Barbecue, beer, and brats can only mean one thing, and I don’t mean drunken kinky photo-ops.
Posted on May 19th, 2008 by Antiguit
The library reeks of frustration. Young men with stubbled jaws who engage me in conversation on lift rides to the fifth storey smell like freshly-ground coffee beans. These amicable fellows who misplace their razors and smell like a Starbucks—why do they gravitate towards me in lifts, where witty bantering is truncated by the electronic ding that lets you know you’ve arrived on your desired floor, and why so late in the semester?
The ambitions of sleep-deprived undergraduates saturate the air and anywhere, anytime, at any given nook and cranny of this building, thoughts and ideas are skipping across miles and miles of of myelinated neurons. Somebody needs to look into harvesting alternative energy from school-induced stress, if ever we run out of water or wind one day.
In one corner of the library, some mathematics student who should have his eyes fixated on the inherent wisdom of a statistics textbook is shunning his academic duties (he is stalking somebody on Facebook). We don’t know each other and probably never will, but he knows that for one week, there is a solid probability that he has something in common with the history student whose eyes should be fixated on the inherent wisdom of a Woodrow Wilson speech (she is updating a weblog).
But what we have in common are not riches or everlasting love or a desire to change the world; what we have in common is a little less heartwarming. What we have in common is.
Posted on May 14th, 2008 by Antiguit
The new Discovery campaign is great, but I wonder how long it’ll be before it drives me nuts.
Posted on May 7th, 2008 by Antiguit
1. How did I let it get this bad?
2. If I were not made out of propriety and chickenshit and irony, then yes. But I am sober and scared and cynical, so no.
3. And you. What is wrong, and why won’t you let me look after you?
4. Aaaaaarrrggghhh.
5. End of cryptic transmission.
Posted on May 6th, 2008 by Antiguit
This will be the last Coachella-related post, I promise! Here is a set of bands I took a great liking to when we were there, and I am currently busy pumping my iPod with their tunes:
Electric Touch - what nice, polite boys, and they have a solid repertoire of foot tapping-worthy numbers as well. An Austin-based foursome with an English frontman, a piano, and the good sense to do a lot of interacting with the mosh pit, they score high on charisma and catchy tunes.
Holy Fuck - their live performance was amazing, and from gig reviews I’ve been reading, ‘amazing’ is pretty much a word used constantly to describe their performances. But would you expect any less from a troupe that employs toy phaser guns to generate some sweet electronica beats?
VHS or Beta - when we sat down on the grass for lunch to dine to what we thought was Minus the Bear, I look up at A after a few minutes into the set to ask if she was sure it was Minus the Bear we were listening to. She checks her watch and says oh no, this is VHS or Beta. A fab accidental find, I think!
If anyone is at all interested in going to the fest next year, contact me and I can hook you up with Abid, the Best Taxi Driver in Southern California. He will try his best to get you into accommodations that do not cost an arm and a leg during festival weekend. Now if everything goes as planned, A and I should be hitting Austin City Limits come September for more great music and catching up with Caleb. Roll on Texas!
Posted on May 2nd, 2008 by Antiguit
