Did you know that there is an entire websited devoted to celebrating the taco lifestyle in Los Angeles?
Well, now you do.
p.s. I have no idea what constitutes an L.A. taco lifestyle, but i'm assuming it involves a shit-ton of weed.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Gratuitous Banjo For Your Listening Pleasure
Alright, it's only 9:30 A.M. but I'm already calling youtube video of the day:
This is probably the best song about motorcycles ever written. Plus, the video combines my love of fast bikes with my love for perfectly coiffed hair. I mean, look at Del! He must be, what, a billion years old in this video, yet his hair is impeccably styled. I almost want to write him a letter to ask which pomade brand he uses, because you know you can't get your hair to look like that without product.
p.s. Yes I admit it, I like bluegrass. Commence with the "Deliverance" jokes already.
p.p.s. Really though, these dudes are super-talented musicians and they know how to rock out so it's okay to enjoy it. I promise I won't tell any of your friends.
This is probably the best song about motorcycles ever written. Plus, the video combines my love of fast bikes with my love for perfectly coiffed hair. I mean, look at Del! He must be, what, a billion years old in this video, yet his hair is impeccably styled. I almost want to write him a letter to ask which pomade brand he uses, because you know you can't get your hair to look like that without product.
p.s. Yes I admit it, I like bluegrass. Commence with the "Deliverance" jokes already.
p.p.s. Really though, these dudes are super-talented musicians and they know how to rock out so it's okay to enjoy it. I promise I won't tell any of your friends.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Olde Tyme Games Take Children Back to Simpler, Lamer Times
You know, I used to actually enjoy reading the "Fashion and Style" section of the NY Times. Not only was it a way to get my Louis Vuitton/Marc Jacobs/Van Cleef and Arpels advertisement fix, but I could scan through some stupid photo montage of people in the city who were sporting the color mauve that week and not look completely illiterate and uncultured in public*
But what is with the rash of completely idiotic articles lately? Take for example, this little gem.
It's all about how kids are regaining interest in retro games! How quaint. But seriously, the only time I want to read about kids and marbles in the newspaper is if it's an article about how some 8 year old shoved two glassies up his nose and the totally crazy emergency surgical procedure that followed.
The article goes on to talk about the resurgance of games like hopscotch and red rover. Correct me if i'm wrong, but hasn't every game of red rover pretty much ended with at least three broken wrists and a block-wide gang war in which that one asshole kid from the house two doors down fills his super soaker with red kool-aid and totally ruins your favorite Garbage-Pail kids t-shirt? I'm sorry, but that's not the kind of values I would want to teach my children.
But the icing on the cake is how oblivious the parents are to the fact that they are setting their little rugrats up for years, nay decades of mockery and abuse. Take Corey Abate Shen, who taught her twin sons and their friends to "leap through hopscotch courts [and] shimmy in hula hoops". Whoa, whoa whoa. All I can say is, these kids have a one way ticket for the social pariah express, and that thing ain't making any stops on the way. I mean, shimmy-ing? You might as well tell them it's totally cool to wear socks and sandals and eat tomato sandwiches for lunch every day.**
So really what I want to do is to send a word of warning to today's kids: Be careful, because some day soon your parents may subject you to a game of stickball. If this happens, run as fast as you can to the nearest Best Buy and play a round of Fight Night on one of those giant flat screens they have set up there. Thank you.
*Usually when I am in possesion of a NY times in public it is when I am horribly hungover and the raging headache and double vision prevent me from doing anything really but rustling the pages to make it look like i'm actually reading.
**there was a kid in my elementary school who did this all the time, and trust me, he had NO friends.
But what is with the rash of completely idiotic articles lately? Take for example, this little gem.
It's all about how kids are regaining interest in retro games! How quaint. But seriously, the only time I want to read about kids and marbles in the newspaper is if it's an article about how some 8 year old shoved two glassies up his nose and the totally crazy emergency surgical procedure that followed.
The article goes on to talk about the resurgance of games like hopscotch and red rover. Correct me if i'm wrong, but hasn't every game of red rover pretty much ended with at least three broken wrists and a block-wide gang war in which that one asshole kid from the house two doors down fills his super soaker with red kool-aid and totally ruins your favorite Garbage-Pail kids t-shirt? I'm sorry, but that's not the kind of values I would want to teach my children.
But the icing on the cake is how oblivious the parents are to the fact that they are setting their little rugrats up for years, nay decades of mockery and abuse. Take Corey Abate Shen, who taught her twin sons and their friends to "leap through hopscotch courts [and] shimmy in hula hoops". Whoa, whoa whoa. All I can say is, these kids have a one way ticket for the social pariah express, and that thing ain't making any stops on the way. I mean, shimmy-ing? You might as well tell them it's totally cool to wear socks and sandals and eat tomato sandwiches for lunch every day.**
So really what I want to do is to send a word of warning to today's kids: Be careful, because some day soon your parents may subject you to a game of stickball. If this happens, run as fast as you can to the nearest Best Buy and play a round of Fight Night on one of those giant flat screens they have set up there. Thank you.
*Usually when I am in possesion of a NY times in public it is when I am horribly hungover and the raging headache and double vision prevent me from doing anything really but rustling the pages to make it look like i'm actually reading.
**there was a kid in my elementary school who did this all the time, and trust me, he had NO friends.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
It's Not Healthy For Me To Feel This Way
You guys know my m.o. pretty well by now: Become obsessed with a song, listen to it over and over again, post the Youtube video on my blog.
I know this song has been on the radio for what seems like ages, but whatever. I'm old now and listening to 14 year olds give shout-outs on kiss 103.5 just doesn't have the same draw that it used to:
I kind of have this major girl crush on Rhianna. Despite the random incongruities in the video (dancing with an umbrella in a room wearing fishnets, being encapsulated entirely in silver paint*, Jay-Z's horrible, HORRIBLE rapping), I still love it, mostly because she's fucking gorgeous and because I really want that white dress she's wearing.
Even more, I love the way her voice sounds, especially that incredible repeat of "umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh". It's clear and booming and exotic and I can't get enough of it. Basically, she's Akon plus breasts but minus that pesky tendency to grind on underage girls.
Listen. It'll probably make you pretty happy.
*this part of the video reminds me of last week when I saw a girl wearing gold lame leggings (presumably purchased at american apparel, the store responsible for outfitting all of wicker park hipsterdom), and looking very self-satisfied that she was covered in ugly shiny fabric from the waist down. I wanted to stage an intervention right then and there in the middle of the street. Just say "no" to lame, kids.
I know this song has been on the radio for what seems like ages, but whatever. I'm old now and listening to 14 year olds give shout-outs on kiss 103.5 just doesn't have the same draw that it used to:
I kind of have this major girl crush on Rhianna. Despite the random incongruities in the video (dancing with an umbrella in a room wearing fishnets, being encapsulated entirely in silver paint*, Jay-Z's horrible, HORRIBLE rapping), I still love it, mostly because she's fucking gorgeous and because I really want that white dress she's wearing.
Even more, I love the way her voice sounds, especially that incredible repeat of "umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh". It's clear and booming and exotic and I can't get enough of it. Basically, she's Akon plus breasts but minus that pesky tendency to grind on underage girls.
Listen. It'll probably make you pretty happy.
*this part of the video reminds me of last week when I saw a girl wearing gold lame leggings (presumably purchased at american apparel, the store responsible for outfitting all of wicker park hipsterdom), and looking very self-satisfied that she was covered in ugly shiny fabric from the waist down. I wanted to stage an intervention right then and there in the middle of the street. Just say "no" to lame, kids.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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