We can argue back and forth until we’re blue in the tits about whether or not recorded music has monetary value anymore, and if pirating is analogous to actual real world theft. I happen to think it is, others are welcome to argue that downloading a bootleg of Star Trek 2 is a bold freedom-fighter’s stance, the internet equivalent of marching in the streets of Instanbul. That’s not what we’re here to talk about today, however. Instead, I’d like to consider the enablers of said leaking, as in the case of the new Kanye record Yeezus, which, despite Buzzfeed’s assurances to the contrary just a few hours ago, has apparently leaked.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Where to drink on Father's Day
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| József Rippl-Rónai, 1907 |
A father’s job isn’t easy. They’re meant to provide for us, challenge us, and subtly undermine our questionable decisions to pursue that “creative” job we’re hoping to land any day now. As you get older, things start to level off a bit, and you can experience the pleasure of taking your father out for a drink and picking up the tab. It’s a nice gesture, but more importantly, a way to show that you can actually scrape two nickels together on your own. He might refuse at first, but he’ll respect you for it. Just don’t make a habit of it, because that dude probably has way more money than you.
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None of those sound like dad? Here’s an idea: Go to his bar. Not the one he thinks you’ll both like, not the one that will impress him, but the one he normally goes to. Sit next to him, let him order as many crappy macrobrews as he wants. Listen, ask him questions about his life, keep your mouth shut for once about your problems and exciting projects. You may just learn something. With that in mind, you’re a good man Bobby O’Neil. But I’m probably not going to get down to Kingston this weekend, because, you know, I’ve got all this stuff going on.
Labels:
Boston Metro,
dads,
drinking,
Father's Day,
holidays
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Complaining About NYT Trend Pieces So Cliche It Should Be a NYT Trend Piece
Looking like the steep angles you’d expect to find on a modernist architect’s Pinterest board, the graph of tweet gripes reached ever upward, the steadily-incremental echo of disdain thundering on social media with enough chorus to make one’s bile ducts flutter. Notification alerts pulsed on iPad minis. In the sleek shared-work office spaces from Cambridge to Brooklyn, a sea of social media mavens in dress hoodies #smh’d at the hypnotically dorking galumphing of the latest New York Times Style Section trend piece.
Away from the fray, late adopters could be overheard invoking The Return of the Club Kids, or The Return of Vinyl, or The Hipsterfication of Brooklyn, the long-neglected, but suddenly ascendant borough of New York City, just across the river from Manhattan, a short ride on the subway away. Three models from the Netherlands, Italy and Brazil were off being models somewhere, oblivious to the significance. “We had dinner with Tiesto,” the Dutch model said, name-dropping a famous D.J. from her homeland. No one could hear her speak, because it was Thursday, Style day, or Thurstyle, as its becoming increasingly known from Cambridge to Brooklyn, and also Austin and other of the top cities around the country. San Francisco, say.
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Labels:
Bullett,
New York Times Style,
trend pieces
Oh good, more Boston jokes: 'The Devil Came Up To Boston'
I really, really did not want to find anything pleasurable about this. This video for "The Devil Came Up To Boston" I mean, specifically, but I guess you could also apply that outlook to everything I've ever experienced. And yet, against all odds, and despite my utter fatigue with Boston as a meme, this remake of the Charlie Daniels Band classic by the Adam Ezra Group is mildly amusing.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Who Said It: Obama, Orwell, Or A Porn Tube Commenter?
Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of yourself. Because it’s only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.
ANSWER: OBAMA
Labels:
Feedbuzz,
Obama,
Orwell,
porn,
porn commenters
Watch the Worst Customer Ever Demonstrate How to Be A Horrible Human Being

“A guarantee is a guarantee,” explains this extremely competent Dunkin Donuts customer, who has a business degree and has a lawyer, by the way, and wants you to know that this is all being video recorded for posting on Facebook (via Gawker). Here’s a guarantee: this person will die alone, her family and friends long since having divested themselves of whatever lingering scraps of curdled affection they’ve hefted on their shoulders all these years.
So what’s her complaint? She didn’t receive her receipt at a visit the previous day, and is therefore entitled to, well, she’s just entitled, let’s put it that way. Watch the video, shot vertically, of course, to find out. Seriously, watch it.
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amazing bitch,
Bullett,
Dunkin Donuts,
Dunkin donuts customer rude,
everyone sucks,
Mitch Hedberg
The 10 Least Funny Stand Up Comedians On Twitter
Sunday, June 2, 2013
The 10 Worst Parts of This 10 Obnoxious Things Hipsters Say About Music List
Awe-inspiring in its pursuit of singleminded obsolescence, this Pigeons and Planes slideshow listicle 10 Obnoxious Things Hipsters Say About Music is so bad I almost respect it. It’s not easy constructing a fallacy of a premise on top of a cliché of a foundation and then actually following through with the legwork of hefting the shoddy structure up, just sentence after sentence of corrupted, soulless nothingness. This type of dedication to saying literally not one new thing that hasn’t already been said thousands of times on this very subject in thousands of other posts makes me think there has to be some other devious design at work here.
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Labels:
Complex,
fucking stupid idiot lists,
hipster jokes in 2013,
hipsters,
idiot lists,
lists,
music,
Pigeons and Planes
Is It Possible to Be a Journalist Blogger Now Without Dirtying Yourself With ‘Curation’?
There’s a frustrating, and funny post, in a gallow’s humor sort of way, on The Awl today from writer Abe Sauer, called How Writers Can Get Paid Now: Adventures In Invoicing Your Copyright Violators. I’ve seen it shared around a lot by some of my media colleagues and friends, and for good reason. It’s about something that all of us here in the content sweatshop deal with all the time: having your work repackaged and posted on another site, who thereby benefit from it financially through selling ads on something they had no part in making. In other words, new media.
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Bullett,
content,
curating,
journalism,
listicles,
think piecing,
thinking
Hilarious Text Prank Tricks SOs Into Thinking They’re Being Dumped LOL
Nathan Fielder, a comedian of some sort, who you may remember as the driving force behind that “accidentally” text your parents and make them think you’re a drug dealer gag, is back again with another laffer. This time he’s encouraging people to text their significant others the following:
"I haven't been fully honest with you" then dont reply to them for 1 hr (& tweet pic of thr response)
HAHAH. I bet all those assholes got fucked up real good. Buzzfeed has a round up of some of the ZANIEST reactions from people who likely panicked for an hour in fear that the person they love had hurt them. Here are a few of the WACKIEST.
Read the rest.
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being a complete shit,
Bullett,
Nathan Fielder,
pranks
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