Wednesday, December 31, 2008
michael chabon - the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay
jay mcinerney - bright lights, big city
neutral milk hotel
the utne reader
now, i've heard of mos def and have seen most of michel gondry's films, but i obviously don't have enough working knowledge of them to declare, "i'm white and i like them." So, this will be my project until I go back to Graduate School (#81 on the list).
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Kodachrome / Mabellene [Live Album Version] - Simon & Garfunkel
I gave my mom this CD for christmas and it's been playing on repeat at my parents house all christmas day. bright eyes did a version that i found on some music site. he said that they sing it a lot on the bus on tour. i hope to see connor oberst in concert before he OD's.
out shopping with sharon last week, i found some glitter pants like this at express. i haven't shopped at express since high school and forgot that they are very good for ridiculous club (as in, dance) wear. unfortunately the pants were $50. i'm going to the florida keys with my family in two days and will hopefully hit up the same thrift store across the street that i bought my other ridiculous glitter items at. wish me luck.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Boyz-N-the-Hood - Eazy-e
I seem to remember another version of this song and learning the lyrics when I was in 6th grade (even though I had never heard the song). I did the same thing in 4th grade to Oasis' 'Wonderwall' - even though I had never heard the song. What a poser.
Anyways, didn't some white kid 90s band do a cover of this? Offspring?
Boyz-N-The Hood - Dynamite Hack
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Brooklyn (We Go Hard) (CLEAN) - Jay-Z Ft. Santogold
things worth discussing:
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
I heard this on the This American Life episode "Music Lessons"
Thursday, December 11, 2008
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Well, the dreads are coming along. I put absolutely no work into my hair, and I think it's all coming along quite nicely. They are noticable enough for people to see that there is something going on, but I wouldn't say that I have full-fledged anything. It's a hot mess.
The reason I wanted to write up an updated report was because of something interesting I have noticed in regards to how guys have been treating me since I started growing them. I would say there has been a 2/3 increase in the amount of guys who chat me up in public since the dreads started in late September. Having discussed this with my roommates and my mom, there have been a couple theories as to why:
Allie's theory #1: it's the sexy, just-got-out-of-bed look.
Allie's theory #2: it's edgy and rebellious looking, guys dig that.
Mom's theory: it's not the hair at all, but my skin is clearer and guys dig that.
My theory: I like the way I look with the dreads and that projects a positive attitude.
I think the truth resides more in Allie's theory #2 because a guy started chatting me up in the dairy section of Global Foods last night and I was just as awkward as I was pre-dreads.
I'd love to do a sunday school lesson on Twitter. However, I feel like most of the time when people show videos like this the point is to laugh and shake our heads at how absurd and sad the rest of the world is. Instead I want to identify what is so human about things like Twitter and what people are wanting out of it - really wanting out of it. The idea of Twitter does sound kind of absurd and sad. As the video states, Twitter is there to fill the gaps between email and blog postings. The question of Twitter is "What are you doing?" Twitter exists, it says, to tell people who care about you what you are doing.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
For my youth ministry class at seminary, I have to do a final project on a "problem" in youth ministry. I think I am going to study cutting. A few of the girls that I work with at my youth group do it and as far as I can tell, it serves the same purpose as alcohol abuse: numbing and escape.
Monday, December 8, 2008
To “flesh out” an idea is to give it substance, as a sculptor adds clay flesh to a skeletal armature. To “flush out” a criminal is to drive him or her out into the open. The latter term is derived from bird-hunting, in which one flushes out a covey of quail. If you are trying to develop something further, use “flesh”; but if you are trying to reveal something hitherto concealed, use “flush.”
I finally saw 'Twilight' yesterday with a high school sophomore girl I know. This scene is my favorite but it is horribly bootlegged. Analysis: the acting was on par with a Lifetime movie, but I'm a sucker for any superhero-esque movie where the heroes take delight in their own awesomeness - like in this scene. Oh, and Edward is hot only because of the way he smiles at Bella - it's like he understands her better than anyone else.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
William Miller: Well, it was fun.
Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.
William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.
Lester Bangs: That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I'm glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I'm always home. I'm uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world if what we share with someone else when we're uncool.
William Miller: I feel better.
Lester Bangs: My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
This is when I lean down and cup my hands and whisper to my heart in my chest, to where the Holy Spirit lives, "Hey, I'm reading about you."
Sometimes I wonder if we have really exhausted the various heresies we could believe in. There are so many heresies possible. I'm in seminary, these are the things I think about. First let's go over some of the classic heresies:
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I've been thinking lately about what is like for Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin to be married to each other. Neither talk about each other in interviews or appear much together in paparazzi pictures. In fact, there is so little public interaction that the nasty tabloids have speculated about the health of their marriage. But that's not what I'm talking about.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Viva la Hova - a mash-up of Coldplay and Jay-Z (no particular albums, just random songs). Download it here. From what I've listened to so far, the focus is on Jay-Z and Chris Martin comes in as a compressed high-pitched voice (think of the samples of female voices like in that Twista song) and the supposed Coldplay backbeats are hardly recognizable. I prefer the Grey Album.
I was listening to this song on my fave radio station today, 89.1 The Wood, Lindenwood University's radio station. I've listened to this song before and I think owned it at one point (Napster probably). I had always assumed that Rufus was talking about how monogamous he was, being openly gay. But after listening closely there's another story. If I ever gave a talk at Krew about selfishness or the necessity of depending on others I think I would use this song. Rufus is so great.