Nothing needs to be said that cannot be expressed in these photos. We took a whole lot of HOLGA photos too, but until we develop them, you're stuck with these digital shots. We love you all and if you missed us, rest assured, we're back. Thank God for the lovely girlfriend Karen or else we wouldn't have been able to vacation in the first place.
(mp3) High Places - Golden
(mp3) High Places - Shared Islands
Godspeed!
Officially marking one of the saddest periods of the culture of me, that dude jeff is very overwhelmed to report that the lovely girlfriend finally embarked on her journey to Berlin for the summertime yesterday. Yes she landed safely. Yes she loves her new apartment. Oh, and one of her first emails to the culture of me included:
On my walk with [roommate's name redacted] I saw the following things that I thought would amuse you:
1) Dunkin' Donuts
2) A white, skinny man (WAY skinnier than you, if you can imagine), with huge dreads that had been bleached but were growing back a dark brown, wearing skinny jeans that were teal with black vertical stripes and a black leather jacket. Oh, and he looked drugged out.
3) A group of Asian kids that were wearing a mix of hip hop, Rasta, and skateboarding clothes. A few of them had full-on Afros (like Big's fake wig before it was cut).
4) An American Apparel.
Fully awesome I think. I'm super stoked for her to be there and experience all there is, but in the meantime, being in Brooklyn in our apartment all by my lonesome will (assuredly) get very old, very quickly. We'll have to see though.
And if any of you dear readers are anywhere near the "Mitte" district in Berlin from now until the end of August, be on the lookout for the cutest nerd-chic American in any one of the dozens of cafes in the area. And if you do see her, flag her down and tell her I miss her terribly. Terribly.
Godspeed!
Good times had for a couple of hours. Then it got breezy and we got the hell out. These are the kinds of things that we in the NYC area wait 9 months out of the year for. There's nothing better than this anywhere. I mean that. Anywhere.
(mp3) A Sunny Day in Glasgow - C'mon, from the Scribble Mural Comic Journal LP
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The show, which last year moved to the CW network created by the merger of WB and UPN, will air its final episode May 15 at 8 p.m. EDT, CW and producer Warner Bros. Television announced Thursday.
"Gilmore Girls," starring Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledel and created by Amy Sherman-Palladino, "helped define a network and created a fantastic storybook world featuring some of television's most memorable, lovable characters," CW and the studio said in a joint statement.
They thanked fans for their "passionate support" promised to give the show "the send-off it deserves."
Ratings had dipped this season for the series, which lost Sherman-Palladino as its guiding hand because of a contract dispute.
The drama with comic overtones followed the lives of single mom Lorelai Gilmore (Graham) and her equally bright and beautiful daughter as they grew up together, struggled through romances and tried to find their place in the world.
Rapid-fire patter, the series' hallmark, delighted fans but took a toll on its cast.
"Getting the language perfect requires a number of takes that you might not have on another show," Graham told The Associated Press in January 2006.
"It's just a lot of work -- 13, 14 hours door to door. I've missed weddings, I've missed babies being born. I'm not complaining, because of what it has brought me, but I would be ready for a different balance."
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, good night,
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, adieu,
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.
Godspeed!
Thanks to the lovely girlfriend Karen, I'm posting this. Apparently the Cary Tennis column on Salon.com is attempting to answer the age-old question of "what does a former hipster become? why?" Observe:
After college the indie-rocker and I moved to Williamsburg, Brooklyn (before it exploded of course), and I learned to appreciate grit and dives and PBRs and irony. But still, I was a nerd.
While living there I hated Williamsburg because I always felt judged. I hated walking down the street in my dorky clothes with my dorky gait and my dorky smile. And I had no creative, impressive job to justify my presence there. I didn't meet too many people. I became miserable. Eventually the indie rocker and I broke up and I moved to a less hip part of Brooklyn, a part where people do their own laundry and where the sidewalk is not a fashion parade. In this new neighborhood I don't feel self-conscious when I walk to buy groceries.
The breakup meant the end of a lot of friendships, and I felt like I had to start from scratch. The people I've since made friends with are sweet-natured and forgiving of nerdiness-- that is to say, they are not hipsters. I also have a new job working with some of the kindest people I've ever encountered, and I've been dating a caring and considerate gentleman.
I think that I should be happy to be in more comfortable surroundings, yet I feel so dissatisfied. I go to my job with my wonderful co-workers, and I judge them for listening to Coldplay. I judge my kindhearted friends for not having dark-rimmed glasses and Vans. I judge my neighborhood for not having galleries, or the right ZIP code.
After another 300 words or so of blah blah blah, Tennis responds with a grand, 500+ word response/anecdote/life lesson for those of us so inclined with narcissism that we haven't seen the leaves before the trees. Catch up on the fate of the affair here.
Now, I would have something really obnoxious to say about this whole thing, but to be honest, I'm exhausted. I had a horrible night of no sleep last night and couldn't really give a shit to expound on this from my own conceited mouth. Instead, what do you all think? Read the whole thing and come back to me, would you?
(mp3) Nada Surf - Popular, from the High/Low LP
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So here you go. The lovely girlfriend turned 25 last weekend (not this past one, however) and we celebrated (this PAST weekend) by putting on a murder mystery party to the them of Project Runway, the famed Bravo TV program with more drama than any episode of Inside the Actor's Studio. Our party didn't have as much drama, but you get the idea. At least I got to rock a neck tat complements of the lovely girlfriend and some appropriately applied eyeliner penciling.
(mp3) Misfits - Halloween, from the Legacy of Brutality LP
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I haven't had this much fun at a show in a very very very long time. Not to mention seeing the lovely girlfriend Karen slam dancing with the masses. It was INSANE. We didn't show up for Dynamite Arrows, but from what I heard from others at the show, I didn't miss anything major. Professor Murder was awesome, like what would happen if The Rapture and Hot Chip date-raped a girl and she gave birth to those 4 guys. In other words, go listen to A Certain Ratio and pretend they just came out. There you go. It was quite the "new rave" experience. ANYWAYS, we saw Ryan Schreiber there at the show before Prof. Murder, but lost him during Matt & Kim (Ed.: the culture of me's good friend Jessica thinks you're hot in a major way. Dig?). Oh well. I know I was harsh in a previous post about Schreiber moving to Brooklyn, but I feel bad. So, welcome to the nabe...
Godspeed!
SOLD OUT!!!
16+
doors: 9:00
Matt and Kim
Professor Murder
Dynamite Arrows
Bodies will be a-shaking. Lovely girlfriend will def be a-surfing. The culture of me will be a-representing. Smile for the cameras, kids.
Check back in the a.m. for the full photographic evidence. I'm sure it'll be a sweaty mess of a time.
Godspeed!
You didn't think I'd NOT post something about this, did you??
God(I love you)speed!
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