July 2009
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ninefruits:
howdiabolical:
Two Weeks by Grizzly...
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Girl Reveals Rape Live On-Air →
heute-und:
Everyone give Kyle and Jackie-O a round of applause for finding the new low that none of us could have imagined was possible.
Bravo, dickheads.
Let’s get these fuckwits off the air.
At this rate I’m going to have to simultaneously tag all my Australia-themed posts with ‘expat material’.
Over Summer
ponymalta:
Things I’m looking forward to about fall:
New address
A return to coats, tights, scarves and boots
School, my natural habitat
Having a transit pass again
Hot beverages of the coffee variety
Sleepovers that keep you toasty rather than uncomfortably warm
Things I’m looking forward to about living in Vancouver
Reliable night-time transit
All you can eat sushi
T&T steamed...
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“I didn’t begin as a reporter at my school paper (was rejected, actually) or an...”
– Ezra Klein, explaining correctly why bloggers often provide better insight and analysis than traditional reporters (via jeffmiller) (via asprettyasasong) (via somethingchanged)
1001 Things I Hate #1: Men Who Tell Me To Smile →
Don’t do this. Don’t tell women to smile. No woman has ever said to another woman, “Smile!” But yet, countless times, I’ve been told by a man, “Smile!” or worse, “What’s the matter, Sweetie? Smile!” What gives you the right? I’m not a puppy. I know it might make you uncomfortable, Dude on the Elevator. You walked on, saw a chick, made a paltry attempt at flirting, and I didn’t respond. This is...
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The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly...
quartertosleep:
You wake an hour, half an hour, and ten minutes before time, fearing your new alarm clock won’t ring. It is, in fact, most effective.
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“I must write with more love, no matter the restraint so much a part of my...”
– chimurenga library: Revue Noire (via igather)
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Watchp-perez:
The Death Of Music Criticism, Or How Crowd-Sourcing Killed Indie Rock
Christopher R. Weingarten (@1000TimesYes) - Music Writer, RollingStone.com and Village Voice at The 140 Characters Conference in New York. June 16, 2009
I’ve watched and written about this video before, but ever since then I have re-watched it over again, and I’ve realised this short speech really does hit home the...
Melbourne ily. You and your tiny laneways and hip kids with assymetrical hair and your $3 cocktails and your crazy Ethiopian men screaming abuse; at some point I decided to take something away to remember the city by, but since this thought occurred while on a rooftop bar at 1am, it meant I brazenly strolled out of the bar with a tea cosy, punch glass and a single chopstick stuffed in my bag. And...
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“But the absence of women from recent, mainstream rock music is troubling. I want...”
– John Gunders, Where were all the sisters? — The Memes of Production. It’s an interesting point, and one I wish he’d expanded on a little more in this article.
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ladybands:
The Gossip - Standing in the Way of...
Lady Bands is now a-happenin' →
Being a tumblr that celebrates the ladies in the music industry, I think this is pretty self-explanatory! If you want to get involved, I’ll need the email address you used to join tumblr to add you to the group; send them my way and we’ll be sweet.
Also!
I’ll be in Melbourne for a week! This is very exciting, ninefruits and I will probably go on an Ethopian food odyssey and maybe while hunting for Vietnamese food in Footscray I will get stabbed and expire. Anyway, if any other locals want to meet up for awkward fleshly encounters of the platonic kind, please email me and I’m sure we can work something out.
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I am very, very close to creating a group tumblr called ladybands and posting stuff about, you know, bands with the people with the vaginas in them. Anyone else interested?
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Female Hottest 100
nohemy:
Since females were so overlooked in the Hottest 100 I am doing a little poll on a forum I post on.
What would be your vote?
I am asking people to email me in their vote for the top 5 songs with a lead female vocalist and thought I may extend the vote to tumblr as well.
(via okayjokesover)
Ahhhh thank you! I’ve been grumbling about this since yesterday. Keeping in the JJJ...
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laundromat:
Sufjan Stevens - Chicago (Live @...
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“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that....”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via meaghano, somethingchanged)
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I want a name for the state
fiddlersgreen:
Of knowing that everything you write, do or become at this undiscernible point in this ongoing phase is just a rough draft, an x-ray, a sketch, an in-between, the irrhythmical flickering before dark becomes light. And with this knowing an accompanying acceptance of this state because you are patient and you can wait, even if you feel no one else can or will.
