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Archive for January 2007

fewer tubes

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The 25 videos from last time was a bit much, so I’ll do this monthly. Luckily, there are quite a few songs I can’t find on YouTube; that keeps the list shorter.

Anyboob. Pitchfork recently started a semi-new feature that offers daily free mp3s, of which Bell X1’s "Flame (Chicken Lips Remix)" is a pretty good one. Sebastien Grainger’s "The Rhythm Method" is one sweet tune from half of the now defunct duo Death From Above 1979. More Cowbell!

!!! – Heart of Hearts

Most pronounce it Chk Chk Chk, but I think it is Dance! Dance! Dance! (Mp3 from Pitchfork.)

The Blood Arm – Suspicious Character

We all <3 piano in a rock song right?

Clutch – Burning Beard

All dudes want a sweet beard like that.

Juanes – La Camisa Negra

Marit Larsen – Under the Surface

Menomena – Wet and Rusting

Mika – Grace Kelly

something something Queen something no?

New Young Pony Club – Ice Cream

More of the keyboard player please!

Oh No Ono – Practical Money Skills For Life

Also check out the first single: "Keeping Warm In Cold Country".

Omarion – Entourage

Jaguar E-Type. Good choice. Ability to dance. Also a good choice.

Pleasure – Out of Love

A good pop song that’s easy to like, but difficult to find on mp3. >.<

Bersuit Vergarabat – Esperando el Impacto


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January 30, 2007 at 9:22 pm

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Circle Jerk

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I was pretty late to the whole social bookmarking with tags phenomenon that is Now after two and a half months, I’ve finally reached a whopping ten bookmarks. Since the Web is mostly a circle jerk of links, I’m gonna share them here.

Do you make these 10 mistakes in a conversation?

I’m not a good conversationalist and painfully aware of it. But I want to improve. Most of the stuff in the blog entry are obvious, and I have read about them in other sources. So, feel free to point out any of those mistakes I’m making whenever I speak to you.

Guidelines for Platonic Friendship

Guys being “just friends” with women they are sexually attracted to is about as natural as Michael Jackson’s face. So if you are an attractive woman, your guy friends want to hump you. I’m not saying that they don’t value the friendship or whatever. But you know, if you offer up, there could be some good times to be had. Anyway. Ladies, please follow the guidelines, and make the world less confusing for guys.

They Didn’t Attack Switzerland

Pretty interesting article on civil defense and foreign policies, by studying how the Swiss do it.

Put Your Makeup on the Shelf

I hate makeup so much. So so much. It’s a pretty good rant by the same guy who wrote the platonic friendship piece.

Why I Hate Beauty

An article about how the constant exposure to images of beautiful people in the media affects people’s idea of attractiveness. Blah. Some of those actresses and models aren’t that hot anyway. The bit about male teachers who come in daily contact with teenage women are more likely to be divorced is pretty interesting though. Also, I hate makeup so much.

The Porn Myth

A good article about the progression of porn and how it affects people’s ideas regarding sex. Kinda goes with the article above.

Unplanned Freefall Survival Tips

Great tips!

How to make a baby

An invaluable how to for boys who are interested in carrying on their genes through a living vessel. Also, a photo of Lindsay Lohan.

The Girl With a Boy’s Brain

A story about a girl with Asperger’s Syndrome. And I love her.

Unhappy Meals

A good, and long, article on food, nutrition, and diet. The only thing the author didn’t mention, that I can think of, is that some of the “simplification” with fertilizers might be a necessity for sustaining world population growth.

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January 28, 2007 at 5:43 pm

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haha it's not true, white boys can dance

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[theme of the dance was “come as you aren’t”]

A: What are you suppose to be?
B: I’m a white guy.
A: [laughs] Um… no, you don’t look like a white guy.
B: Oh, have I got the attitude all wrong?
A: Don’t move your hips.
B: Oh right! White guys can’t dance. I’m also suddenly attracted to all Asian women!

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January 27, 2007 at 2:48 am

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My hair was pretty long. It’s nice for keeping my giant head warm during the wintry weathers, but long hair takes more time to care for, and since I have a meeting with “clients” tomorrow, I thought I’d just go get it cut.

However, Fate is a sexy but annoying bitch, and she had something else in mind.

Before I had the chance to say “shit,” I was holding half of my door key. The other half was securely deposited in the lock, mocking me and my long hair. Surprisingly, I didn’t say shit at all. I just calmly considered my options–whom I could call and where to look up phone numbers for a locksmith–and did what any reasonable person would do in that situation: walk to work.

While I was looking up locksmiths on what is, accordingly to Steve Jobs, the COOLEST FUCKING MOST AWESOME EVER AND SOON TO BE AVAILABLE ON THE iPHONE MAP SERVICE, Google Maps, Robert, being much smarter, and more of a do-it-yourself dude than I am, suggested on IRC that I could try getting the key out myself. It was a fine idea. And I left work armed with four phone numbers for lock places if that doesn’t work out. (Yep, four. I guess Corvallis is not THAT small.)

It didn’t work out. Fred Meyer didn’t sell any tools that were remotely small enough for the job. So I started dialing them numbers.

An aside: why do I, and probably some other people, forget the very fact that I try to recall? A band name, an actor, a title, or in this case, my own phone number. Twice today, I couldn’t remember it. All I can think of was my work number, and that was what the locksmith wrote down on my check and the receipt. Seriously, anyone know why?

“Hi, how are you doing?”
“Good. Better than you. And probably warmer.”
“Oh I had no plan to be outside.”

And so the locksmith worked quickly to retrieve the partial key from the lock and was able to make copies from the two pieces. Cost: $60. It wasn’t that much if you consider that a meal for two in a restaurant somewhere in uptown Portland can easily run that much, and that is if you drink water, not wine. Or that a tank of gas cost $30+. But still, $60, and all I got was two shiny keys.

On the upside though, while I was standing by the street waiting for the locksmith, a large group–about 30, perhaps?–of girls passed by while running. (A sorority? A running club of sort? Do I really give a shit?) And one of them even said hi. God bless eProps to women who run in this damn cold weather.

Oh yeah, I also got an[other shitty] haircut.

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January 15, 2007 at 6:44 pm

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