here’s a run down of news:

blix calls the pentagon peeps bastards, which probably won’t help the cause much, though there’s probably more truth to it than anyone will admit.

yeah, yeah, sizzler waiter gets pissed the woman is traumatized for life because she can’t get her frickin’ steak on up at the sizzler. i predict: this will cause a whole new epidemic of vandalism and violence amongst waiters who have to wait on assholes and idiots 40 hours a week. it’ll be up there with SARS and monkeypox, fo sho.

you say poet, i say idiot: rumsfeld’s inarticulate rambling is framed as “existential poetry.” what a fuckin’ insult to existentialists.

people huck cork at sosa in his first game back, for good reason, i mean, come on, a corked bat for batting practice? why would sosa need that? it’s no coincidence his return from the dl was accompanied by 9 strikeouts, and then he gets caught with a corked bat. homeboy just wanted something to get his hit parade started up again. maybe i should give him a little more credit and it was an accident, but whatever, my attention span has moved on to….

patriot powers remain unchecked (old stuff, but a new find):

the ACLU notes that trap-and-trace powers have not been limited to terrorism investigations, and have been applied to track Internet use in drug- and fraud-related cases

“What the Patriot Act allows us to do is to go to the FISA court and seek a warrant from a judge to monitor the Internet usage of the target of an investigation,” he said. “It doesn’t authorize the FBI to just go to the Internet and look at who’s looking at what.”

via prison planet.

jets to brazil are going to be a couple blocks away from here on thursday, i’ve been listening to the latest album for a week now, just as a refresher. the heart of the album, tracks 5-8 are the kicker on this, “autumn walker” is a seething eighth time pounder. whatever that means. vanderslice is going to be with jtb on thurs., and daly is going to do rock-drummer point and swing his sticks at cymbals way above his head. i think.

in an ironic choice of words, bush is mad at suicide bombers: “…isolate those who hate so much that they are willing to kill to stop peace.”
from the washpost.

you know, this sounds an awful lot like eric judy and jeremiah green doin’ their thing on the new vvrssnn record, and though i don’t have anything to confirm it (except for the fact that they DO indeed play on the record), i’d put money that it’s them, spreading it out whilst adam (?) adds the sounds. nice stuff, by any means: COEM Out K Hole

a ton of other goodies at the k site, too.

so yeah, an extra long post, because i didn’t post yesterday with no good excuse of why not, i simply ran out of time in the day. that’s not bad though, keeping the new year’s resolution until now. in any case, we sat next to paul verhoeven (of robocop, starship troopers, basic instinct and oh yes, showgirls fame) and phil tippet at the kettle last night and listened to him complain about the set for starship troopers 2 and order a very meticulous dinner (no carbs for v).

james was supposed to come in yesterday, but will be flying in today instead, and boy i bet his arms are gonna be tired.

crap and a half i’m tired.

the cats are going fucking insane. they started out in the closet and elephant just totally lifted his paw high up in the air and just smacked monkey on the back of the head like he was a basketball. yeah, whatever. they’re insane.

so, in spite of my promising new music both friday and today, i have none, because as you can see i’m already up too late to do any uploading, or encoding, or whatever it is you do to get mp3s up on this damn site. i spent my day working on stupid tom and jerry cartoons and then learning me some new flash tricks. jonas and i finished the first draft of the script, which is to go through a massive overhaul soon enough.

the cats are insane.

check out the cex site over at tigerbeat6.com; there’s two live shows from seattle up there, as well as a ton of other stuff that is web exclusive random shite. there’s also a bunch of other neat things over at that site.

i’m going to sleep. apologies for the lack of content today.

don’t ever question my dedication to indie rock. ali and i went and saw the dismemberment plan last night, despite my having to be at work at 6 and my treading the thin line between health and lack-of-sleep induced sickness this week. it was an amazing thing, though, and i felt a little hint of sadness at the fact that this would be the last time i experienced the dismemberment plan in all it’s gyrating goodness.

the thing about the dismemberment plan is their uncanny ability to make a hyper-conscious crowd aware of their own posturing and shedding it. morrison embarrassed the kids slam-dancing (who were really only embarassing themselves), and pleaded them to do their own weird thing, but “just don’t slam-dance, ’cause we’re pussy music. like the postal service.” paraphrased, of course. i give cex the same amount of credit.

and cex. oh, man, cex. to be honest, his freak-out rap floored me for the first few songs, and when i finally got a hold of what he was doing, it just made me smile. really, enon was entirely out of place at this show, not mention goddamn boring, ’cause they did none of the good things cex and the plan did, though i imagine some of the mod-helmet-cut kids were appeased. cex on the other hand is a hell of a showman with a fascinating obsession with the cremaster movies (something about him not being even able to talk about them because it’s like having his head opened up and brain painted on) who does it all (i think) with tongue planted firmly in cheek and smile on his face. enjoying it, as it should be.

and did i mention (as if you didn’t know) that joe easley is a fucking machine on the skins?

anyway, i’m glad i went, even though i feel gross and look like crap today. i haven’t shaved in like two weeks or something, which for most normal people means a beard, but in my case just looks stupid. so feel free to leave a comment about my shaving deficiency. and for god’s sake, do yourself a favor and catch the plan on their way out. tour dates are still coming, check it at dismembermentplan.com.

