big monitors

in a meeting we were talking about bigger monitors. my pen liked the idea.

volume knob

anyone see that movie spinal tap? there's no 11, but you know what i was thinking.

mstrkrft panthers remix

thank mstrkrft with your panthers

i love songs. music. noise. whatever people refer to when describing the sound waves i intentionally direct towards my ear drum (or bob my head to).

The song that’s caught my eye (ear) today is a remix. (follow me if you can) jesse keeler from death from above 1979 and al-p from girls are short make up a group called MSTRKRFT (pronounced Master Craft), and these two fellas did a remix of the panther’s song “thank me with your hands”.

the song starts out with an aggressively rock influenced dance inspired bass line. within 3 seconds of the song i was already in love, but it gets better.

the panther’s lyrics hit you with a mandatory jump up and down feeling. Some of the lines in this song just dead rock out. it’s a breakup-I’m over you type song turned party favorite –omgwhatisthissongyou’replayingmr.dj!!!

the fantastic~ness of this song is discovering it’s evolution. i found the original version of “thank me with your hands” by the panthers. i listen to this song, wondering why the hell MSTRKRFT remixed it??? 'this sucks' would be a compliment to the original track. i’d say 1.3 on a 1-10 scale. how the heck did jesse and al come up with the genius remix that we hear now? Talk about turning water into wine, MSTRKRFT has a midas mixer or something similar going on in the studios.

i do have to say it’s a bit cliché, songs about girls and broken relationships. I also am not a fan of overusing words like “tonight” in songs, which this song heavily overdoes. however, the goods shun out the bads in this case.

the background vocals add even more fun. combine fun with the dancy-funky bass line and you got fun+dance. finally, throw in some electric guitar and you’ve got hip jam. that's a fun-dance-hip-jam. i feel 2 notches cooler driving around with this song playing a max volume.

on a personal note, i recently discovered the song wild horses by the rolling stones. i had heard and remembered the melody from my childhood, but did not know the artist or lyrics. i rediscovered wild horses right before i heard this song. the reference to wild horses in thank me with your hands is hilarious. i mean, who doesn’t wear shorts, listen to wild horses, and not cry? we can all relate!

here’s the lyrics:

i think i’m gonna leave brooklyn for a while,
i think i’m gonna go oakland for a while,
i’m gonna wear shorts
and i’m not gonna cry
when i listen wild horses
be-cuz-
i dig holes all day
you and me, we’re not the same
we speak in sounds-secret sounds, secretly slang

(chorus)
you didn’t
you didn’t hurt me,
i got no feelings left
i dig holes all day,
you and me we’re not the same
we speak in sounds, secret sounds, secretless slang

let’s not talk about it,
we never did so why start now,
let’s go back to your place,
and not talk about it there.
i was thinking,
we should sleep i separate beds.
but the heat’s gone to my head,
let’s get sad at the same time tonight.

doodle, yes

apparently i felt the need to note that this grape cluster was in fact a doodle. i like arrows coupled with descriptions. 

couples

you, and you, and me?

i’m sick of couples. there needs to be a bit more compassion toward the single persons in this day and age. couples do as they please, bicker and whine at will, and seem to be taking my current world by storm.

it all started way back in the early days of high school. girls started becoming more interesting than video games, music, cars, and sports. well, for my friends that is. i obsessed about girls just as much as the rest of my peers, however i obsessed equally about car stereos, horsepower, videos, computers, and other interests. most of my friends pseudo shared these interests, with me. the other 85% of their time not spent with friends talking about kenwood’s newest model of amplifier, they were focused on girls. or worse yet, they were spending time with their girlfriend.

every guy does the same old act, we do it -we know it, yet we do it anyhow. guys bitch and moan to their friends, complaining about some prior engagement with their girlfriend that prohibits them from partaking in any of the upcoming weekend’s planned activities. they swear that she’s insane and that he’s this close to just letting her go due to her outrageous demands. of course, you and i know this is not the case. he’s dying to snuggle with her and a dvd just as bad as she is, even if it is maid in manhattan that they’re watching.

