Also via TDavid: In a Monopoly team-up between Best Buy and McDonald’s, you definitely stand to profit. Especially if you play without eating anything.
by krisis
linkylove
I used to read RiotHero a long time ago. He was the 16-year-old counter-revolutionary literarily-informed experimental-adolescent hot shit of the 2000 blogging scene. Something must have happened, though, because his site eventually disappeared off the face of the internet. Another on bites the dust, i thought, not caring to much beyond that. Well, surprise surprise, while surfing through some ancient CK this morning i inadvertently clicked on a RiotHero link only to find his website back, with him a meager two entries into his college experience. I am not sure how closely i’ll be following it, but i do have to say “Welcome Back, Mark!,” as he was one of the first high calibre bloggers i ever took pleasure in reading.
(If you’re looking for a more actively updated “transition to college” blog by a comparably interesting boy, you really ought to be reading Uprush hostee Tony’s Oregon Trail, which makes me wish i had kept a log during my freshman year.)
In other back from the dead news, note that Dave has brought Acerbia back with another nifty layout and snarky yet accessible blogging (start here for new content), as well as adding (well, not directly) the highly readable site of his other half, Pixel Diva to the mix. Officially my new favorite house of bloggers. But, lest my post end there, Dave actually moves within the oh-so-jealously-inducing group of Brit Bloggers, which apparently includes immediate members of Meg Pickard’s family. Meg is the blogger behind the site that inspired CK, Not So Soft, which i was dismayed to find had disappeared from the face of the internet. Thankfully, and in keeping with the theme of this post, it too has been reborn as Meish.
You know, once i get over this aimless lack of responsibility i’m not going to have any time to read all these good blogs.
Blogger makes Hoola-Hoops (to order?), blogged from the ever-fabulous Min Jung.
I don’t write, i don’t call… you’d think that I don’t like the internet. Really, it is sometimes what keeps me awake, alert, and alive. Especially because of coffee.
I have discovered that I cannot ingest anything more than the most minuscule amount of caffeine. This falls somewhere between inconvenience and embarrassment when it comes to the caffeinated peer pressure that in inherent in the corporate environment. Each morning my co-workers invariably fuel up on coffee, breezing through the coffee station at the breakfast stand like a stealth bomber quickly refueling in the air. Coffee keeps them going, it makes them sharper.
Coffee does not make me sharper. Not in the least. Coffee fuzzes my edges, as if my body is a camera trying unsuccessfully to capture a subject in motion. An afternoon trip to Starbucks leaves me feeling drugged, unable to control myself or stop talking or just think clearly for a single second. Is this what it’s like, i think, to be on speed? Moving without even having to think about it.
I have resigned myself to empty-handed trips to the cafeteria at ten fifteen, when they are just heading for a reload. As they return, sipping their caramel-colored drug, i slip into my cube, surreptitiously loading Little Yellow Different or bluishorange or Wockerjabby and getting my fix and then, reinvigorated, re-attack my work.
You have so much energy!, is what they always say. I always extol the virtues of eight cups of water and a bottle of cranberry juice a day with no red meat and only a touch of liquor. I guess i should really just own up and tell them to get a blog.
Oh, found another song blogger! Ariel S Lee emailed me with a link to her online audio over a month ago, but between Blogathon and setting up my new computer i’m just getting to listen to her songs. From a quick fifteen minutes of listening, i think she warrants a new-generation Tori Amos comparison much moreso than the incredibly boring Vanessa Carlton or the good-but-not-aptly-compared Evanescence (though i wonder if she’s more influenced by Fiona Apple after listening to her excellent Smolder).
Between this new find and my growing mini-obsession with Shannon Campell and Scott Andrew i have to stay that i am at once shocked and heartened that i am no longer singing in a vacuum (check out both on Nothing New, and Scott solo on The Big Lie That Solves Everything, respectively). It always seemed unusual to me that more bloggers weren’t also closeted muscians, and that more homegrown songwriters weren’t interested in narrating the life that goes along with their music, but within the last four or five months i feel as though i’m finally part of a blogging genre rather than being the whacky one-man-sideshow of the circles i am linked in. And, what’s more, Ariel, Shannon, and Scott collectively blow me out of the water with their vocals, mixing, and production.
Which, i think, means that the bar has been raised for me to learn how to rock the fuck out on this giant debt of a new computer.