I just reviewed Pomegranates’ new album One Of Us over at Speak Easily. I spent a good chunk of my day doing this rather than getting anxious about my first day of work tomorrow.
Pomegranates Review
Bagels + Tacos
I tried very hard to not post a link to a website dedicated to tacos Photoshopped into album art, but now that there’s a companion site in Movie Bagel, I feel ill-equipped to stop myself.
I’ve been working a lot on my Boom mix and getting anxious to start work on Monday, but a lot of down time has been spent revisiting The Perry Bible Fellowship. There’s a great comic app on my phone that allows me to thumb through loads of comic strips, but Nicholas Gurewitch’s strips beat out anything in the daily funnies. Imagine, if you will, if Gary Larson was capable of humor. Below are a few more and here are some links to a few more of my favorites.
My Speak Easily cohort (Ryan) and I stopped at Aficionado in Perrysburg today and came home with Dogfish Head’s Bitches Brew, an ale brewed with honey and gesho in honor of the 40th anniversary of the release of Miles Davis’ classic album of the same name.
Working on websites with Bitches Brews appealing to both our gustatory and auditory senses is more than likely the only advisable way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
I’ve been sitting and allowing this US currency redesign concept to grow on me. Dowling Duncan created bills that are more functional and informative than what I now consider our green abominations. Each bill’s artwork corresponds to its denomination, is vertical, and increases in height as the bills get “larger.” I recognize that many may balk at placing President Obama on a bill already, and I’ll concede that to be a reasonable point. His election was, however, historic and is the focus of the justification for his likeness on the $1 bill.
Read more about the redesign and get a better look at the bills here and then contact your friend that works for the US Treasury or Federal Reserve or Congress or a counterfeiter. I want this money somehow.
Employed
Two months (to the day) after earning my Bachelors of Science in Business Administration from Bowling Green State University, I have found my first post-collegiate position. I start one week from today and am thoroughly excited. Huzzah!
My good friend Ryan and I were called upon to “DJ” a couple mixtape dance parties in Toledo. We independently accepted these invitations as we enjoy both music and attention. The parties will be two Thursdays in October - the 14th and 21st. The music will start around ten, so you can still watch the live episode of 30 Rock. I’ve compiled about 4 hours of music that I really have to start refining.
The event is called “boom.” It’ll be free. It’ll be fun. It’ll be …fine.
I was lucky enough to be able to see Cap’n Jazz play a reunion show in their hometown of Chicago this summer, and though the crowd’s collective convulsing to the Cap’n Jazz cacophony caused me physical injury (not an inability to avoid aliteration) I couldn’t have felt more invigorated then while limping away from The Empty Bottle.
The band announced their final reunion shows through their Facebook page, on which they thanked everyone “for flying with owls.” I (and countless Joanfrc fans) hesitantly assume this to hint towards a pending reunion of one of this musical collective’s other highly revered bands.
While speculation can constitute four fifths of internet discussion, I’m grateful to have been nudged towards revisiting Owls’ only album.
Jenny Slate has accomplished much in the last two years. A Columbia grad, Slate has recurring characters on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, Bored To Death, and Brothers, has performed with others and in her one-woman show at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater, and was a cast member on Saturday Night Live for one season.
It was during her first appearance that she joined a prestigious group of persons who have used the f-word in a live SNL broadcast. She, Norm MacDonald, Tony Danza, Paul Shaffer, Michael Stipe, The Beastie Boys, and several more make up SNL’s F Troop. Subsequently, her contract was not renewed for a second year.
Fortunately for us, Slate’s role as Marcel The Shell With Shoes On has earned her more notoriety with her clever charm than any dirty word ever did. I look forward to the rest of Jenny Slate’s post-Lorne career.
This is my self-involved alteration of Paul Hornschemeier’s cover for The Order Of Odd-Fish by James Kennedy. Hornschemeier’s work will be discussed here soon. I’m just trying to kickstart this site.
