Pitchfork's 6-angle DIY music video
Pitchfork's POV Concert Series has me thumping the desk as I marvel at its awesomeness. The simultaneous streams allow users to switch between six camera angles, essentially creating a personalized experience that is part music video, part front-row seating.
I am at once thrilled (with its plethora of members, Broken Social Scene is the perfect band for this format) and terrified (whither the video editor??).
And, yes, I just used "awesomeness" and "plethora" in a blog post. Lip balm?
I am at once thrilled (with its plethora of members, Broken Social Scene is the perfect band for this format) and terrified (whither the video editor??).
And, yes, I just used "awesomeness" and "plethora" in a blog post. Lip balm?
New Ford Explorer, still my worst nightmare
So Ford made a social media splash today by introducing their completely redesigned Explorer via timed releases on Facebook. Although I admire their approach, I still see a gas-guzzling behemoth that will flatten me and my bike (or even me and my imaginary environmentally friendly car -- a tin can by comparison). Despite the fact that I'm an active Facebook user, I guess I'm still not part of their target audience.
Waxing poetic about the form of what appears to be a Range Rover knockoff seems incongruous with a platform characterized by organic messaging. Maybe if they pitched the Fiesta instead?
Waxing poetic about the form of what appears to be a Range Rover knockoff seems incongruous with a platform characterized by organic messaging. Maybe if they pitched the Fiesta instead?
Re-revisiting Upstairs at Eric's
While poking fun at a '90s cover band at a recent meetup, I tried to gauge the age of the guy with whom I was chatting (btw, so nice to meet you; call me). I alluded to how I attended '80s parties back in my college days, “you know, when it was cool.” I’m not sure the reference hit the mark. This was before the resurgence of booties, goomies, and tunics, when the promise of "Come on, Eileen" and "Bizarre Love Triangle" did not elicit bouts of over-played nausea.
During this time, I bought Yaz's Upstairs at Erics, much to the befuddlement of my internship boss, who remembered it from high school. The album includes the hit, "Only You," which I knew as a camp song tune, but there's also the timeless "Bad Connection" and synth-heavy melodrama of "Goodbye Seventies." As I listen again, 10 years later, I hear shades of Discovery, MGMT, and Passion Pit, and the album is as relevant as ever. The '90s covers, on the other hand, could have stayed where they were.
one-way phone conversations, Chicago
Did you sleep?
Go back to sleep, and I'll wake you in a little bit.
--Our cabdriver, to his son, making plans to watch the pre-dawn filming of Transformers 3 on Michgan ave.
Just tell 'em to put it in play mode.
Relax, don't worry about it. Just tell 'em to put it in play mode, and you'll be fine.
Man on the "L," presumably to his kid who was about to embark on video game playing with some trepidation.
Impressions from Chicago
Kind of like New York, except the people are nice.
The question isn't what *are* we going to do today...
driven by fun, loving this
When I saw the facebook URL at the end, I was initially disappointed to find that this was part of a branding campaign and not a spontaneous display of German ingenuity. But then I thought, "who cares?" If VW's cash enables stuff like this to happen, I'm all for it. We still smile, they get the desired branding effect, everyone wins.
Coupe du monde finale
Bastille Day celebration. The crowd favors Spain.
Candy freaks, rejoice!
In Candy Freak, Steve Almond's homage to those of us with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with certain types of candy, the author referenced the Kit Kat Dark, which briefly graced the shelves of America before disappearing into the ether.
For years, I scanned the candy aisle in vain, searching for this dark unicorn, discovering lesser gems like dark M&Ms, Raisinettes, and Reeses cups along the way.
Last night, I did Almond proud, emitting what he would call a freak-like squeak when I stumbled across the fabled KKD in my local Walgreens. I thought about buying the whole box, but stuck to the 3/$2 special. Knowing that a scoop of Christina's Taza 80% dark lay in my future, this freak maintained some decorum.
For years, I scanned the candy aisle in vain, searching for this dark unicorn, discovering lesser gems like dark M&Ms, Raisinettes, and Reeses cups along the way.
Last night, I did Almond proud, emitting what he would call a freak-like squeak when I stumbled across the fabled KKD in my local Walgreens. I thought about buying the whole box, but stuck to the 3/$2 special. Knowing that a scoop of Christina's Taza 80% dark lay in my future, this freak maintained some decorum.
Final dispatch from July 4
July 4, 2010 from Skinny Girl Phat on Vimeo.
Scenes from Independence Day weekend in Marblehead and Boston, MA
