April 2009
49 posts
mixed emotions and hipsters.
i feel like most of my friends who read this blog are hip kids. we are all somewhat fashion forward, like good music, probably do things like read pitchfork. so while we all walk around this town wearing our skinny jeans and our beards and tattoos.. deep down, we are all just nerds and we all used to like really shitty music (and probably still do). we all do things that violate the...
oh, blog.
blog, we’ve become close friends. you’ve been there through thick and thin. we’ve laughed together, cried together, felt awkward and uncomfortable together. i feel like i have so much to tell you, but i can’t quite just yet. you see, you’re not only my blog. you’re the internet. where anyone with an internet connection can read this, which can get a little...
March 2009
75 posts
iceland iceland iceland
i am hoping not to go to iceland alone, but if it comes to that, i’m starting to learn the local language:
“Ég myndi kaupa handa þér drykk ef það væri ekki svona dýrt, getum við ekki bara farið beint heim til mín?” (Translation: “I’d like to buy you a drink but it’s so expensive, let’s just skip it and go straight back to my place”).
anxious.
things that make me less anxious: - bon iver - a house well-stocked with diet pepsi - planning my trip to iceland - reading comic books that ian bought me
courage wolf for a monday.
it’s monday. i need courage wolf today.
ESRT Page 14
and i can’t stay away because you’re a radio wave and you always seem to be transmitting to my brain my friends from boys night out started this new project called the hard calibers. and they recorded this cover and it’s beautiful. listen: http://myspace.com/hardcalibersmusic the original song was written by 17-year-old justin veatch from new york under the moniker the ivoryton...
lost babies.
what happens when you mix lost with muppet babies? some seriously fucked up weird shit. that’s what.
vik, iceland.
Really Fucking Irritating
RFIs and RFPs are the bane of any low-level marketing agency employee’s existence. they stand for request-for-information or request-for-proposal respectively and it’s basically an agency’s chance to pitch new business to a new client. they are hell because inevitably, and i mean every SINGLE fucking time, you’re scrambling at the last possible second to make the UPS drop...
the siege of petersburg
these are the men of company B, U.S. engineer battalion from maine. this photo was taking during the siege of petersburg, va. from the sometimes incorrect (but not in this case) wikipedia:
The Richmond-Petersburg Campaign was a series of battles around Petersburg, Virginia, fought from June 9, 1864, to March 25, 1865, during the American Civil War. Although it is more popularly known as the...
bed time.
this is a big-time soulmate dealbreaker kind of question. you’re going to bed. which do you prefer as you fall asleep: a) music quietly playing in the background b) tv or movie quietly playing in the background your answer to this question may or may not determine whether or not we are soulmates.
life.
tomorrow is a big day. tomorrow i have a rare opportunity to take my life and say “life, i’ve had it up to here with you. i’ve let you run the show for a few years now. but, this time i’m running shit. i’m in charge.” and life will look at me, and size me up like i’m some scrawny kid. life will chuckle a bit and turn back around and keep walking. and...
reconnecting on facebook.
facebook is so WEIRD, man. the other day i stumbled across a picture of this girl who i sang with in high school choir. i had a huge crush on her at one point (this was usually the case with every girl in the choir) but we ended up with a pretty cool friendship. she moved away and we lost touch over the years. so, when i see her profile she is (of course) married and (of course) has kids,...
fucking TUESDAY.
it is clear that kenny and i are not fans of tuesday.
life imitating art
karen inadvertantly became a part of the show LOST today. now every 108 minutes she has to enter the numbers or her computer starts beeping at her. and she can’t figure out how to delete it.
i’d like to thank her personally typing the numbers in every 108 minutes and keeping the world safe.
morrissey: the musical
tonight katie, bill, and i watched “i love you, man”. katie, sorry i forgot your phone charger. the movie was pretty funny. paul rudd rarely disappoints. on the drive home, bill and i started talking about writing a broadway musical based around morrissey/smiths songs. i think between bill and myself, and our nerdy love for broadway musicals, we could write a pretty kickass...
the riot before.
the riot before made a music video. in my professional opinion, it is totally awesome. not to mention, i make a cameo in the music video as “stoked out guy #8”. see if you can spot me.
The Riot Before - “We Are Wild Stallions!” from Dave O’Dell on Vimeo. seriously though, these guys work hard and they definitely did the same on this video. i’m proud of my...
twittiquette?
man, twitter. it’s been a whirlwind of a week. i fell in love with you hard, and then over the weekend i was like “whoa, maybe i’m not that into you.” and now i’m back on the fence. here’s the thing, i get why people hate the idea of twitter. i agree on all points. i don’t think it’s healthy for our generation who already spend too much time...
bat for lashes.
oh my god. some things you need to know about natasha khan aka bat for lashes. a) she writes amazing beautiful haunting music. b) i would like to go on a date with her. c) BANGS!
attn: ladies
try not to make out with me when you see me wearing this: big ups to the banana republic outlet store for saving me a ridiculous amount of money on what would otherwise be a heinously expensive purchase.
