn't super impressed. i mean, the roller derby parts were badass, and there were some funny parts i guess, but jesus ellen page, could you get any afterschool emo on us? i don't care if your family hates you or that you totally got duped by that dreamy band member. i just want you to say funny things like 'honest to blog'. drew barrymore was definitely the highlight of the film as an overly aggressive stoner with crazy rainbow hair. i think i would say don't go see this in theaters, totally not worth the $$$.
inglourious basterds-i know, i'm only just now seeing this! and i could kick myself, because i could've watched it about 7 billion times on repeat in the amount of time it's taken me to get my shit together. this was the best thing i've seen like...ever? it made me really proud to not be german. 90000000 stars for this one.
the secret lives of pippa lee-THE WORST MOVIE EVER. i could stop there, but mostly i just want to say dear pippa, you're not that badass dude. and so what if your mom was popping speed to be a sick housewife. like, that's not that bad. at all. and you suck for going on to lead the most boring and conventional life evereverever. AND you suck for hooking up with keanu reeves when you're old(ish), and grandpa death when you're young slash serena from gossip girl slash you could've done way better. and winona ryder, what were you even doing there? none of it made sense to me at all. i wish that crazy ex-wife of herb's had just shot her at that bizarre lunch and spared us all a lot of confusion. i want those minutes of my life back.
whip it-i actually PAID to see this movie at the theater...i have to admit, i wasn't super impressed. i mean, the roller derby parts were badass, and there were some funny parts i guess, but jesus ellen page, could you get any afterschool emo on us? i don't care if your family hates you or that you totally got duped by that dreamy band member. i just want you to say funny things like 'honest to blog'. drew barrymore was definitely the highlight of the film as an overly aggressive stoner with crazy rainbow hair. i think i would say don't go see this in theaters, totally not worth the $$$.
inglourious basterds-i know, i'm only just now seeing this! and i could kick myself, because i could've watched it about 7 billion times on repeat in the amount of time it's taken me to get my shit together. this was the best thing i've seen like...ever? it made me really proud to not be german. 90000000 stars for this one.
the secret lives of pippa lee-THE WORST MOVIE EVER. i could stop there, but mostly i just want to say dear pippa, you're not that badass dude. and so what if your mom was popping speed to be a sick housewife. like, that's not that bad. at all. and you suck for going on to lead the most boring and conventional life evereverever. AND you suck for hooking up with keanu reeves when you're old(ish), and grandpa death when you're young slash serena from gossip girl slash you could've done way better. and winona ryder, what were you even doing there? none of it made sense to me at all. i wish that crazy ex-wife of herb's had just shot her at that bizarre lunch and spared us all a lot of confusion. i want those minutes of my life back.
beatz & bleepz (a little late, sawwy)
last week was arguably the most hectic of all time for me. hence the lack of weekend beatz. but if you're still looking to dance it out, here you go:
love in july (le prix rmx)-sally shapiro
i'm in love (foamo rmx)-dub pistols
i love london (paparazzi rmx)-crystal fighters
sometimes-miami horror
crysteena-mille
pop you got it (harsh edit)-b the sneekers
beyonce-sweet dreams
los feeling (clockwork rmx)-visitor
heart attack (digiraatii rmx)-lexicondon
ufo-jack beats
love in july (le prix rmx)-sally shapiro
i'm in love (foamo rmx)-dub pistols
i love london (paparazzi rmx)-crystal fighters
sometimes-miami horror
crysteena-mille
pop you got it (harsh edit)-b the sneekers
beyonce-sweet dreams
los feeling (clockwork rmx)-visitor
heart attack (digiraatii rmx)-lexicondon
ufo-jack beats
10.08.2009
10.05.2009
america by allen ginsberg
every time i have to write about politics i like to listen to this poem. it gets me riled up and makes me wish we were communist or that i lived in a trailer park in kansas and bled red white and blue or that i had ever been to the grand canyon or mount rushmore or that i owned stock in stock cars or walmart or bob evans. i'm only posting half of it but you can find the rest anywhere and everywhere.
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility.
Businessmen are serious.
Movie producers are serious.
Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility.
Businessmen are serious.
Movie producers are serious.
Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
sarah larnach
i've been obsessed with ladyhawke's album artwork and her video for 'my delirium'. i did a little investigating to discover that sarah larnach is the artist behind everything. here's her myspace to check out some of her amazing stuff. my favorite is the mount catmore extravaganza (pictured above) that was featured in the 'my delirium' video (below).
10.01.2009
beatz and bleepz
this week was minus ten points on a ten out of ten scale. so in other words, it blew. it blew hard. i'm already pumped for the weekend more than ever, but here are some jamz to get you going for the weekend:
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