Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Here's a genre that's even better than pop-punk: Fop-funk. Well-dressed Oscar Wilde-era Englishmen playing nasty grooves. Get with it.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Ben Folds.
Since I always bend to the will of the people, I have Benned to the apparent will of two people, the Cs V. and N. This blog is now an exclusive Ben Folds forum, suitable for discussion of Ben Folds and Ben Folds-related issues. Don't let me catch you talking about anything besides Ben Folds, or I'll fold your head into smithereens.
Since I always bend to the will of the people, I have Benned to the apparent will of two people, the Cs V. and N. This blog is now an exclusive Ben Folds forum, suitable for discussion of Ben Folds and Ben Folds-related issues. Don't let me catch you talking about anything besides Ben Folds, or I'll fold your head into smithereens.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
C.N., I haven't been able to read your blog for a while now. My browser freezes whenever I go there. I think it's because of the video you posted a while ago. In the parlance of Isral, it "effs up my computer." I had to post this here because, you know, I can't comment on your blog.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Today in math we talked about something called a "least squares solution," and it sounded to me like some sort of Hipster Hitler's plan for purifying the population.
Maybe we could call him Hipler, i thought, or maybe even Hipstler. Hipler is easier to say, but there's something about that Hipstler. If Hipstler was the bonus round word on Wheel of Fortune, it would be the kind of word where they give you most of the letters right away but you'd still have trouble guessing what it was. I guess it wouldn't help that it's not a real word.
When i drink coffee before math class, something wonderful happens. Made-up war criminals aside, some sort of channel is opened in my brain, and all the mathematical ideas make perfect sense and somehow appeal to some kind of aesthetic sensibility in me. I sit there all hour going "Wow, yeah, that... that's brilliant!" Like the theorems and relations of numbers to each other are these works of art, almost. I imagine it must be how mathemeticians feel sometimes. It's bizarre that it's coffee doing this to me, because you'd never expect there to be a connection between orthogonality and cinnamon/vanilla/hazelnut.
Maybe we could call him Hipler, i thought, or maybe even Hipstler. Hipler is easier to say, but there's something about that Hipstler. If Hipstler was the bonus round word on Wheel of Fortune, it would be the kind of word where they give you most of the letters right away but you'd still have trouble guessing what it was. I guess it wouldn't help that it's not a real word.
When i drink coffee before math class, something wonderful happens. Made-up war criminals aside, some sort of channel is opened in my brain, and all the mathematical ideas make perfect sense and somehow appeal to some kind of aesthetic sensibility in me. I sit there all hour going "Wow, yeah, that... that's brilliant!" Like the theorems and relations of numbers to each other are these works of art, almost. I imagine it must be how mathemeticians feel sometimes. It's bizarre that it's coffee doing this to me, because you'd never expect there to be a connection between orthogonality and cinnamon/vanilla/hazelnut.
