keep off hipsters

Finally, someone is bringing the issue out in the open: The Hipster. Fresh new site Look at This Fucking Hipster gives us a chance to laugh at the ridiculousness of the hipster elite, and also helps us secretly recover from hipster envy.

PS: the fact that this is the one picture on Wikipedia's entry makes me smile a little, inside.

Dear Old Love,

VARSITY
I should have given you my letter jacket senior year.

FIND AND REPLACE
Every time you say “girlfriend,” in my head I swap
it for another word, like “aunt.”

LEVI SPOUSE
My wife wonders why I keep that old pair of jeans.
It’s because I was wearing them the last time I was with you.

TRUE DOV WAITS
I wish American Apparel had been around when we were
together. I would’ve relentlessly stuffed you into
their underwear. Just thinking about it makes me quiver.

MY TINE
The way you held your fork, I knew I’d do
anything you suggested.

A BURRITO SUPREME
When your new hippie friends abandon you, I’ll be here
waiting. With Taco Bell.

HAD ME A BLAST
You broke my heart once, and when you return for the
summer, I will let you do it again.

Along the lines of favorites such as Post Secret and F My Life, Dear Old Love is a new blog where posters anonymously send short notes 'to' their old loves. I expected a lot of hostility, but not all are so. The posts range from sweet to bitter, from angry to relieved. Though I don't think there's as much of a release as Post Secret (or you know, calling the person), the site has me hooked for the time being.

Jury says:

Officially convicted for the murder of Lana Jackson in 2003, Spector will serve a manadatory 18 years in prison before being eligible of parole. You can read the story here.

If a picture says a 1000 words, I don't even know where to start.

right over the top

Not all of you will enjoy this video, as it is trashy and classless.
Plus the hot dogs are über creepy.
At the same time, connoseuirs of Sir Sébastien will appreciate his quality dance bopping-in-place moves, the spoon on the nose, the hair over the face, and the uncomfortable looking suits.

I was mostly excited to see him sitting in the egg chair- just like the one at my workplace (see 1:44):

the time of the assassins

Now that The Strokes' overextended hiatus is coming to an end, I've been listening to their side projects as a build up, because I love how much they sound like The Strokes even when they do their own, completely different stuff. Albert Hammond Jr. was an immediate contentment, and I've continued to be pleased by his music. I haven't listed to Fab's band Little Joy yet, but I was extremely excited to a) tenatively listen and b) immediately turn the volume up for bassist Nikolai Fraiture's band Nickel Eye.

And yes.
It took me a moment to figure out that Nickel Eye = Nikolai.

Though keeping with some basic Strokes elements, Nickel Eye is an interesting, more low key sound from a seemingly whole different era. Fraiture's voice is a surprise from the bassist's normally quiet and reserved stage persona. He's got this fantastic noir/western-but-still-whiney-rock feel. Choice tracks are Intro (Every Time) and Brandy of the Damned.

Best of all? The covers- with beautiful guitar playing, shy voice, and genuinely personal feeling: Nico's These Days (above) and Leonard Cohen's Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye (below).

Who's with me? Go Green Death!

The coach of this precocious soccer team sadly had to resign due to this creative yet much unappreciated pre-season email to the parents of the team.

My favorite excerpt:
I believe winning is fun and losing is for losers. Ergo, we will strive for the "W" in each game. While we may not win every game (excuse me, I just got a little nauseated) I expect us to fight for every loose ball and play every shift as if it were the finals of the World Cup. While I spent a good Saturday morning listening to the legal liability BS, which included a 30 minute dissertation on how we need to baby the kids and especially the refs, I was disgusted. The kids will run, they will fall, get bumps, bruises and even bleed a little. Big deal, it's good for them (but I do hope the other team is the one bleeding). If the refs can't handle a little criticism, then they should turn in their whistle. The sooner they figure out how to make a decision and live with the consequences the better. My heckling of the refs is actually helping them develop as people. The political correctness police are not welcome on my sidelines.

If I was a parent, I would welcome a coach like this.