Where are my manners?

I probably lack good blog etiquette. Maybe I should link to a few more blogs, or, for that matter, read a few more blogs. Posting more frequently would probably help a bit, too. It's probably pretty tacky of me to continually plug the same blog over and over, but I'm gonna do it anyway, because I'm not in it to win it.

I just watched The Royal Tenenbaums and re-noticed all the specific references made by this blog (which I've repeatedly praised.) Afterwards I went on a Nick Drake, Nico, and Cat Stevens kick. This time was also the first that I actually kept my eyes open for the suicide attempt. In the past I've tensed up and turned away as he takes the razor out of the shaver, but it didn't turn out as bad as I had expected. I still got a bit nauseous, though. Thank goodness for the plentiful stock of single serving Cracker Jack packs (with handy facts about Abe Lincoln inside!) and Vitamin Waters that I've been accumulating with my left over meal credits.

In more revisitation, I watched Shaun of the Dead the other night and recalled the first time I burst out laughing (at the whole movie in general, but specifically) at this part, and I commemorated the fond memory by repeating the act. It got me back to thinking about the whole debate about THE N WORD which is something that I frequently ponder, and frankly have nothing interesting to say from my current, one-way communicative stance. It's been popping up recently; thank goodness for YouTube! The Shaun of the Dead bit, I feel, is hilariously acceptable. I'm a little bit less sure about System of a Down performing "Shame on a Nigga" with the support of original creators The Wu-Tang Clan, but still kinda enjoy it? Then I also came across the new Redman video which mockingly portrays protesters (0:41) with signs that read "Ban the N Word." (Also worth nothing in the video [in fact, it made my entire day,] is an understandably rare sighting of a Colorado Rockies hat, visible at 3:03 [Colorado's most prominent area code,] nonetheless!)

Oh, and I've been messing around with ink and watercolor and lazily digitizing them (by which I mean not bothering to scan or edit them. Cameras are so much easier:)

Big Ups

Leslie Feist is doing some neat stuff with music videos:

(I'm already disobeying my self-imposed rule against endorsing the RIAA...)

Ian Smith (of the wonderful I Always Wanted To Be A Tenenbaum) is doing some neat stuff with trees:


Sadly I found it necessary to forgo the Modest Mouse concert this evening, however, my chin will remain up! Lincoln is a slacker, but he might show up one of these days and link you to death. At this point I don't feel like my opinions are worth writing and or reading, except for this one: Jacob Borshard is a major cutie (I'm hardly the first person to notice.) At least that's what my ears tell me. It's hard to go wrong with any of the songs on either of his two albums available for free download, but this song's been getting stuck in my head:

Jacob Borshard - "You're in Love Again" (Songs For a Small Stereo)