I’m certainly biased towards artists I’ve loved a long time, those from the DC area, and those with whom I’ve gone to pool parties.
Chvrches - The Bones of What You Believe Cut Copy - Free Your Mind Daft Punk - Random Access Memories Deathfix - Deathfix Disclosure - Settle The Dismemberment Plan - Uncanney Valley Future Bible Heroes - Partygoing Janelle Monae - The Electric Lady M.I.A. - Matangi Miley Cyrus - Bangerz
Last night I had a friend over for pork loin that I slow cooked in Dijon, balsamic, and brown sugar. It was, if I may say, delicious.
This morning it occurred to me how extremely unfortunate that, until my early 30s, I thought I didn’t like pork. Until then my exposure to pig products had only been ham—which I always found too salty, pork chops—which was so dry it made me thirstier than gay boys on tumblr, and bacon—which is wonderful and God’s gift to non-Muslims and non-Jews but I thought it the exception to the rule.
After the 1983 break-up of The Beat (known as The English Beat in North America), Dave Wakeling and Ranking Roger decided to continue working together in a new venture. They joined up with keyboardist Mickey Billingham (Dexys Midnight Runners), guitarist Mick Jones (The Clash), bassist Horace Panter (The Specials) and drummer Stoker (Dexys Midnight Runners/The Bureau) to form a quasi-supergroup of the UK punk/ska/mod scene. The band was dubbed General Public and was signed to Virgin Records in the UK and I.R.S. Records in North America.
My employer is having an International Talent Show as part of its holiday festivities and sent out an email that read, in part, “Calling all performers from the USA, Caribbean, Latin America, Europe, Asia and Africa!!!”
Which means “GO AWAY Canada and Australia!!”, right?
Anyway, I’ve gotten a group together to do a dramatic interpretation of the family therapy episode of “Keeping Up with the Kardashians.” I will be playing the part of Rob.
I was eating breakfast in the food court at the Philadelphia airport just now and this old white guy got up and left all his trash at his table and the woman sweeping the area said nicely “oh, sir, there’s a trash can over there” and pointed and smiled and then the old white dude gave her a blank look and said gruffly but softly “yeah, I see” and then kept going.
This is all just to say that I feel bad for my dad because it must be a burden to be the exception that makes the rule about old white guys being assholes. I’m glad I’m going to be able to help him out in that task as I earn more gray whiskers.
I’m leaving work early today because I am going to California tomorrow and even though it’s only been two weeks since I got a haircut I’m going in for a trim and I’m tempted to say to my new lady barber “I’m going to a wedding that will be full of fancy bears with really, really good hair this weekend so don’t fuck it up,” but will probably say “just a little off the sides, don’t touch the top please,” instead because I’m only aggressive in my head or in bed and I still need to figure out what to wear and wondering if gingham is appropriate in fall in San Francisco.