bill chubb: fun facts
yesterday, kenny and i were getting ready to head out for an exciting bike ride. kenny had just purchased his new iphone yesterday and was excited about getting it all set up, etc. as we were getting our bikes ready to head out, we were discussing the virtues of where to keep your iphone - in your front pocket vs. in your back pocket. bill chimes in: “i got both of you beat. i keep my...
gmail. i love you so damn much.
so as i’ve said before on this blog, my love for gmail knows no bounds. when i made the switch, i could feel my life getting easier and awesomer. one of the coolest things about gmail are all the add-ons found on gmail labs. for instance, there’s the mail googles app that makes you do math problems in order to send e-mails after midnight. a must-have for any drinker! the latest gmail...
the weekend.
oh man, this weekend is going to be so epic. i’m not quite sure how i’m going to survive it.
things are looking up.
i am feeling optimistic. 2008 was obviously a shit year for many reasons, mostly having to do with getting my face broken. but i thought the first part of 2009 would be a step in the right direction. and for the most part, it has been. it’s just been slow-starting. things with work got off to a rough start with a lot of my close friends getting let go and having my role switched up on...
let's go.. rams!
thursday.
helpful bus.
this is my kind of porn:
PG PORN: Helpful Bus | Girls | SPIKE.com
ha ha.
i zee ztha you like zee french toast! huh huh huh! reposted from mari. available here.
an open letter to the creator of facebook.
dear bob facebook (founder and creator of facebook), my name is phil. i use your website to keep tabs on my co-workers, long lost jr. high friends, and various people i see at bars. up until recently, i had given up on hating you and had finally embraced your subpar social networking site, but then you went and redesigned it and confused the hell out of me again, and now i officially re-hate you....
courage wolf.
odds are i’m probably way late to the party on this one, but i saw them and had to laugh. i feel like if i woke up to one of these messages of encouragement every day, i could do just about anything. meet “courage wolf”:
f-u-c-k me
nice one, brit. +5 clever points for you. -100 music points, however. the last two singles had some merit, but this is n’good.
319 family band
finally. photo by karen.
things that currently kill me.
#1: bangs
whoa.
i don’t know what happened to my brain today, but i am SOOO NOT WORKING. i don’t think i’ve had a day this unproductive in months. here’s my day: - look at to-do list - look at screen - sigh - ichat someone about something unimportant - check various internet sites (blog, twitter, facebook, e-mail, washingtonpost) - look at to-do list again - do one thing on to-do list -...
tweet tweet.
if you look to the right menu, you will see my twitter shit. so far my experiment with twitter has been a success. i’m into it. to fellow twitter readers, feel free to follow!
he's waiting for your call.
funeral.
okay, this is an epic downer post, but these things need to be thought about. what song do you want played at your funeral? i’ve given this some thought and ideally i would like to have a choir sing “lux arumque” by eric whitacre. now, it’s going to be kinda tough to get a choir on short notice who already knows the song, so this is going to kinda hinge on the fact that...
boy gangs of richmond.
so as i was doing a little historical richmond digging, i came across some fascinating material on rival gangs of adolescent boys in richmond during the civil war. gangs such as the “shockoe hill cats” would get into turf battles with the other gangs, staging huge rock fights and other mayhem.
From the Richmond Dispatch, 3/28/1862: Rock Battles. – The Shockoe Hill Cats and...
pan, pamn, pand, panm, pamm
robot
fucking ridiculous.
please disregard all previous blog posts saying i’m not going to join twitter. giving things a test run. we’ll see how it goes.
local weatherman.
i wish this guy was my local weatherman. or my best friend. or something.
i have a feeling this guy spent literally his entire career on the verge of being fired.
moz.
so last night’s morrissey concert was totally amazing. at one point between songs, morrissey says.. “richmond, virginia. do you have anything of dire importance to tell me?” he tosses the mic to a girl in the front row, who shouts “i love you!” morrissey replies.. “how original.”
morrissey.
so tomorrow i get to go see morrissey and i’m super excited, except i have no one to go with me. a little ironic, don’t you think?
twitter.
today someone asked me why i wasn’t on twitter. don’t get me wrong, the IDEA of twitter totally interests me. it’s a cool idea and i have a lot of friends who do it and the pop culture web 2.0 geek in me is always into new stuff like this. but then i thought, my god, do i really need ONE MORE THING to update? as of right now, i regularly update people on the “status”...
intense life wisdom
so i broke a series of rules i set for myself. what else is new. but in the process, i did find this, which is pretty amazing. every once in a while you find something on the internet that is written specifically for you at a specific moment and you’re like, FINALLY internet, we have an understanding. you really get me. but then you remember that the internet also has stuff like this and...
slint - washer
the first time i heard “washer” by slint, it was late in the afternoon and i was in a shitty nightclub in michigan, setting up merch and waiting for our show to get started. there was a jukebox with a crazy selection and i think the song randomly came on. as soon as it did, i had to stop what i was doing and walk over to the jukebox because i thought the song was so amazing and sad....
HA!