The many epic bitch faces of Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully (medical doctor)
you can’t handle all the Scullys
I’m embarrassed to admit that I could probably nail the season each of these came from entirely based on the hair. At least for seasons 1-6, after which in my own personal canon the show ceased to exist. (and I consider much of season 6 to be on the level of badly written fan fiction).
What we saw in the 20th century was an anomalous blip when music had a physical form. That was very unusual in the course of human history and it will soon be very unusual again. Music has this intrinsic pull towards the dematerial, towards the unbuyable. It’s a slippery, ghostly thing.
After my Twitter freakout over the shitball-awfulness of Pitchfork’s “dynamic” format (because who didn’t want articles online to be more like restaurant websites!) I feel kinda terrible to call out this quote by Jace Clayton in Eric Harvey’s overwhelmingly terrific article about all things streaming. So let me just reaffirm that this piece is well, well, worth reading if you have any interest in how music is consumed and likely will be. Eric did a great job.
AND NOW THAT THAT’S OUT OF THE WAY, this quote is the epitome of the asinine poetic horseshit we can expect from digital servers out in the desert or wherever being known as “the cloud.” Music is not pulling towards the dematerial. It is not unbought. Computers costs money. Social media outlets, even when free, are owned by someone. Using them is a privilege, not a right. You may not make a fucking dime off the music you create, but someone’s making a dime when you share it online. And as I’m not aware of Clayton’s music taking a more Bobby McFerrin-like arrangement, I’m pretty sure he’s still using purchasable materials to make it. And even Bobby likes to overdub.
Guys, anytime someone refers to “The Cloud,” pretend they said “The Bucket.” “Now you can put your movies in The Bucket.” “Access your photographs from The Bucket.” “Share with your friends in The Bucket.” It will make it easier to remember that someone built The Bucket, and it wasn’t God or condensation. That someone owns The Bucket we put our stuff in. And if we don’t own The Bucket, we’re renting access.
Patti Smith. You Light Up My Life (Seriously). Kids Are People Too (Live). 1978.
This is why I always loved Patti. She’s the same person with everyone, and the kids love her, and if there was a dog on set it would dig her too…because it’s true what they say, you know. I don’t trust the person who doesn’t like children and animals, and vice a versa. And I love that she agrees to do this show when she is at the height of her fame and widely considered to be one of the coolest people on the planet. And then to choose a tune like You Light Up My Life? Punk rock.
Whoa. I remember this show but I do not remember seeing this episode. Damn.
This is so cool. I had forgotten about this show and wouldn’t have known who Patti Smith was way back then even if I did see this episode.
Novel study uncovers the way coughs and sneezes stay airborne for long distances.
”..the smaller droplets that emerge in a cough or sneeze may travel five to 200 times further than they would if those droplets simply moved as groups of unconnected particles — which is what previous estimates had assumed. The tendency of these droplets to stay airborne, resuspended by gas clouds, means that ventilation systems may be more prone to transmitting potentially infectious particles than had been suspected.”
Hamish Kilgour recently posted this song from Carsick Cars on facebook. Seems like they were in town and he played a show with them. I didn’t know about this show. I really don’t keep up these days. I wrote about them on the Acute blog some time ago. Another great song.
Argh, this looks to have happened between CSC’s Boston and Bowery Ballroom shows. Despite catching those two shows, I’m of course bummed to have missed this. As of now I can’t find any video, I hope something exists. I guess people are starting to get the message that phone videos annoy everyone and end up looking and sounding crappy half the time anyway. On the flip side, I miss watching the non-crappy videos!
With all the celebrities in New York I’m always surprised that I don’t run into one every now and then when I’m there, although I suppose if you’re not looking for them and they aren’t made up for the camera they probably just fade into the crowd. Anyway, this is all to say that this weekend Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig walked past me at the Dean Wareham show. She wasn’t nearly as tall as I expected her to be, that is, I pictured her as being about a foot taller than him and she wasn’t.
I probably should have told him that Greenberg is one of my favorite films ever, since judging from the fact that exactly no one I’ve ever brought this up with agrees with me, I’m guessing he doesn’t hear that very often.