amanda palmer: duran duran at the hudson hotel... →
this reminds me of a friend’s story about seeing david bowie in los angeles a few years ago, performing at a showcase for music industry execs. while she was ecstatic to be there, there was a disconnect between the luminescence of the performer and the nonchalance from the audience. i remember thinking, damn, life’s far too short for that! amandapalmer: i’m seriously tired and i’ve...
go daddy goes hunting
oh bob parsons (CEO of godaddy.com) - quite the fool one must be to film oneself killing elephants, but scoring your amateur video to FULL METAL JACKET? that buys a permanent seat on the HUBRIS EXPRESS, right next to michael vick, mel gibson, sarah silverman, john galliano, gilbert gottfried, prince harry, john terry, silvio berlusconi, alexandra wallace, the uss enterprise, donald trump, max...
maybe i’m just sick of stipe and his spring awakening. he’s everywhere in this damn town. i can’t go to a gallery without him popping up, undercover style, while all the art student girls and chelsea boys fawn over him. i go to my favorite bakery, and there he is, trying to lay low while the espresso jerk drools over him. i go to get my vietnamese pedicure and he’s...
westward the course of empire takes its way
“We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cub tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny...