+ The Election and The Media. How the latter needs the former and will fuck with it in any way shape or form. Yes Couric, I’m looking at you.
+ Nas’ new record, it’s title, and why the two are forever connected. And how that could be a very bad thing.
+ The Dark Knight, and why Tom Houseman’s review is so bloody wrong that it kills me to be putting him in the blog roll.
+ Dr. Horrible, which was anything but.
+ Greenpoint. A new apartment. Furnishing said apartment. A fire in the street. The small world we live in, and more.
+ Apple. … Well, we’ll see about that. Something in relation to the computer and software maker is soon to follow on this blog. Guaranteed. There’s a lot to talk about. This upcoming product transition. “Real Dan.” iPhone 2.0. How I don’t own an iPhone yet.
When you’re a dumb tweeny pop band and your photo shows up with Nas’ lyrics … I’m speechless.
My cousin is apeshit for them, according to Facebook. Little knobs this douchey looking shouldn’t be marketable. But that’s what the kids want, I guess.
Today marked the start of July and the start of a new era, the Greenpoint era. Note: whenever I pack boxes to move, I get “We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now” stuck in my head. Thank you Judd Apatow.
I’ve done the walk from the Bedford L to the apartment a few times now, and I’m pretty happy with the 12 blocks + McCarren length distance.
Just a note so that my expected hiatus isn’t attributed incorrectly amongst the people goodly enough to read this. That stuttering problem I had with the MacBook Pro has been so annoying that this Sunday I’m going to take it in to an Apple store for repair. Yes, yes, I’ve already been less frequent, and there’s been some behind the scenes chaos here at Hypothetical Genius, but this is a see you later. Tomorrow’s Brown Bag’s show at the Knitting Factory, Thursday is moving in day the second, Friday is the 4th aka party hardy, and Saturday is … well … more of Friday. Then Sunday is when this thing goes into the shop.
So I leave you with these words of thought from those guys that call themselves The Hold Steady:
We’re gonna build something, this summer
We’re gonna build something, this summer
We’ll put it back together- raise up a giant ladder
With love, and trust, and friends, and hammers (This summer!)
We’re gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower
Climb up to the top, and drink and talk (This summer!)
