Saturday, February 22, 2003
Am I evil? Part Two
I posted a link on the Buffistas board to this article, and to my absolute delight, at least half a dozen people thought it was for real, before I took pity on them and told them it was a spoof.
Of all my internet achievements, I think this is the one I'm most proud of.
I posted a link on the Buffistas board to this article, and to my absolute delight, at least half a dozen people thought it was for real, before I took pity on them and told them it was a spoof.
Of all my internet achievements, I think this is the one I'm most proud of.
Friday, February 21, 2003
Buffistas Are Go!
...but while some temporary server problems are sorted out, we're posting from our old home at WorldCrossing. It's retro! It's got pictures! And an annoying interface!
...but while some temporary server problems are sorted out, we're posting from our old home at WorldCrossing. It's retro! It's got pictures! And an annoying interface!
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
The loneliest blog in the world
I've been neglecting this blog a bit lately. Apologies to anyone who's been coming here every day, feverishly hoping for another dose of wit and wisdom. I promise I'll try to do better.
One reason I haven't been writing much here is that I've started writing properly again, as in the kind of writing that will hopefully get me a job one day. This is good news, as I had been procrastinating about this for, oh, only about a year.
Also, I've discovered the delights of online file sharing, especially Soulseek, the best source for dance music (the only place you're likely to find MP3s ripped from vinyl, for instance). So I've been madly downloading stuff and thinking up excuses why I'm stealing the intellectual property of (mostly) independent artists and labels...I'm just "auditioning" it, I'm kind of curious about this but I'd never actually buy it so it makes no financial difference, the widespread distribution of little-known artists ultimately helps them...you name it, any old bullshit.
Meanwhile, the Buffistas are going through some kind of big identity crisis. If I didn't love them so much, I'd be tempted to just leave and come back when it was all over.
I've been neglecting this blog a bit lately. Apologies to anyone who's been coming here every day, feverishly hoping for another dose of wit and wisdom. I promise I'll try to do better.
One reason I haven't been writing much here is that I've started writing properly again, as in the kind of writing that will hopefully get me a job one day. This is good news, as I had been procrastinating about this for, oh, only about a year.
Also, I've discovered the delights of online file sharing, especially Soulseek, the best source for dance music (the only place you're likely to find MP3s ripped from vinyl, for instance). So I've been madly downloading stuff and thinking up excuses why I'm stealing the intellectual property of (mostly) independent artists and labels...I'm just "auditioning" it, I'm kind of curious about this but I'd never actually buy it so it makes no financial difference, the widespread distribution of little-known artists ultimately helps them...you name it, any old bullshit.
Meanwhile, the Buffistas are going through some kind of big identity crisis. If I didn't love them so much, I'd be tempted to just leave and come back when it was all over.
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
Me and David Bowie
Check out Moby's online journal. It all reads very much like typical internet geek writing: quotes from The Simpsons, vegan recipes, rather simplistic left-wing politics, no capital letters, etc. Then you come across a sentence like "it reminds me of a story that david bowie told me" and you suddenly remember, hey, this is a famous person. But why does he have so much time on his hands? I can't stand his current music--bland, unimaginative café fodder--but he does actually seem like a nice bloke.
On another topic, at the Uni library today I ran into a person I'd tutored for first year English. She's now a postgrad and preparing to teach her first tutes. I feel alternately proud and very, very old.
Check out Moby's online journal. It all reads very much like typical internet geek writing: quotes from The Simpsons, vegan recipes, rather simplistic left-wing politics, no capital letters, etc. Then you come across a sentence like "it reminds me of a story that david bowie told me" and you suddenly remember, hey, this is a famous person. But why does he have so much time on his hands? I can't stand his current music--bland, unimaginative café fodder--but he does actually seem like a nice bloke.
On another topic, at the Uni library today I ran into a person I'd tutored for first year English. She's now a postgrad and preparing to teach her first tutes. I feel alternately proud and very, very old.
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Return to civilisation
Just got back from Adelaide, my hometown, where I spent the weekend visiting my one remaining relative there, my grandmother. Also caught up with my friends Keturah and Andrew, and their four gorgeous children, Matilda, Malachi, Dante and Phoenix.
On a whim, I decided to stay in the Hotel Adelaide, since growing up in Adelaide I'd always been attracted by its seedy seventies quasi-glamour, right down to the ancient neon sign promising "Cocktail's." Well, yeah, I don't think I'll stay there again. Seedy seventies quasi-glamour only stretches so far, especially when the entire hotel, including your room, absolutely reeks of generations of cigarette smoke. If I must visit Adelaide, it's five-star all the way from now on.
In other news, Tiga's new mix CD for !K7 has the funniest liner notes I've ever seen. Just a sample:
God, I must buy this!
Just got back from Adelaide, my hometown, where I spent the weekend visiting my one remaining relative there, my grandmother. Also caught up with my friends Keturah and Andrew, and their four gorgeous children, Matilda, Malachi, Dante and Phoenix.
On a whim, I decided to stay in the Hotel Adelaide, since growing up in Adelaide I'd always been attracted by its seedy seventies quasi-glamour, right down to the ancient neon sign promising "Cocktail's." Well, yeah, I don't think I'll stay there again. Seedy seventies quasi-glamour only stretches so far, especially when the entire hotel, including your room, absolutely reeks of generations of cigarette smoke. If I must visit Adelaide, it's five-star all the way from now on.
In other news, Tiga's new mix CD for !K7 has the funniest liner notes I've ever seen. Just a sample:
So why has Tiga chosen to produce a DJ Kicks disc for !K7, to whom he has repeatedly referred as 'serial abettors of elitist appropriation.'? "Although I initially begrudged the label for their conspicuous snubbing of whom I consider to be amongst the greatest pioneers in the field-- Where is Adam Lovehorse? Gordon Music? Freaky Lillian?-- I also felt that I had fully mounted a certain peak-- live djing was beginning to feel like barnstorming for free silver amongst the agrarian rabble. I determined that if my message was to endure, it was necessary to reach a demographic with viable healthcare alternatives," explains the dour punchinello of the modern pop ciricus.
Another consideration was sound quality: "I spent my entire advance for the record to ensure the best possibe conditions for burning the album off my laptop at the airport. It is so easy for anyone to make an album these days that I thought spending several thousand dollars on it was something that would really set it apart." For the making of the album, Tiga also expanding on the traditional Dj setup. "When you hear several tracks mixed together, that is actually me riding a bicycle strung to the turntables while manipulating a loop player with my elbows. My solar-mixer does the rest."
God, I must buy this!
