Sunday

The Future Sound of London - The Isness



This is very interesting. In the '90 FSOL made some of the most groundbreaking electronic music, so when I picked up their 2002 album "The Isness" I expected some breakbeat driven techno with ambient interludes and creative sampling. "We Have Explosive" is one of my most beloved tracks from my '90s childhood. "The Isness" is nothing like that at all. It is '60s style psychedelic music; at some point FSOL finished their mollies and got a bunch of 'cid. They also made friends with a veritable city of musicians, employing a whole orchestra of strings and horns, guitars, sitars, and a gospel choir. Regardless of my expectations, I will be having a dose of whatever FSOL has on hand because they have created a fantastic album of pastoral psychedelia.
The opener, Elysian Feels hearkens back to their days of samplers and synths, but it dissolves and gives way to the mello hippo disco show which is not disco at all. The lyrics are decent throughout the album, bordering on the dumb but lines like "he's feeling kind of low low/ thinks her life is go go/ but it's so so slow/ he's screaming for the do-do" and "while you're here miss medicinal/ well I think you're cuticle/ so beautiful" can be forgiven when they're woven into these electroacoustic soundscapes.
Consider the mammoth epic The Galaxial Phamaceutical. Electronic effects wash over acoustic guitar and horns, giving way to Beatles-style vocalizing over piano chords, building up again, and so on, all the way to the edge of the universe. It is notable that none of the album comes off as forced or hokey, especially given it's aspirations. A song like "Divinity" could easily come off wrong, with it's hey-na-na-nas and sitar, but FSOL crafts a gorgeous epic.
I suppose it is my bunx, but I never really regarded '90s electronic groups like The Chemical Brothers, FSOL, The Prodigy, Fatboy Slim, etc as songsmiths. I figured that they could create danceable party jams, but I didn't bother to keep up with the bands catalogs past the turn of the century. I thought that they would be turning out more of the same beats; much of their previous works haven't aged so well. It turns out that FSOL and The Chemical Brothers (I don't know about the Prodigy, nor Fatboy Slim) have come a long way and matured quite well.
The only caveat is whether one is in the mood for trippy hippy music. The album feels positively massive at an hour and change due to the the sheer density of the music. Rather than sitting to listen to the whole album, I've been enjoying it in increments, listening to a half at a time. I haven't had the chance to dose up to this album, or even to accompany the album with a bong pull, but I feel the album is ideal for drug use.
I'll find somewhere to upload some mp3s and share those, otherwise find an inexpensive way to acquire this album because it is good to have around, especially with fall approaching.

Thursday

Belly Fat is The New Six Pack

Thats right! Belly fat is the new six-pack. Say good bye to crunches and quit watching late night Fab-ab ads. Don't forget, you first heard it here!
(Right fucking now, Jason Hu exposes his soft under belly to a potential mate during a pre-mating ritual in Flushing, Queens.)

Wednesday

Enormous Cry Baby Sues Columbia!





So apparently any whiny asshole can get a law degree. This guy is apparently so threatened by women that he is suing Columbia because of their Women's Studies program. This guy apparently sues every time his social life collapses, which seems fairly often considering that this guy is New York's whiniest douche bag. Women won't sleep with you? File suit against women learning. That will teach them! Hell, this guy even sued the night clubs where he failed to get laid. What a loser. (I am eagerly awaiting your legal response to my comments, you sniveling worm of a man. That's right, you - Den Hollander).



http://blogs.wsj.com/law/2008/08/18/anti-feminist-lawyer-sues-columbia-over-womens-studies-courses/#comment-280861

Sunday

Hipsters didn't dance at Future Islands and EAR PWR show

So I went with Nick to the EAR PWR and Future Island show and, no surprise, the majority of the crowd was non-dancing hipsters. Why do they not dance? Dancing is not only fun, but it contributes to the overall energy of the show, like cheering on Olympic athletes or yelling "amen!" when worshiping a false god. When people sit on couches in the edges of the room or lean on the walls with their arms crossed it makes it look like the music isn't awesome enough to make them move their body. Dancing also increases reproductive fitness.

The other annoyance was all the non-dancing hipsters taking pictures of me dancing. Whhhaat? Let me know when I turn up on Vice Magazine's DOs and DON'Ts or flickr/facebook. I was headbanging with some girl at the afterparty and this dude with a penis-extension camera squats down in front of us like he's dropping a duece in the woods and opens up with his camera flash. I'm not going to flatter myself, I'm sure he was taking pictures of Princess Skinny McPartygirl, but it was a lame interjection to my frenzied dancing. He was at risk of being stomped on. Hopefully I will be able to dredge up some pictures some stranger took of me so they could complain "THIS GUY WUZ DANCIN ALL CRAZY AND STEPPED ON MAH TOESES!! RUINT THE SHOW! A SERIOUS DON'T! LOL WHUT A DORK!"

People who dance at shows are awesome; fuck people who don't dance at high energy shows. Nina Simone said "You either got to dance or have sex!" some people are obviously doing neither, I prefer to do both. My theory is that it is a hold-over from the white puritans who first colonized the United States.

Friday

Future Shock Nostalgia!




I am getting so very excited to see some of my favorite bands from my old life. Tonight upcoming future shock giant-robots Future Islands will be playing at the Silent Barn in Brooklyn. Future Islands is presently out of Baltimore where they are working with Dan Deacon's Wham City. They are formerly of Asheville, NC and Greenville NC. I have a bit of personal history with these guys and I'm eager to see them. Opening for them will be Asheville's Ear Pwr. I went to college with these cats and also have a personal connection. This show is going to feel like going home.

