Saturday, November 29, 2008

Encounter #122: What now, gurh?

Ray Pride says, "Slapstick lives." I'm waiting for the turkeys of Alaska to get in the kitchen, get serious, like frowning and shit, bake up some deliciousness, and then gobble-gobble-waddle-waddle their way to the gov'ner's house for some flinging fun. Oh, to dream. Yes, to barf. Fuck yes: pie. --RWK

Genius Marketing #38: Chalk it out.
Considerable linear extent in space #3

Those W+K folks do know what's up. This thing points to so many (ephemeral) cultural signposts that it's hard not to just vibe and digg it when all that white stuff starts flying. It's also a joke, right? Brush the dirt off yo shoulder Nikes? Weezy in Portland cheering Bron against the Blazers? Blazers? Wayne? The ad copy on the youtube page is pretty hilarious, too: "The pre-game ritual of LeBron has become a symbol of the ultimate Just Do It moment." Right, cuz throwing garbage into the air is, like, such a bigger thing than a free-throw line dunk with a tongue wagging in the wind. The best thing about the ad, though, is something Jordan never quite pulled off: I believe Bron's smile. Anybody who watched that Road to Redemption crap (hell, I got sucked in about a minute into it) knows that The King is always joking, always talking, always acting a fool, like always; he just won't quit. Except when he thinks shit gets real. The great thing about that Nov 5th clip is that he's still kinda joking around while being kinda serious and kinda smart; I mean, dude is tired post game and he's trying to act cool about the whole exciting times, but you can see the giddy. I digg how much he actually lets the public see. He keeps enough privacy that his on-display antics are enough to build a picture around. That, and, well, he's god-ish on the court. Did you see this shit?

He's got CLEIS, too, but his is--his is just, or it's more, fuck, well--LBJ is kind of gross he's so good. We talkin title year?

Monday, November 24, 2008

What Community? #65: Cat killers across the UWS best lay low.

Aminull tells me that this was written in an under-construction building at W66th and Amsterdam. Condo cat killers? Consider yourself on blast. And you know what sucks the most? It's probably some batty old foreman with a lump in his throat who got fed up with cuteness one day and dropped the poor fucker down the incinerator. --RWK

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Songs #31: Anywhere, dogg.

touch the sky
I can't quite get over how terrible that one BZ's cover is and thus this. I know it's old news, like me, and that it's real big and maybe too big for its own good, but, hot damn, who wouldn't want a Duc D'Orleans to sing this at their wake? Wake? Yea, a wake for somebody as they leave town or as they get in bed or as they start a new job. It's a romantic idea, sure, but I think that's just the way I is... --RWK

Tom Waits - Anywhere I Lay My Head

[Pic is from the best thing in theatres right now. Go see it yesterday and the day before, peoples.]