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“My special lady and I enjoy antiquing; what do you like to do with your girlfriend?”
“Well we like to make dirty south grit in your mouth rap albums with Killa fuckin’ Mike. You know, the kind of shit that makes you buy a car just so you can blow the speakers out. That real ‘make it clap while a bunch of dudes holding guns exhale smoke in slow motion in the video’ type music. Maybe you know it as ‘take out a loan at Manhattan Chase to make it rain at the Gold Club because the end of the world is coming and I’m not paranoid, that’s really a drone overhead’ type hip hop. But yeah, antiquing’s cool too.”
El-P and Em. P have the illest life
“Here Comes the Judge! Taurus .45/410 Revolver” by Jeff Quinn, 19 February 2007.
Dude I just wanted to see the spread pattern of a Taurus Judge with .410 shells, no need to be a jerk.
dgs3:
Probably the coolest thing I’ve seen all day, a genetic algorithm that starts as random brush strokes on a canvas and evolves them to look like a target image. The images leading up to the target image are unbelievably cool.
Source: V. Ciesielski et all. Animated Drawings Rendered by Genetic Programming
If you maintain a page by hand and want a table of contents on it, this will help you.
Grand Street in the wake of Irene August 28th 2011
See if you can spot me. Hint: my mom knitted my sweater.
From CMJ 2010. Photo by WET PAINT / Victor Castro.
Konichiwa,
Dave and I just want to let everyone know we are completely fine. We are at least 14 hours away from all the action. Thank you for your emails wondering if we are okay, but I assure you all, we are alive and well.
Arigato gozaimasu!
That’s pretty fucking good to hear. I’m fucking sick of tectonics. They suck. Nothing cool has ever come of tectonics. There, I said it.
…and this one is the most amazing. And this person is having a tough time doing Teach For America. And it sounds awful.
We used to write one another letters when I was still an idealist, a promising student and athlete (ha) who refused to realize his full potential, before I decided to wear myself down and aim pretty low. And before I retconned for myself a jaded pessimism born of a thousand retroactively perceived slights. My letters were, upon retrospection, complete shit. They were hackneyed and full of contrived witticism because (and remember this now) I only seem smart if you are easily fooled. And this person is nobody’s fool. Her letters had unifying themes, and would return to carefully chosen phrases that would gain meaning upon each subsequent use. Her letters would tell stories with points and mine would ramble on about stupid. fucking. bike. rides.
Our correspondence recommenced recently which occasioned my reviewing previous correspondence. I made the same stupid joke four and a half years ago as I did in my most recent letter. For style I went with my old standby “harried in the manner of Quentin Tarantino explicating the homoerotic undercurrents of Top Gun.” Again, I wrote the same way back then. I’m doing it now too in my head, but I’m editing as many of the asides, expletives, and conversational interjections that I can bear to excise.
I did once write something that was well received by a very many people. Upon further inspection it was a self-serving plea for social clemency. It was awful. It makes my head hurt when I think about it. I have a former acquaintance who styles herself a poet/artist/something or other who is currently actively trying to ruin her life. She fucking loved this one supposedly well written thing I did. That puts to bed any doubt I had that it is terrible and possibly dangerous.
This former correspondent of course continues to astound with her writing. As she should because that is the way the universe had ought to work. And she will continue to teach and bear a the brunt of a remorseless pack of defiantly ignorant jackals. And that will suck and leave scars deep in her brain that some will call character and others a cauliflower ear. That is the way this is going to play out. I am not saying that I have faith in her; I think faith is a pretty stupid word, frankly. But I cannot ken a universe in which this amazing person fails at this sort of thing. And as long as she does that and
Wonder what Kimya Dawson has been up to lately? She’s one busy lady, but she’s somehow found the time to get into Dub Narcotic studio here and there… and has some seriously awesome music to show for it.
We are proud to present “Miami Advice,” a soaring new track from Kimya’s upcoming full-length, Thunder Thighs (KLP229). This track also features Aesop Rock and the Olympia Free Choir. Thunder Thighs will be released in Summer/Fall 2011 on K.
Be on the lookout for Kimya at K’s showcase at SXSW in March, and more information about Thunder Thighs in the future!
This is why we shake off the awkward things we say and moments of ineloquence; we may one day achieve this level of légere de langue.
“Cat Calls” aka my first live recording!
performed at the Bowery Poetry Club, December, 2010
*5 minutes long. Ball probably doesn’t get rolling until almost 2 minutes in. My bad!