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ebert loved 2 fast 2 furious. shouldn’t you? the best part is how he sticks it to vin about how badly a man apart sucked by saying this movie is better. ha!

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i’ve got no new music until later today, but expect some for monday fo sho. back to the grind for me.

the new prius will be bluetooth compatible along with a whole slew of other new things.

there’s a ton of eric anderson’s artwork from both rushmore and royal tenenbaums over at wesanderson.org, the navigation is a little confused, but you’ll figure it out eventually. hopefully. if you poke around a little more, you’ll find out that anderson’s new film is titled the life aquatic with steve zissou.

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there’s a new double cd coming out soon from superchunk, here’s the release i got from the superchunk site:

2-CD MARATHON OF SUPERCHUNK EPHEMERA HAS NAME, AND A TRACK-LISTING!

The new compilation of b-sides, singles, comp tracks, and other ephemera (including at least 4 previously unreleased numbers!) is called Cup of Sand, and here’s the track-list for your perusing. Let the second-guessing begin!

Disc One
1 The Majestic
2 Reg
3 Her Royal Fisticuffs
4 The Mine Has Been Returned To Its Original Owner
5 A Small Definition
6 Dance Lessons
7 Basement Life
8 Still Feed Myself
9 Fader Rules
10 Never Too Young To Smoke
11 Detroit Has A Skyline (acoustic)
12 Does Your Hometown Care

Disc Two
13 Beat My Guest
14 With Bells On
15 Clover
16 Sexy Ankles
17 White Noise
18 Thin Air
19 Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
20 1,000 Pounds (duck kee style)
21 The Length of Las Ramblas
22 Becoming A Speck
23 The Hot Break
24 A Collection of Accounts

After delays, last-minute discoveries, and much hemming and hawing, the release date for Cup of Sand is most definitely August 19th.

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there’s more information up on building your on personal video recorder on a linux box. i thought about it for a second, then realized there’s no way my linux box was going to be able to handle video without more memory and a faster processor. with that much work, i’d rather just throw down the cash for a new tivo. anyway, the hot software to run it is mythtv.org.

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that new lucksmiths is really, really good, though i’d have thought even more of it if it were released in fall or winter, and i actually lived some place that experienced the seasons.

flirting does indeed have an immense and obvious affect on rushmore. i can see where anderson has taken up where noah taylor’s character left off, in addition to adding extra, andersonian dimensions to the character in order to make him his own. flirting was good, though not one of those movies that hits you from the beginning and takes you the whole way without stopping– in this way, it reminds me of jaglom’s venice/venice which is definitely one of those that didn’t convince until late in the film. this usually pulls me away from repeat viewings, but i don’t see why the film wouldn’t only get better once you’re past the initial impression and you can move on to the kicker.

noah taylor does a fine job in the film, and it’s good for a few chuckles, but leans more towards the epiphanic and nostalgic side of adolescence.

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back a few months ago i remember seeing that david sedaris was coming to town to do some readings or sing like billie holliday, or do whatever it is that he does when he comes to UCLA, but then found that i missed it, probably by at least a month or so. i checked out his site, and found out that he’s going to be out on the road doing whatever it is he does later in the year, october to be exact, though the closest he’ll be coming to LA will be san diego. check out the dates over at the barclay website.

kick me in the face, checking out those dates, i noticed that ira glass came around these parts in april, and i missed it. boo me. anyways, you can check out parts of the “this american life” comic book, a primer for writing, creating, and editing a radio show this american life website. dude, i’m an idiot. those dates are for 2004– so about a year from now, there’s some more dates. hopefully i’ll remember.

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i’m feeling kind of sick, so you’ll forgive me if i lapse in memory and don’t post tomorrow, but i’ll be sure to do so if i really want to, because nobody tells me what to do! i’m gonna go get naseous and read comic books.

i made this flash cartoon last weekend of some guy walking his dog and then he gets pooped on by a bird, all to thelonius monk’s “i should care,” that soulful jazz classic. then i erased it, because it was really dumb. i also just realized that i erased about the last few pages of the script i’m working on on accident, which kind of pissed me off, but hey, it happens.

one day, i’m actually going to get around to watching that stella shorts dvd i got in the mail last week. i got the lucksmiths cd, “naturaliste,” in the mail last week, too, have listened to it once, but haven’t yet begun to form an opinion because i was too busy filing papers and watching the mariners sweep the twins. from what i can remember, though, it was good stuff.

i’m working on the tick at work, which is coming out on dvd later in the year, and i’m realizing it’s much funnier than i thought it was when my sister brought me screening tapes after the show had been cancelled. my favorite one is when the tick talks to the toilet throughout the whole episode. so good.

i will tell you this, there’s a song on the new lucksmith’s record that’s called “there’s a boy that never goes out,” and no, it’s nothing like “there’s a light that never goes out.” if my stupid ripping software didn’t crap out on me (ie if the shareware didn’t expire and i wasn’t too cheap to buy a license) i’d get you this track to hear for yourself, but it did, so i can’t. soon, though, something worth hearing.

believe it or not! i’m walking on air…