Head-spinning, absolutely flooring avant-R&B from Scotland. Law deserves to be incredibly famous, or at least be the subject of fervent internet fandom.

I guess I spent a number of hours modifying my Tumblr’s HTML and CSS markup. I think it’s an improvement, or at the very least, it doesn’t look like a million other Tumblrs.

This is a very arbitrary collection of people.

Today, I learned you can download a Daria voice for TomTom GPS devices, because if there is anything that perfectly encapsulates Daria it is helping you navigate your car.

  • Middle-aged goths enduring Weezer so they could see Bauhaus 
  • Nearly breaking my glasses while seeing Wilco
  • Being asked to send some pictures of the 2005 Coachella Film Festival setup, but then losing the organizer’s business card and not sending those pictures. And then feeling bad about losing the business card because the guy gave me a pretty cool DVD of short films
  • People cheering because Madonna played one guitar riff
  • Daft Punk playing in 2006, and the show being incredible despite me not being able to see a thing because I am a short person
  • Taking 300 Coachella schedules from the KROQ tent every year for no discernible reason
  • Writing a review for my high school newspaper wherein I used the phrase “musical paramours,” not realizing that paramour connotes an illicit affair and is not just a synonym for lover
  • Standing next to a pre-Parks and Recreation Aziz Ansari during the Arcade Fire’s whole set and wondering whether I should interrupt him to say I liked Human Giant
  • Fleetingly being in the VIP area and awkwardly staring at Cee-Lo smoking a cigarette
  • Seeing Scarlett Johansson perform “Just Like Honey” with The Jesus & Mary Chain for some reason
  • The strange rumors of a Police reunion because there was a gap in the Main Stage set times

This is a photo promoting the first-class experience on Dubai airline Emirates. It is very absurd.

(h/t The Wire)

I think I just found the world’s worst job posting.

Playing around with old photos in Photoshop.

Newly glitched version of some old picture I took of TV on the Radio performing at Coachella in 2006 or 2007.


I love Forgotify.

This is very cool.

He supervises the editorial staff along with PolicyMic’s very own social psychologist, who helps come up with headlines that click.

The Media Startup Getting 20-Year-Olds To Talk About More Than Cat Pictures - Forbes

Well, I think that’s a slightly different strategy for creating headlines than other sites. I’ve heard of appropriating psychological theories, but actually employing a psychologist sounds new to me.

Because of the leniency of [the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences membership] requirement, accusations of voting abuse are legion. One record-company employee who did not want to be identified said that on the packaging of many of the reissues he once produced, he would find names of members of the record company’s business-affairs department credited as art directors so they could receive credit, join the academy and vote for the company’s records. Three former employees of record companies who were interviewed for this article recounted episodes of labels filling out ballots for employees or, in one case, requiring all ballots by staff members to be approved.

The Grumbling Gets Louder Over Voting on the Grammys - New York Times

One of the numerous reasons the Grammys are gross nonsense that no one should watch or endorse.

I am a fantastic media prognosticator.

For all the attractions that the Grammys offer—where else can you see Eminem performing with Elton?—it remains the Cinderella of the winter awards shows, forever sweeping the cinders of pop culture around the electronic hearth, while its brassy stepsisters, the Golden Globes and the Oscars, drink vodka martinis on comfy leather banquettes and flit around Graydon Carter’s post-Oscars party.

John Seabrook on why the Grammys deserve respect: http://nyr.kr/1hnWVBb (via newyorker)

Barring anything from David Denby or Richard Brody, this is one of the worst things I have ever read on The New Yorker's website. I mean, Seabrook fails to formulate any argument for his thesis that is more substantive than “Gee whiz, look at all the musical people doing music!” 

Though I guess the fogeyish romanticism of this piece is preferable to Slate’s inevitable trollbait about why the Grammys are the only awards show of merit.

(via newyorker)

Learned via my vanity Google Alerts today that a software bug means I have an empty author page on The Atlantic’s website.