Once at Fox 20 years ago, they asked, ‘What would you like to see? We’ll do anything.’ I said, ‘Well, how about a 600-foot-tall statue of Homer Simpson in West L.A., and at midnight he tilts his head back and laughs uproariously all over Los Angeles?’ And you could eat lunch in his head, which would turn 360 degrees. They said, ‘Be more realistic.’ I said, ‘OK, how about a blimp shaped like Homer that flies around the world?’ Matt Groening (via azspot)
You want a job, a vacation, heath insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us? Ryan O’Connell, What 20-Somethings Want (via colporteur)
Corgan, a Midwestern suburban boy, had always championed big feelings and grand statements, and when he bleated “We’ll crucify the insincere tonight,” he not only really seemed to mean it, but seemed also to have an army at his back, believing in him and awaiting their orders. That type of spiritual and financial validation is not a good cure for megalomania, and the rest went more or less as you’d expect. Corgan spent the post-Mellon Collie decade chasing his creative impulses, lashing out at just about everyone who stepped in his path. When the Pumpkins finally broke up, Corgan openly questioned his bandmates’s sobriety and moral fiber. His first post-Pumpkins band, Zwan (shortened from True Poets of Zwan), only lasted for one album, and the post-breakup rhetoric Corgan leveled at his bandmates was even more vitriolic this time; he told the Chicago Tribune that his bandmates were “not very good people and not very interesting,” and added on LiveJournal, in a more LiveJournalistic fashion, that, “their filth is in their larcenous hearts.” Corgan never dialed down his persona or tried something different. He was Billy Corgan, after all. He dated celebrity-celebrities like Jessica Simpson and Tila Tequila, even getting re-involved with old flame Courtney Love. “He was so arrogant, it cracked me up,” former Zwan-mate Dave Pajo told the A.V. Club in 2008. “He would constantly bring up the fact that he sold 25 million records, or that his hit song was played at the Super Bowl or something. It just made me laugh.”
Excellent article by Jeremy Gordon on the narcissism and insanity of Billy Corgan.
Sexism. I’m not saying, I’m just saying. A few questions for the room: When was the last time you heard an upstart male star denigrated as “manufactured”? Or had people rag on one’s performance then explain away said complaints by saying “at least I’d fuck him” or some variation thereof? And so on. Again, having to even bring this up annoys the crap out of me, because arguing about these particular extramusical ideas surrounding a particular artist’s persona means that the music’s very real shortcomings get ignored, or at least danced around in the interest of fairness to greater societal conditions. It’s All For You: A Few Thoughts On The Lana Del Rey Saturday Night Live Debacle - New York Music - Sound of the City (via tristn)
It always surprises me how easy it is to wrap an existing product in a smartphone and persuade young people that it’s something new. Manhattan bankers and lawyers have been taking black cars home from those perilous downtown dinners for decades, a necessity since the city has fewer yellow cabs today than in 1937 and important men in suits can’t ride the subway after 8:00. I guess the current batch of clueless nouveau riche yuppies was terrified by the prospect of calling for a car and is very excited that they can now text for one.
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REAL ID amounts to the “first-ever national identity card system,” which “would irreparably damage the fabric of American life.” Tighter driver’s license rules coming out
Privacy no longer can mean anonymity Donald Kerr, a deputy director of national intelligence
We want Facebook to reflect and enhance all your real-world relationships Facebook’s new advertising - eventually your whole life can be archived on Facebook
Turns out Facebook employees can (and do) check out anyone’s profile. Not only that, but they also see which profiles a user has viewed… Valleywag (Facebook employees know what profiles you look at)
Brown Versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person’s problem. Billy Cosby at the 50th anniversary of Brown vs the Board of Education
This report is not the last word on web work; it is only the beginning of a long conversation. a list apart’s web design survey results
That’s what twentysomethings are for — to light a fire under the country. But they can’t e-mail it in, and an online petition or a mouse click for carbon neutrality won’t cut it. T. Friedman on Generation Q (nytimes)
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