KGB

April 29, 2010

New theme and posts over at the KGB Poetry Press.  I’m sure you can look forward to Kyle’s addition sometime tomorrow.  Mine is up a bit early due to the Valborg celebrations going on tomorrow here in Sweden.  Actually, today is what they call “Kvalborg,” a little play on words — the Swedish word “kval” meaning “qualify.”  Basically, today is considered the qualifier match for tomorrow’s celebration.  It’s a whole day of pre-gaming tomorrow’s festivities which already include a champagne breakfast and, if weather permits, carboard boat races.  Skies are a little cloudy today, but I’m sure a little cloud cover’s never stopped a Swede.  If it did, this country would have shut down long ago.  Wish me luck.

Listening to: If I Had A Heart, Fever Ray


And now,

April 29, 2010

For something completely different, the latest music video from director Eric Wareheim, HEALTH’s “We Are Water.”  I must warn you to really consider what you’re doing before you press play.  The music is great, the video disturbing.

EDIT: As you can see from the minimalist commentary, I’m not trying to play critic so much as librarian.  Just getting the absurdity out to the people.

Listening to: Alice Practice, Crystal Castles


This Is How I Feel Today

April 27, 2010

So I’ve been sick.  And working on a take-home exam for the past few days (more like staring at the prompts then drifting off into a nap).  But today I was awoken by the sun, and I had the energy to go outside.  And even get a pretty good chunk of that exam out of the way.  Sure my head’s a little cloudy, but something’s stirring in this sick heart of mine.  So I wrote a little instrumental ditty.

Listening to: Birdhouse In Your Soul, They Might Be Giants


Buh, bluh.

April 25, 2010

I’m sick.  Buh.  But on the plus side, I’ve got a few pictures from this last week to show how life seemingly revolves around my computer.  Even now, ensnared by infection’s grubby fingers, I hear the computer’s call.  Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Computer R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Listening to: Pale Horses, Moby


I’m not Pitchfork.

April 24, 2010

I’ve been listening to Moby again lately.  I don’t know how I missed this, but apparently David Lynch directed the music video for the first single off Moby’s 2009 release, Wait For Me.  I know this isn’t exactly “news,” but this isn’t Pitchfork and I’m not trying to be cutting edge.  I’m just sharing a killer video.

Listening to: [see above]


Camera excessively obscura.

April 23, 2010

Today during my rounds of the internet I came across a wildly interesting artist, Wayne Martin Belger.  He builds unique pinhole cameras specifically for the things he’s shooting.  A couple of them are made out of skulls.  Human skulls.  If your mind isn’t sufficiently blown yet, just check out his website: Boy of Blue Industries.  Some of his work is maybe a bit morbid, but it’s pretty durned interesting, too.

Listening to: O God I have a Canoe, Drakkar Sauna


You! The one who is moving now.

April 23, 2010

The other day I stumbled across a wonderful clip from Everything is Terrible, one of the best sources for terrible on the internet.  This one was from a Star Trek TNG interactive video board game.  There’s not really much else I can say about it other than I wish I owned this game.

Anyway, last night I had an interesting discussion with my corridormate Mar about living inside the internet.  With Facebook beating even Google at the internet, it looks like that living experience is turning social.  Mar and I commiserated about what a terrible thing this is.  Facebook is a direct bastardization of Dunbar’s number.  People just aren’t supposed to have so many friends.  Which is why if I have to move to the internet, I’m moving to EiT, or maybe Reddit.  Either way, somewhere terrible.

Here are some pictures from last night:

Also featured in last night’s awesome fika is Jack, our corridor’s very own Italian.  He’s helping me make sushi tonight.  Sometimes he claims that his English isn’t so good, but he knows words like “awesome” and “rad,” so he can’t be doing too badly.

Listening to: Treehouse, I’m from Barcelona