Archive for May, 2010

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pet peeve

May 30, 2010

do you know what really drives me crazy? even more than comma splices and inappropriately using apostrophes to indicate a plural? misplaced modifiers. to wit:

The episodic story of two hippies (he and Peter Fonda) making their way across America on motorcycles, Mr. Hopper placed his hero’s quest for identity and fulfillment within the tradition of the road stories of American literature, from Mark Twain through Jack Kerouac.

via SFGate

this is a professional article, written by a professional writer and supposedly edited by a professional copyeditor. and no one noticed that Dennis Hopper just got described as an “episodic story.” which i suppose could be true, in some abstract manner. but not in the manner this writer means.

the reason this is really a pet peeve for me is that while, logically, i understand how people make this mistake, i can’t really practically understand it. how do you not see that? it’s so glaring to me. and it happens all the time. so people, please learn about proper agreement between your subject and the introductory modifying clause. thank you.

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i set fire to our bed

May 28, 2010
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flames on the side of my face

May 28, 2010

so this week’s av q&a raises the question of art (or “art,” as the case may be) that absolutely infuriates you. which i find interesting because i was just thinking about this.

this time last week, i was driving down the coast to santa barbara. my tape player has apparently decided it really doesn’t want to work anymore, and my other ipod adapter (the radio scanner one) is kind of jacked up, so i was stuck with the radio for long swathes of the journey. and while flipping stations trying to find music (instead of shitty drive time djs), i got to hear the new katy perry song, which is so awful i’m not even going to link to it. just trust me, ok? it’s terrible.

and yet i didn’t change the station. i listened the whole way through. 4 minutes of absolute dreck that hurt my soul. and i realized that i almost never change the station when her music comes on. and i realized that this is because i love to hate katy perry’s so-called music. the lyrics are so vapid and inane, the music so craptacularly bland, the singing so atrocious, it’s like a perfect storm of all that’s wrong in pop music.

it’s not so-bad-it’s-good, it’s so bad that i actively enjoy hating it.

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the biggest, meanest motherfucker at R&D Trucking

May 27, 2010

I don’t remember precisely the first DBT song I ever heard, but this is the first one I actually paid attention to, because the story behind it amused the hell out of me. DBT plays this song live a lot, and so pretty much all of their fans are acquainted with the trials and triumphs of Jan and Chester. And now Chester has passed. Rest in peace, man.

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no good intentions

May 17, 2010

to follow up on my previous post, I bring to you a short playlist of DBT songs about small towns. I have listened to these songs many times, and I think about them a lot, but I’m not going to provide any commentary here. I struggled with some, but it’s pretty much stuff I’ve said in other ways in other places, so I’ll just say that I identify with them all in some way, that I feel they capture that sense of confinement and comfort that small towns bring in equal measure, and leave it at that.

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midnight girl in a sunset town

May 17, 2010

I talk a lot of shit about my hometown, and most of it is deserved. But I will say this for it, and for small towns in general: they’re good places to come from.

On Saturday I went to a Basque restaurant in Los Banos. We didn’t arrive in the valley until the evening, and so we missed the worst of the heat. By the time we got out of the car, as the sun was starting to set, the air had reached that perfect temperature that coastal folks sometimes forget about. As much as I hated the weather in Davis, I absolutely loved not needing to carry a sweater when I went out at night. There is nothing that says “summer” quite like a warm evening with a light breeze. Already slightly boozy and pleased by a day in the sun, I was ready to continue feeling boozy and pleasant—even nostalgic—before we even got inside.

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south detroit is a lake

May 14, 2010

y’all, maybe just because it’s friday afternoon, but seriously, this pleases me SO MUCH:

h/t to EotAW