Realizing that I really don’t give that much of a shit about what Lindsay Lohan/Jeremy Piven/Paris Hilton/Andy Dick is up to now, I’ve dropped my old guilty pleasure Defamer from my feed reader and replaced it with Gawker’s new music blog Idolator.
After reading their manifesto it seems like a pretty fair trade to me.
Speaking of art exhibits, Sarah and I took a day trip from Bakersfield last weekend to go attend Coop‘s Brand Recognition opening at sixspace.
It was something that I promised Sarah that we could go do and I’m glad that I got the chance to take her to do it. As a reformed rockabilly, she was so excited to get to meet Coop in the flesh. She seemed to beam for most of the day — from the trip out, thru the exhibit itself and during our victory dinner of Monte Cristo sandwiches at Jerry’s.
I’m really happy when I get the opportunity to show Sarah why I love LA so darn much — and I’m even more happy to see her loving it too.
After seeing that it will include a live, painted elephant, I am so looking forward to Banksy‘s guerrilla art exhibit in Los Angeles this weekend. I don’t care what I have to do, I am not going to fucking miss this.
This might come in handy for setting up a note taking site for the next LA BarCamp… “Mobwrite is an text box which allows multiple people to edit the same text at the same time.”
Turns out Danger Mouse was the one responsible for the music side of Banksy’s Paris Hilton prank. That explains why I thought the track was catchy despite being really long.
40 minutes of the same monotonous beat and an occasional vapid comment from Ms. Hilton. I’d say the joke goes on too long – but perhaps that a subtle bit of commentary.
A clever, funny, Oscar nominated short film by Sean Ellis that’s apparently been turned into a feature. If you’re offended by tastefully shot naked bits of the female anatomy, you might want to not watch this.
“Gelato shops – which offer a cream-free form of ice cream — are the new hubs of neo-Italian excitement, pushing a neighborhood from middle to upper class.”
If the scroll ball on my Mighty Mouse at work didn’t give up the ghost this afternoon, I don’t think I might have found Dave Shea’s musings as funny as I do right now.
P.S. Anyone have a recommendation for a decent (inexpensive to moderately priced) mouse that I can requisition at work tomorrow morning?
Advertising/Design Goodness points to some exceptionally executed BBC World ads that may require a bit of concentration before they decide to unveil their cleverness to you.
So I was just thinking — it wouldn’t be an altogether horrible idea to get together an OPML or XOXO list of the BarCamp Los Angeles crew’s blogs, would it?
If someone wants to work with me on getting this done, let me know!
I finally managed to see Brick with Sarah this weekend — and I’d go so far as to say that it’s probably my favorite movie of the past year. Then again, I’ve always had a soft spot for film noir inspired work.
Perhaps one of my favorite bits of the movie were the snappy, rapid fire verbal acrobatics. How rapid fire was it? Let’s just say that at times, the delivery would have made the Gilmore Girls head spin.
Brad Bramish: Oh yeah? Brendan Frye: Yeah. Brad Bramish: Oh yeah? Brendan Frye: Yeah. Brad Bramish: Yeah? Brendan Frye: There’s a thesaurus in the library. Yeah is under “Y”. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Renting this totally made up for seeing “Snakes On A Plane” on Friday…