Saturday, March 19, 2011

Paul is Barefoot

If there is a time when I can declare myself the biggest The Beatles fan, it happens during this song. If there is a piece of short animation that inspires me to want to learn how to use Flash!, it is seen here . If there is a singular experience so suave and agreeable that it makes you feel a’ight, it would be in your best interest to jump in head first. Good stuff, man. Good stuff.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

I'm a (unaware) Copycat

Exhibit A:
ManCalledSun's (under the current moniker of "Doctor Jones") July '09 Mixtape Cover


Exhibit B:
Melt Banana's Teeny Shiny album cover


Whoops.
I thought the mixtape cover looked vaguely familiar... *shrugging emoticon*

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Laughing at Laughing

I thought this was hilarious 20 years ago, and still do today. Quality stuff.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Notes from Contemporary Non-Fiction workshop

- Personal essays don't have to be about personal experience
- Free from objective parameters of academic writing
- Seizing opportunities to describe stuff
- Themes that are inherent in the situation
- Walking up to the door and then doing an about-face
- Explore something by looking at something else
- Stick to the personal experience to negotiate the politics of the essay
- The painter stops smelling fumes after a while
- It could easily be crap
- Entertainment-to-truth spectrum
- A piece heightened by the literal gravity
- The unbalance between whats offered and what could be offered
- ... so that the reader knows that you'll meet him in the middle somewhere
- The application of all things
- Less 'taking care of it' and more of 'existing within it'
- Blunt Fashion
- It's a big step, but not in her world
- A TV interviewee looking into the wrong camera
- Modulated imagery
- Understanding the merit of an experience
- David Foster Wallace-ise it

Friday, March 4, 2011

As the London Lamps Do - March 2011 BRR Mixtape Brigade


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=11DY31CS

But first let me gaze at this solitary figure, who come hitherward with a tin lantern, which throws a circular pattern of its punched holes on the ground about him. He passes fearlessly into the unknown gloom, whither I will not follow him... He fears not the dreary path before him, because his lantern, which was kindled at the fireside of his home, will light him back to that same fire again. And thus we, night-wanderers through a stormy and dismal world, if we bear the lamp of Faith, enkindled at a celestial fire, it will surely lead us home to that Heaven whence its radiance was borrowed.

Nathaniel Hawthorne