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Songs of the Day courtesy of THE RESIDENTS.

In music on December 21, 2010 at 8:00 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

Merry Christmas from The Residents.

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Your (Presumeably) First Introduction to Paul Outerbridge

In meat packer's gloves on December 21, 2010 at 7:29 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

was this photo:

“The trompe l’oeil is the ironic simulacrum of reality. It is what surrealism was to the functionalist revolution of the early twentieth century — surrealism being but an ironic reverie on the principle of functionality. And like trompe l’oeil surrealism is not quite part of art or art history, for their concern is with a metaphysical dimension, and not with matters of style. They attack our sense of reality or functionality and, therefore, our sense of consciousness. They seek out the wrong or reverse side of things, and undermine the world’s apparent factuality. This is why the pleasure that they give us, their seductiveness, however small, is radical; for it comes from a radical surprise borne of appearances, from a life prior to the mode of production of the real world.”

Yes, I typed all this out for you, dear readers. Yes, Baudrillard is baller. Yes, that is a nude wearing meat packer’s gloves. Is it art? Well, what do you think?

SOTD: The Cramps, “Green Fuzz”

In SOTD on December 20, 2010 at 5:35 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

(Nota bene: The first time I ever heard this song was when I was a senior in college, and had just witnessed a boy solve a Rubik’s cube in 20 minutes. Directly after accomplishing this feat, he immediately hopped on a skateboard and skated around the room, drinking from a plastic jug of water, until he crashed into the bed and proceeded to kiss me. The song in that moment ruled utterly.) Read the rest of this entry »

Helmut Newton is Like Sex That Hurts (in a good way):

In Uncategorized on December 18, 2010 at 3:23 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

Goddamn. You know?

Read an interview here.

Squid Pro Quo: A Brief Dissertation

In food on December 16, 2010 at 6:06 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

Readers, I am here to inform you of that which I incessantly crave:

Y'all better squid-daddle!

If you are averse to anything that remotely elicits thoughts of pungent sea oders, I suggest you desist from reading any further. If, however, you are, as I am, deeply infatuated with the briny, sweet, salty, MSG-laden morsels of dried, shredded squid, do read on.

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Word of the Day

In WOTD on December 16, 2010 at 5:48 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

a·be·ce·dar·i·an

abecedarian pronunciation /ˌeɪbisiˈdɛəriən/ Show Spelled[ey-bee-see-dair-ee-uhn] Show IPA

–noun

1.

a person who is learning the letters of the alphabet.

2.

a beginner in any field of learning.

Song of the Day: “Don’t Talk In Your Sleep” by Magik Markers

In music, SOTD on December 16, 2010 at 5:29 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

Elisa Ambrogio is my sonic dream queen, her perfect vocal insouciance a palatable mash-up of Niagara’s (of Destroy All Monsters) sexy ramble and Kim Gordon’s boozy monotone. In my salad days of yore (as if I am so god damned old now), I dreamt of fronting a band as noisy, thrashy, and cool as Magik Markers. Now I realize I can’t even try because they just rule too god damned much. Magik Markers, you can write all over my soul in permanent ink. You own my heart.

Word of the Day

In WOTD on December 15, 2010 at 5:23 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

  • co·mes·ti·ble Noun   /kəˈmestəbəl/ listen
    Synonyms:
    • comestibles plural
    • An item of food
      • a fridge groaning with comestibles
  • Add starRemove star co·mes·ti·ble Adjective   /kəˈmestəbəl/ listen
    • Edible
      • comestible plants

Gotta book it.

In books on December 15, 2010 at 5:15 pm

by Mimsy Leguin

When it is as cold as Siberia masquerading as Nebraska outside, all I want to do is sit within the soft confines of my couch and read until my eyes fall out. If you are of the same ilk as I, feast your own eye on these book suggestions that may keep you from going stir-crazies from cabin fever (or at least distract you from hearing your house mate play Angry Bird on his iPhone for the 321898th time).

 

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