Who PvvN3z who?

Let's continue to blog persoblog. So I moved last month and yesterday I finally unpacked all the shit I've had in boxes since I was an undergrad. I found out a lot about myself because, FYI, we actually live in a this dystopic, one dimensional, consumer driven capatilist society WHICH BLIZZZOWS because it robs us of the beauty of our humanity, and relegates our selfhoods to a list of commodities. But, like this boy became a man, ownership has recently become pvvn3rship, and we now have the critical tools to tear away the veil of Maya which is TOTAL BULLSHIT if you want to know. What I'm trying to say is: let's take a look at some of the crap I'm embarrassed to own.
1.
Where would "favorite movies" on Friendster be without you, Donnie Darko? Certainly not continuing to dominate the web and 21st Century social interaction.
2.
You keep your "bling bling" and your Britney Spears, and have a good time at your frat parties and then your bullshit corporate job where all you do is colonialism corporations corporations president Bush Starbucks cargo pants. I'll be busy feeling pretty and weak...AND CRYING. WHAT?!!
3.
oOOooOoohhh yYeeEEaaHHhh!!11!!!!!!!! I actually still wear these everyday. Talk to Snoop Dogg about it if you wanna judge.

fave txt of the day

"URGENT FACEBOOK OVRRIDE: U KNO GAY TALESE?"

Angels of History

The most powerful part of last week's Gossip Girl was the ending, in which [spoiler alert!], as Blair and Dan playfully banter in the background about the collapse of socialism, Serena delivers a monologue revealing that she has been living with AIDS for five years, and then tells us we are all fabulous.

the Patriarchy is cracking me up over here

If I've said it once, I've said it hundreds of thousands of times: the hierarchy of funniest people goes
1) Middle-aged men (happy)
2) Middle-aged men (divorced)
3) Kind middle-aged lesbians with can-do attitudes
4) 11 year olds who act like they really have their shit together

So anyway, in my keeping up with media coverage of the epic battle between MySpace and Facebook (see: epic battle between fun parties with your cool friends and boring houses filled with everyone you went to high school with. Who's gonna win?) I came across this quote from straight-up Tom:

"He called me once and couldn't log in for some reason. I was trying to help him over the phone, saying, 'Type this. Type that. What do you see on your screen?' And he says, 'It says, 'Welcome John.' And I'm like, 'John? Why does it say John?' and he says [affecting his own version of the deep, slightly cranky voice], 'I don't use my real name on MySpace.'"

Guess who "He" is...

Guuuuessss...

It's
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Rupert Murdoch couldn't get onto his MySpace so he called Tom, and then accidentily spilled the beans that he has a secret account and his myspace alias is "John."

!!!!!!!!!!!

LO...LO..OM...JOHN...L...LOL
I don't even know where to go from here

Old white men, you've done it again. My day is made. You had me from "Hello. Hello, hi, I founded Western civilization"

The Internet? Let's just get rush tickets to RENT

You can't keep Gen-X down

Here's another way to make a zine: fold a piece of paper into get a blog.

And then this reminded me of a video zine (Remember?) but it turns out it's from 2006.

This is what happens when you search "cool music" on Yahoo!. ZING! This reminded me 1) of watching "Reality Bites" with a girl who made me not talk 2) Getting a free AIDS test w/my lover (dreads over here) and 3) a lot of situations I've hated being in. This one starts with
college friend: my co-worker David is having a BBQ you should totally come. You'd really like him.
me: Oh fer sher. What's his deal?
cf: He's in a band and his friends are all like *cRaZy* artists
me: Oh cool
cf: It's, like, an alt-country band. They're pretty big.
me: great
cf: But it's like..He has an MFA and he writes poetry so ...
me: Wow. Great.
cf: And I'm gonna go ahead and let you know he's like 35+
me: I'm still excited about the poetry
cf: Yeah, he published a collection. It's called "Actual Air."
me: Beautiful. That's beautiful. "Actual Air." Shivers.
cf: Sometimes he does ironic Britney Spears covers..if HE GETS DRUNK ENOUGH!!!!
me: I really think the world needs that right now
both: LET'S GET READY TO NOT REALLY HAVE THAT MUCH FUUUU-UUUUNNN

dreams come true

I mean actual dreams, not hopes.


I know you're sick of me non-stop blowing your mom mind with the probe of my questions, but am I the only one who feels like the virtual world is trying as hard as it can to look exactly like my dream imagination? This 10 minutes of Newt Gingrich might as well be 10 minutes of shitting on Michel Gondry [watch as the shit turns into giant hands and the ten minutes are actually made of hand crafted paper now the hands are TINY]. It's so dreamy and confusing, and then it turns out to be almost a real thing. It also highlights how Washington DC also looks a lot like my imagination. Sweetness and light, friends. Its time is coming once more, all around us, forever.

5...6...7...8...RELATIONSHIPS!

If you've noticed the stench of death all over the blog lately, you've probably surmised that Liz and my's relationship is on the rocks. Between school and school, not having families, not having a job and not ever having had a job, life for these co-bloggers can get pretty stressful, and we all know the toll that takes on blogs. So, Liz and I did what all couples do to reignite the spark and bellow it into a hot flame of clever cultural critique and "lovemaking": COUPLES DANCE WORKSHOPS
We prepared a piece with our choreographer, Michael, that says in the universal language of movement (in space): FUCK YOU, BLOG DEATH. OUR LOVE OF THE WORLD LIVES ETERNAL AND OUR UNIQUE PERSEPCTIVE HAS NO WHERE TO GO BUT 'FURTHER CULTIVIATED TOWN,' POPULATION: DEVASTATINGLY ACCURATE, OR AT LEAST VERY HELPFUL IN THE CLARITY OF ITS RENDERING

it is this:


WE BLOG OOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!