I don’t need your platforms. I built my own soapbox.

Why is the History Channel playing a U2 song in a promo for a show about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.?

When I was growing up, gasoline was $.89/gallon. I paid over $4/gallon for diesel yesterday. Fuel might finally be competing with Boston’s public transportation fees.

Does anyone try to make a living by mass producing cardboard signs that the downtrodden can hold while standing on corners and in medians, asking for spare change? Does anyone assume people in public space need help with their message, their content, their audience participation? Do we try to sell them on our brand of pen or marker? Then why would we insult strangers online with the same condescension?

Reading: An Open Letter to White Feminists, Bitch blogs, The Autumn of the Multitaskers.

Loving: windchimes in parking lots, Brian Gibson’s Photography video, the work of Anna Chiaretta Lavatelli, photos from Cindy Pistachio, forcing Andreas to listen to Andrew WK party songs and our confusing debates about why it is/not the best pop music, ever.

Whoever you are, you’re wrong. You don’t have your own TV show.


click for idol in an empty arcade

This is a lumiere video and does not have an audio track.

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04.09.08 / 2pm
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