#BLIZZARDSHRUG
The End.
Lexus Executive: We pay you guys top-dollar to sell our cars. We’re not leaving this board room until one of you come up with a useable idea to sell this new RX.
12-year-old: I’ve got an idea.
Lexus Executive: Alright big guy, shoot.
12-year-old: Ok, well, the commercial will start with the car just sitting on the ground…
Lexus Executive: Boring.
12-year-old: …but, then, it starts being lifted off the ground, by, like, giant cables and trophies that say, like, “Most Awesome Car,” or “Strongest Car,” and there are robot sounds like, PPFFFFRRRRTTTTT CHK CHK CHK PPFFFRRRRRRR, the cables are making the robot sounds when they lift the car up…
Lexus Executive: Sounds awesome.
12-year-old: …and then lasers come out of the wa…
Lexus Executive: Wait a minute, are the trophies lifting the car up because there are so many of them? Like a counter balance scale?
12-year-old: What?
Lexus Executive: Never mind, keep going.
12-year-old: So, these lasers come out of the wall, and are like, BRRZZZZZZZ, and they cut through the cables and the car falls down, and the trophies go EVERYWHERE.
Lexus Executive: …
12-year-old:….
Board Room:…
Lexus Executive:…and then what?
12-year-old: Um, well, then the car starts driving, no, wait, at the beginning when the car was lifted in the air it was like spinning its tires, like, “LET ME OUTTA HERE! PUT ME DOWN!” And THEN the lasers cut it down. So, then it starts driving all over the room and around the trophies and there are flashing lights on the walls and then the car is like SCCREEEEECHHHHH and the car stops right in front of the camera and all the trophies hit the ground because the car was driving so fast that it was like the trophies were falling in slow motion.
Lexus Executive: You guys get all that?
A Quick History of Tutting by George Justin Blizzard:
Tutting was born out of the need for kids to express themselves while not breaking out of frame of their front facing laptop camera streaming to Facebook. There was also a strong desire to be known for doing something while applying as little effort as possible, like not having to even stand up. Tutting’s origins are deeply rooted in tecktonics.
David Allen from, Getting Things Done.
Read this book.
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Your Morning Shot: Bob Dylan
“People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.” - Bob Dylan
I wonder if in 1988 Spike Lee knew that in 2012 a 29 year old white guy would hear “Da Butt” played on the radio, and think, “There’s no way the radio is playing a song with the chorus ‘do it in the butt.’”
Apparently the chorus is, “doing da butt,” but I’m still skeptical.
One of the few performances/pieces of art that gives me the chills every time I watch it.
A lot of memories are soundtracked to The Last Waltz. I watched the film, listened to the album, read about the concert so much that it became mythical; I researched every detail that was available: production notes, rumors, camera movements, commentary, what guests did just before and just after they were on stage.
I remember reading a column, Rolling Stone used to have a Revisits section at the end of their reviews that it might have been from, that expressed the urgency of all the performances during The Last Waltz. The Band was breaking up, there was a lot of inner turmoil around it, Levon Helm maybe being the most vocal and adamant about not breaking up. The writer describes being in the ballroom, watching The Band perform, seeing them put absolutely everything they had into these songs, because they know it would be the last time they performed them together.
It leaves you with an almost unsettling mixture of feelings. The excitement you feel of watching a band perform so cohesively is intercut with feelings of longing or sadness. And the ability to see it all in Levon Helm’s performance. I don’t think you have to do all the research and obsessing to notice it. Helm’s performance is just so good.
It’s the type of feeling that takes a tremendous amount of talent to describe, and I certainly don’t possess it.
R.I.P. Levon.
Do you remember when you first listened to mewithoutYou’s “Gentlemen” and thought “man, this guy is really serious;” then you listened to the song again, this time reading along with the liner notes, and you saw that the original lyric was actually “what good is one mitten without the other,” and you thought “‘mitten’? hahaha, who’s idea was that?” but now whenever you listen to the song you can’t help but replace “glove” with “mitten,” and you forever call gloves “mittens” because to you it’s funny that anyone would ever try to write the word “mittens” into a rock song?
David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction, 1993.
Replace “TV,” “television,” or “watching TV” with “internet,” and “checking Facebook.”
David Foster Wallace was really smart.