my tone may sound a bit bitter towards couples in general. and granted i’m not jumping for joy that my friends have significant others, but i am not bitter/jaded/jealous/etc…

all i ask is one simple requisition. leave me alone!

is it too much to ask to just let me be? singles let’s unite, doubles go find a room. far too many of my friends only make appearances in pairs. it’s as if the coupleness blinds them from the fact that being a 3rd wheel is not the ideal friday night for your neighborhood single (read: me). they selfishly want to spend time with their friends while bringing along their better (or worse) half. that’s having cake then eating it too, which i’m told is not allowed.

i find that couples repel me from daily activities i would normally enjoy. the list starts at talking, watching tv, eating, cooking, and ends at being in the same room with other human beings. i just don’t like spending time with couples, simple.

thing is, this year started off with a game of pictionary, two couples, and me. yes that was my new years eve activity, hello 2006. of course with 5 people, one team had unfair advantage to win, and when we did (guys v girls) of course they complained that the teams weren’t fair. way to go compassionate couples, i’ll just dig a hole right here and jump on in.

even on the rare occasion that i get a coupled friend alone for some good ol hanging out, the bulk of their conversation encompasses that other person. it’s as if they know i’m not 3rd wheel, and sense that i miss being in 3rd position.

i suppose there’s only one remedy to the issue at hand here, excommunicate all that are coupled. thing is, i have a tiny reserve against deleting 95% of my address book. i suppose worse things have happened to people less deserving.

olympics

anti-olympian

i’ve decided after years and years, that i do not like the olympics. how can one not like the olympics you ask? i feel that the olympics are childish, outdated, and most of all –not-entertaining.

childish you say? how can “the games” be childish? the top of the top, best of the best, competing for the world title: a gold metal, (yea i said childish). i grew out of footraces, distance throwing, and racing downhill in sleds while i was still in grade school. 5th graders these days are busy talking about psp games, or if who of their friends has a real playboy magazine. ice skating races, please.

there are some competitions that are not so simple, say hockey, or snow boarding. i’ve seen professional hockey, and snowboarding videos galore. the pros are super good at this stuff, but the olympic contenders aren’t pros. they suck in comparison! olympic contenders are the best amateurs at what they do. who wants to watch the best mediocre athletes? not i said the anti olympic tv viewer, not i.

events like the downhill skiing competition are interesting, for the first run. but after you see one run, you’ve seen them all. the camera angles don’t change, the costume colors may, but that’s hardly enough to captivate my adolescent attention span.

granted, the olympics were not always a waste of time. back in ancient greece, i’m sure the olympics were everyone’s year highlight. i figure that now, most of the olympics game spectators sit on their couch watching the games in-between commercials of seinfeld reruns.

but back in days of old, in order to see the games, you had to attend the games. now i’ve never sat thru an entire baseball game viewed on tv, (or an entire inning for that matter). but i love going to baseball games. the crowd, the noise, the hype, it all adds to what would be a very dull experience. strike… strike… ball… etc.

lastly, everyone competing is just as good as the next person. when times of 26.059 and 26.060 decide bronze from silver –it’s time to revamp or add to these events. .001 seconds is more luck than skill in my humble opinion. if downhill skiers had to throw snowballs at targets and dodge moving obstacles, the times would vary a bit and the cream of the cream of the crop would float well above the rest.

i just don’t find myself entertained by sucky snowboarders, footraces, or throwing contests? am i simple that mature? ha!

p.s. reader: just for kicks i’ve added a picture of me and my very first bowtie. god i love old pics.

winsort

winsort is a program we use at work... apparently i think it deserves it's own la style subway font.

the balance

sloppy work

poppa always told me, "nobody likes to see sloppy work."

she's a brick -house

a house, with a few windows, and tapes. i doodled a house on a hill and this is my mutant second house cousin.