Archive - Feb 2008

Okay let's get the props out of the way first. I went all the way to Toronto yesterday for one night only to watch Veda Hille play a set in support of her new album "This Riot Life". It was incredible amazing, awesome, out of sight, (eloquence is key there). Fabulous, so much fun, Wow! Also The Fits who I had never seen live opened, and they and their cunning and putschy costumes made lines like "I'd rather be a mushroom than a shoe" really shine.

If you have the opportunity to see a live show that involves VEDA HILLE in any respect go for it. Even if she is just standing off-side holding a sign that says "I am a palm tree", or handing out wet-wipes, just having her in the room brings the arty-party. You will have the time of your life. I swear.

Disclaimer: I went to meet some friends for drinks.The drinks ended earlier then I wanted to, and now I am lying on my back half-pissed typing into my lap. So yeah, don't hate.

Mary Hodder posted about this article, and was quite critical of it's placement in the Fashion section of the New York Times. "Sorry, Boys, This Is Our Domain" is about young ladies who make pretty stuff for the web. Hodder's point was that technologists who are men, usually get listed in Section like Business, and uh yeah, Technology.

Yes this might have something to do with the fact that I let the battery die on my point and shoot.

Technical notes: Reasons to love crappy phone cam. 1/ No depth perception, flattens everything into texture. 2/ Makes light into a shiny miasma.

You'll hear more about one of these Daddies
further on..

Well, so I think it's safe to say that I am suffering from some seasonal depression, I mean, who isn't? It's February the month so fucking depressing they made some idiotic holiday smack in the middle to celebrate love. Why?? Because it's at times like this that a person feels about as far from love that they need a set of grappling hooks just to work their way back up to tolerance.

Or maybe I am only speaking for myself here?

Anyways, the point being that I am going to throw about 150% of my creative talents towards this ass-kicking post/music/image diary to try and bring a little culture to the fact that if the snow doesn't fucking melt soon allowing me to go on a nice long bike ride, the little aparratchnik at the boot repair store is going to wish he hadn't even begun to mess with me.