Let me name this.
...
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The thing is
thecurvature:
most of us feminists know well enough that when an anti-choice man comes into a pro-choice woman’s space and tell her that she’s wrong on the subject of her own reproductive rights, there is, no matter his phrasing, nothing “polite” or “reasoned” about what he is doing. Most of us feminists know perfectly well that the man is still arguing that the woman, the woman to whom he is...
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What my copy editor taught me →
Helene had no literary theories — she had literary values. She valued clarity and transparency. She had nothing against style, if it didn’t distract from the material. Her blue pencil struck at redundancy, at confusion, at authorial vanity, at the wrong and the false word, at the unearned conclusion. She loved good writing, therefore she loved the reader: good writing did not cause the reader...
…there was growing inside me a realization that my condition was not a disease but a nature. How could I not feel estranged? I was a reader. My nature had been waiting for me all along, and now it welcomed me. All of a sudden I became aware of how very hungry I was to construct and inhabit an imagined world. The hunger felt like a loneliness of which I’d been dying. How could I have thought that...
“Here’s my challenge. Right now, put aside 100 hours over this summer. Do it right now, in your head. Put that time aside. 100 hours. 8 hours a week for the next 12 weeks. One hour a day, or one working day a week. It’s one summer out of your entire life, it’s nothing. Okay, you’ve got that 100 hours? Now for the next two days, go to talks and start conversations with people you don’t know, and...
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There’s something to be said about watching sunshowers from an office cubicle. The sunlight washes out and sets the crowns of eucalyptus trees glowing, and the rain is so soft it’s like the individual drops are dancing in the breeze. From my spot at a fourth-storey window I feel as if I’m looking down a very airy waterfall, while the resulting mist fades from view somewhere in...
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“People say I ‘discovered’ or ‘made’ certain bands, but I never really think of...”
– Peel Unplugged. (via slightly)
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Persepolis: 2.0 →
The graphic novel, available in its entirety online or in PDF, reimagines Marjane Satrapi’s graphic novel Persepolis, and places the characters in modern but no-less politically tumultuous Iran.
From the website: Since the Revolution in 1979, Iranians have coped with an increasingly repressive regime. Attempts for greater social and political freedoms have resulted in brutal crackdowns by the...
“The worker who sleeps with BlackBerry within touching distance, the girl sitting...”
– today’s paper (via titlepage)
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s...”
– Jodi Picoult (via atoms, normanbates, unicornology, fiddlersgreen)
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Roald Dahl (and Hemingway) on writing
“One of the vital things for a writer who’s writing a book, which is a lengthy project and is going to take about a year, is how to keep the momentum going. It is the same with a young person writing an essay. They have got to write four or five or six pages. But when you are writing for a year, you go away and have to come back. I never come back to a blank page; I always finish about...
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"The Not-So-Hidden Politics of Class Online": a... →
Trying not to quote the entire thing was difficult.
In many ways, the Internet is providing a next generation public sphere. Unfortunately, it’s also bringing with it next generation divides. The public sphere was never accessible to everyone. There’s a reason that the scholar Habermas talked about it as the bourgeois public sphere. The public sphere was historically the domain of...
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Interviewer: How about you, do you think you will last in people's memories?
Billy the Kid: I'll be with the world till she dies.
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Lester Bangs Audio Interview →
roamin:
Boing Boing/Richard Metzger
“In 1975, when I was nine years old, I discovered Lou Reed from reading about him in CREEM magazine. It was probably the very first rock magazine that I ever bought. The article, titled “Let Us Now Praise Famous Death Dwarves”really captured my young attention. It was the coolest thing I’d ever read. The author, Lester Bangs, conjured up a spectacularly...
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and again from norweigan wood
There just happen to be people like that. They’re blessed with this marvellous talent, but they can’t make the effort to systematise it. They end up squandering it in little bits and pieces. I’ve seen my share of people like that. At first you think they’re amazing. Like, they can sight-read some terrifically difficult piece and do a damn good job playing it all the way...
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I wish I’d read Norweigan Wood a year ago when I needed it most, rather than at the tail end of a deeply frustrating period of personal growth.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That’s the world of hicks and slobs. Real people would be ashamed of themselves doing that.
The years nineteen and twenty are a...
