Archive of February 2005
Data control
Hate to have to do it, but effective immediately comments will be closed for all posts older than 30 days. This, of course, in an effort to reduce comment spam. I have a blacklist plugin and some other measures snagging most of it before it appears, but lately quite a bit has been slipping through, and I’m sick of mopping it all up every day. Sorry about that, and Hot Flaming Death to Online Poker.
10:25 AM | 0 Comments
I can dig it
Today, Sasha Frere-Jones put up a really neat thing about liking Sonic Youth and growing older:
I can’t judge any of this using my 1988 head, the one that grew like moss around the Daydream Nation cassette and helped produce a collaborative resonance between music and brain that, I still think, melted some things in my head. (This is bad and good: Some mechanisms are permanently burned into the most efficient position while others can no longer swivel and, because of this, I will miss things.) That time is gone.
I suppose it’s really just about getting older, and still liking any sort of Rock Thing that you used to like. It’s been twenty years since I was 18.
10:29 AM | 0 CommentsDamen L Paint
Along the outside railing on the Brown Line Damen L platform, huge chunks of paint peeled away, revealing a sort of archeology of the many layers of graffiti and repainting. Click the photo above to see several more shots in a set I put up on flickr.
05:19 PM | 0 CommentsMan, what a great song
“Lover’s Spit” by Broken Social Scene.
I’ve listened to this about eighteen times in the last twenty-four hours, and who knows how many times in the last few months, and I’m still not sick of it. Not even close. This is the best thing since… I don’t know what. Since “It’s Not Funny Any More”, I guess.
01:13 PM | 0 Comments