I give up. Kinda.

I still plan to write longish blog posts about various pertinent and impertinent subjects here (I do! Really!), but I've decided random youtube inanity and such looks a little too random and inane here. Instead, I'll post such things on a Tumblr, where it looks prettier. But - SERIOUSLY - I could write some mamajama of a post here tomorrow. I AM NOT KIDDING. Now that I have a separate outlet for internet media jive, maybe this blog will reblossom (or just blossom, your call) into an outlet for the kind of heady, ruminative prose that seems so refreshing in this era of twitters, SEOs and Lady GaGas. Stranger things have happened! Something to do now that Idol's almost over.

If you are looking for unheralded quality longform bloggery, check out Mind Your Own Goddamn Business, by my childhood friend Trey. It's funnier than all that big city shit (including mine), and it's straight outta Greeley, CO. I haven't seen this guy since the summer of 1991, and he's apparently aged like fine wine.

My Brain Is Melting

Found out about Yooouuutuuube from Alex. Here's a few I came up with.

The first thing that came to mind.

Even more beautiful than the original video.

It's like a magic eye painting!

Not for the easily seasick.

Hell.

Evil Cowards Hype Continues Here

Caught Electric Six at Maxwell's last night - don't know if they had the percussion stand last time they were in the area but Dick Valentine plays extra percussion on instrumental breaks now. It's a shame I won't be able to see them tonight at the Bowery Ballroom, as Evil Cowards, the Dick Valentine spin-off I wasn't aware of until the merch person sold me their CD, is opening. It's a synth-pop duo with back-up dancers. Ohhhh yeah.

According to their bio, Evil Cowards will be playing a bunch of shows this summer. They better, or I will cry.

Eminem, "3 AM"

You know what would have been really scary, Eminem? If you were wearing clown make-up.

ich bin mclovin

Type "German Trailer" into YouTube along with the name of a movie. Fun!

(Possibly less fun if you speak the language, but still.)