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my boys..

the speaking tongues

IT'S ABOUT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

a la pitchforkmedia.com:

Interpol Reveal Third Album Details
This is the only version of their assertion that you should ever subscribe to
Monday, it was a release date. Today, it's a tracklist and a title. Tomorrow, will it leak? Who can say, really? They may be playing us like a diminished seventh chord, but, like the salivating dogs that we are, we'll take whatever they dish out.

Interpol's third album-- about which we knew virtually nothing, like, two days ago-- will arrive July 10 via Capitol. As announced on the Interpol message board today, it's called Our Love to Admire, and it has a tracklist (which you may view after the red clicky thing). You heard it here first: it will probably also be kinda droney, coke-y, maybe with a pants-kicker or two, interspersed with some pretty bits.

In other Interpol news, Interpol cooks, and cleans up live. Catch them around the world in the coming months.

You may now proceed to get all fired up about "All Fired Up", and screen print t-shirts that read, "There's No I in Threesome".

remember steve urkel?

42

Happy Jackie Robinson Day



History here.

Kurt Vonnegut, RIP

Kurt Vonnegut, the satirical novelist who captured the absurdity of war and questioned the advances of science in darkly humorous works such as "Slaughterhouse-Five" and "Cat's Cradle," died yesterday. He was 84.

Vonnegut, who often marveled that he had lived so long despite his lifelong smoking habit, had suffered brain injuries after a fall at his Manhattan home weeks ago, said his wife, photographer Jill Krementz.

The author of at least 19 novels, many of them bestsellers, as well as dozens of short stories, essays and plays, Vonnegut relished the role of a social critic. He lectured regularly, exhorting audiences to think for themselves.

"I will say anything to be funny, often in the most horrible situations," Vonnegut once told a gathering of psychiatrists.

A self-described religious skeptic and freethinking humanist, Vonnegut used protagonists such as Billy Pilgrim and Eliot Rosewater as vehicles for his points of view. He also filled his novels with satirical commentary and drawings that were only loosely connected to the plot. In "Slaughterhouse-Five," he drew a headstone with the epitaph: "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."

But much in his life was traumatic. Vonnegut battled depression throughout his life, and in 1984, he attempted suicide with pills and alcohol, joking later about how he botched the job.

His mother had killed herself just before he left for Germany during World War II, where he was taken prisoner during the Battle of the Bulge. He was being held in Dresden when Allied bombs created a firestorm that killed an estimated 135,000 people in the German city.

"The firebombing of Dresden explains absolutely nothing about why I write what I write and am what I am," Vonnegut wrote in "Fates Worse Than Death," his 1991 autobiography of sorts.

He spent 23 years struggling to write about the ordeal, which he survived by huddling with other POWs in an underground meat locker labeled slaughterhouse-five.

The novel, in which Pvt. Pilgrim is transported from Dresden by time-traveling aliens from the planet Tralfamadore, was published at the height of the Vietnam War. It solidified his reputation as an iconoclast.

"He was sort of like nobody else," said Gore Vidal, who noted that he, Vonnegut and Norman Mailer were among the last writers around who served in World War II.

"He was imaginative; our generation of writers didn't go in for imagination very much," Vidal said. "Literary realism was the general style. Those of us who came out of the war in the 1940s made sort of the official American prose, and it was often a bit on the dull side. Kurt was never dull."

Vonnegut was born on Nov. 11, 1922, in Indianapolis and studied chemistry at Cornell University before joining the Army.

When he returned, he reported for Chicago's City News Bureau, then did public relations for General Electric, a job he loathed. He wrote his first novel, "Player Piano," in 1951, making ends meet in his early years as a novelist by selling Saabs on Cape Cod.

Critics ignored him at first, then denigrated his bizarre stories and disjointed plots as haphazardly written science fiction. But his novels became cult classics, especially "Cat's Cradle" in 1963, in which scientists create "ice-nine," a crystal that turns water solid and destroys the Earth.

Many of his novels were bestsellers. Some also were banned and burned for suspected obscenity. Vonnegut took on censorship as an active member of the PEN writers' aid group and the American Civil Liberties Union.