Where is the show?

Exit the L train at Halsey and take a left on Wyckoff walking towards Manhattan (past the gas station). The Silent Barn is on the right two blocks down. Doors are at 7:00PM. I'm not sure of the cover but these guys deserve your money. Go dance your ass off!

http://www.myspace.com/futureislands
http://www.myspace.com/earpwr

The "French Surrender"












Event: Women's Fencing
What happened during this event will seriously bother you or may even traumatise you, especially if you are French. These pics tell a gripping and awe inspiring tale of how a French woman, on foreign soil, broke into the strict traditional bastion held only by the French male: SURRENDER.
Check this out.
From T to B
(Pic 1): French woman Mary Passepartout challenges random redneck American woman at the Olympics.

(Pic 2): Needless to say, fight ensues: the swords are drawn again, three full centuries after the Louisana purchase. Also, a quick look at the pic reveals Passepartout (on your Left) flipping the finger at her counterpart even as she is in attack mode.

(Pic 3): Halfway through the fight Passepartout realises her folly.

(Pic 4): Genetics trump faux adrenaline rush- Passepartout lifts her face gaurd. Yes, this was the moment she was waiting for; her only chance to usher in a
nouvelle révolution Française.

(Pic 5): She simply gives up and walks away denying the American a hard earned victory!

" Hey!!?" Does that make the French more civilized?" one may ask.
I do not know. Only time will tell.

NOTE: RightFuckingNow suggests you click on individual pictures to have a more intimate experience.
The Manhattan Ranchers Testicles sans the testicles.

Thursday

Ranchers Testicles/Huevos Rancheros in HD for the visually impaired.

Rancher Testicles

Huevos Rancheros is basically beans with eggs on top, with veggies on top of that. As always, the main rule is: do what you want to do, don't do what you don't want to do. Let's start with the beans:

For the beans, I used black beans and mixed them with refried beans. I started by frying some garlic, jalepeno, and a few small pieces of cow liver. After they was all cooked up good, I put in some cilantro stalk and some lime. We cooked them long enough to thicken up a bit, maybe about an hour.

Our neighbor Leonard came by and hooked us up with some sausages. The eggs were fried in the sausage greese by Nick. Easy. We also fried some corn tortillas. This too is easy.

The best part is the fresh vegetables to top it all off with. I chose red pepper, cilantro, avocado, and tomatillo, you are free to choose anything you wish. I cut up all the vegetables in medium sized pieces and salted them and mixed them in a bowl and put them in the refridgerator.

Here is a diagram of how I chose arrange the pieces:

------Salsa---------------------
-------------------Vegetables---
---Sausage---Egg----Tortilla---
-------------Beans------------

Here is a picture:



As always, you are free to make your food any way that you feel like.

In this picture, this hitherto aggressive dog with serious behavioral problems has entirely submitted to his masters' whims. They are now IN CONTROL, which means the dog is high on a concoction of mind altering substances and is blisfully rolling in its own pee. They are also his pack leaders after having mastered Cesar Milan's techniques. The Dog weesperror's techniques work. What..? ...what did you say...Tschhhh.....

J K Bong (Joe's fav Pitcher)





J K Bong, the now famous Olympic baseball pitcher from Korea, seen here in action against United States. Notice how the former pothead turned "medical" marijuana user, Bong, undergoes various emotional changes in his quest for the Gold.

Breaking In

Right fucking now, as Joe and Nick are in deep slumber partly induced by the fine dining experience which included Tuna steak(pic below), I, unfortunately have to rant about how my reflexes let me down. I came home, put my keys on the table but wanted to go out again. So i close the door shut even as I realise i forgot to take my keys with me. My brain screamed STOP but my hands slammed the door shut in one swift, nonchalant arc of motion. Now my lock is broke and it will take me some prying to get in or out. I guess i have to train my hands to obey my brain. I'll work on my reflexes like that guy in Karate Kid - yeah i'll blindfold myself and try to catch fish. Or maybe swat flies, whichever is easier...

Wednesday

Dinner 08/13




Joe and I grilled some corn. That's pretty easy - do nothing but put it over fire.

We also grilled some tuna steaks marinated with a bit of soy and lime juice. Those came out over done. Next time I'll be quicker.

First recipe: Nick cooked lunch

Black Beans and Yam quick chili

1/2 yam, peeled and cubed
1/2 onion, sliced
4 cloves garlic, crushed and chopped
1/2 cup mixed bell pepper slices
1 can black beans
2 tsp salt
4 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp clove, ground
2 1/2 tbsp cumin

Heat a few tsp of oil with a high smoke point, such as sunflower. Add the cubed yam and stir fry until the orange color brightens up. Pour a small amount of water into the pan and put a lid on it. Steam the yam until it is soft. Cook off the remaining water and add a few more drops of oil. Stir fry the onion and garlic until it starts to soften. Add the bell pepper slices. Pour off half of the liquid from the can and add to the pan. Cook until heated through. Serve with tortillas.

RIGHT FUCKING NOW IS RIGHT FUCKING NOW, RIGHT NOW!1

Right now we are watching the Olympics. J K Bong is my favorite pitcher. We'll post a picture as soon as Yesh takes a picture of him.