Saturday, December 17, 2011

Still Alive For You, Love

You will forgive a law student who was until recently under severe reading-and-exam-induced duress for being late to this party, but I just recently picked up Bon Iver's latest self-titled album released earlier this year. Having consumed "For Emma, Forever Ago" earlier in the summer, this purchase has long been pending. The album is more grower than shower but it is on its face a musical and lyrical triumph: beautiful in shape and sound. I could have picked any song off the album to talk about, especially the tragically gorgeous, Grammy-nominated, and Christmas-appropriate "Holocene," but the album's first track "Perth" is the one that has really captured my imagination. Give it a listen, and within seconds of hearing that warm, low-tone, reverbed clean guitar riff you'll be gutted. I want to meet Justin Vernon and hug him for this riff alone. I cannot tell you how many times I've put these chords together in an attempt to convey a feeling of muted and weary perseverance in the midst of profound sadness only to fall just short (and I've come really close). And here is Vernon, succeeding where I failed, adding in those elegant hammer and pull-offs and creating such evocative dissonance. I have a feeling I'll be spinning this album for a while.





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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Rick Perry Swears He's Not Desperate Or Anything

I have watched this 30 second spot over and over again and each time I marvel at how effortlessly Perry manages to harmonize pitch perfect tones of aw shucks Christianness and unadulterated contempt for the gay. Just watch him say the word "gays" with the accompanying hand gesture. It's like he's discarding an old towel that's all moldy and damp with gay. Another home-run from a campaign that's made some legitimately fantastic ads this primary season.

Hell, I'd start passing out pipin' hot Christmas season Jesus Juice too if my numbers looked like this. Luckily for the gays and the rest of America, I don't think we'll be seeing the likes of Presnin' Perry anytime soon. But speaking of those poll numbers, remember this guy? Yeah, called it.



UPDATE: Second City FTW



UPDATER TO THE UPDATE: I promise you will laugh at this.



Via The Clearly Dope.

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Monday, December 5, 2011

Me, Every Day



Four exams. Two weeks. Leggo.

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Friday, December 2, 2011

Remember Who You Are

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After nearly a decade and a half, I finally re-watched. This time, little sis, who at the ripe old age of 14 had still neglected to see this movie (a travesty for which I feel partly responsible, though I primarily place blame on Disney's ridiculous "vault" practice), watched with me. How many times did I cry you ask? Three times! Oh you didn't ask?

h/t Tastefully Offensive

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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Story Of My Childhood

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When I was a youngling I was too afraid to sleep in my own bedroom, so I doubled up with big sis till I was seven. Okay eight. OKAY. Nine. The main reason for my debilitating fear is acutely depicted above. That and the recurring nightmare that a witch would break into my room at night and rip off my comforter while cackling in witch-like fashion. That was it really, I never got further than that in my mind without whimpering into a catatonic coma. Alright who I am kidding, I'm still deathly afraid of this happening to me as a grown man.

h/t Tastefully Offensive

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