His characters tended to be miserable antiheroes with little control over their fate. Pilgrim was a lonely goof. The hero of "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater" was an obese volunteer fireman.

Vonnegut said the villains in his books were never individuals, but culture, society and history, which he said were making a mess of the planet. "We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard . . . and too damn cheap," he once suggested carving into a wall on the Grand Canyon, as a message for flying-saucer creatures.

He retired from novel writing in his later years but continued to publish short articles. He had a bestseller in 2005 with "A Man Without a Country," a collection of his nonfiction.

Vonnegut adopted his sister's three young children after she died. He also had three children with his first wife, Ann Cox, and later adopted a daughter with his second wife, Krementz.

some easy listening

next level halloween gear

some would say "NERDS!!!!!!!!!!"

i would say "Damn, that's pretty cool......................... nerds!"

enjoy

Check It.

more iron mike

what the wealthy drink.

this is some high-quality shit. and yes, of course I bought 3 and saved a few bucks!

Family Guy - Repost

Yeah, I know I posted this like a few weeks ago and if you scroll down you can find it but the link doesn't work anymore and I'm too lazy to change it. I remember when I was first watching it i remember thinking "WHAT THE HELL IS ACTUALLY THERE?" cause everything just fit too perfectly. At first I thought it was a little kid or something but some parts I was just like ??????????????????? SO mystery solved.

national anthem of nowhere

by apostle of hustle. album of MY week. pick it up. ding!

beep beep boop boop beep beep beep

so yeah, look for R2D2 coming to a street corner near you.

article found here.



and no, i've never been to "theforce.net" before. seriously.

who likes crafts?

black snake moan

looks interesting. samuel jackson is on a roll.... i guess.

pretty cool site though. they get an A for art direction. as for the movie, not sure yet but i have my suspicions.

::Black Snake Moan::

a.n.s.

i hate to kick her when she's do..... dead but

um.....

EASILY movie of the year! ready?

300

the best

another reason why family guy is one of the best shows on television.




stay tuned. rant coming soon.

fishes flesh is flesh.

wow. want some good listening? find the album writer's block by peter bjorn and john.

6 words: SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!

if you're looking for a teaser and just download songs or something, download the tracks young folks, objects of my affection, or amsterdam. you can get let's call it off HERE!" right click and save as.

i think that's all for now. i haven't been blogging much lately cause i've been super busy with work but everything is awesome. i'll find some time later to write something interesting. apparently one of the best coffee comes from the beans in the feces of a bat? i heard that at work today. i'm investigating.

damn, son!

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word of the day: plutoed

plutoed - To be unceremoniously relegated to a much lower position without
adequate reason or explanation.

Example:
Company CEO Greg walked into office on Monday morning only to cruelly learn
that he had been plutoed by the Board to Head of Office Administration.

thankyouvellymuch

so last night I went to pay for the parking spot I found downtown. the man renting it out name is joe and he's about 70 and from portugal. the first time i called him i almost couldn't contain myself because he sounded exactly like Latka, one of andy kaufmans characters. everything was ended in "thankyouvellymuch!" so i went to his place to make the drop and we ended up having coffee to "celebrate". we ended up talking for about an hour or so just about whatever. well, he kinda gave me his life story. we talked about work and how government jobs are some of the best jobs to get. he told me about when he stopped going to school when he was little and no one encouraged him to go back and when he did want to, he couldn't or else he would have been fired. more so then, education was power so employers wouldn't happily let you take a couple hours and smarten up in fear that you would leave them shortly after. he told me about how he cheated to become a driver for the military and took notes on his arm listening to the people that actually knew what they were talking about, which lead him to make tons of money because nobody else really had a drivers license. he had tons of stories and i'm sure he has tons more. what an interesting man. i think he plays chess so i just may have a new chess buddy.

"analyze life before marriage."
joe dealmeida

"i don't know karate, but i know crazy"

James Brown, the 'Godfather of Soul,' dies at 73

happy holidays

and all that jazz.