electric relaxation

I went with my friend Tony to see Steve Yockey’s Skin earlier tonight at the Climate Theatre on 9th st. It was simple, cute, and thoroughly entertaining. I’m not much of a theatre buff, but most plays that I do see are far more “serious”; it was nice to see a play that was interesting and entertaining without feeling like I was participating in an exercise in intellectual masturbation.

Good enough for the high score.

Seen online (guess where):

I have an issue with consumerism and don’t understand excessive
income unless your saving the world with it. I’m on the never ending
search for that perfect career and don’t believe in settling for
something just because it pays the bills.

Amdur made my day by pointing out the your/you’re mistake. Take your flannel shirt and your indie pop idealism back to your parents’ country house in Marin, hippie. I’m sick of subsidizing health care for the entire staff of your urban-arts-collective-slash-coffee-shop-slash-organic-pilates-studio.

Holy crap I need to move.

Track one on Black Milk’s Tronic is now my favorite song for 2009. I coined a new term to describe it: it’s a “punch em in the mouth” song. That is to say, it’s one of those tracks that you play for somebody when they tell you they like hip-hop, and then you punch them in the mouth for being full of shit.

I blew out the woofer cones on one of the satellites as well as the sub of my old Altec Lansing 2.1 setup. I cried tears of sweet, bitter nostalgia for about fifteen seconds, then I threw that shit out and ordered a pair of Audioengine A2‘s, which I just finished setting up. $200, they’re tiny, and I really like them. The vaguely annoying gloss finish doesn’t really stand out in the cave-like atmosphere of my bedroom. Also, I think they sound pretty good, but what do I know.

145 WPM.

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I hit 133 WPM in my best single race, which is exactly one word short of Ginzton’s best of 134.

This can only end in tears.

Update: 144, trick.

It’s Bumpy Knuckles, baby. 

Crazy Like a Foxxx, 1994, Fat Beats Records. Finally released. Dope on plastic. I recently started running regularly at the gym, and I got through about 8 rotations of Project Mice without getting sick of it. He has one of the simplest, illest flows. Bumpy Knucks is like what KRS-One thinks that he is, but really isn’t.

Also in the deck, I picked up a copy of The Slow Motions EP, written, performed and produced by one Eric Barnhorst. I have a huge man-crush on the artist;  he seems like a really cool guy. I wish I’d gotten his autograph on the album. Anyway, it’s really good. I’ve played it for a couple of friends in an attempt to correct for any personal bias. The Jonas cover is awesome, though I know I’m biased there because I love the original song too.