Andrew and Stefanie came to visit this weekend and we went down to the park on Ocean Ave. by my place for an impromptu photo shoot. It’s easy to take great portraits when your subjects look like models, you know?
Check out the rest of the photos if you want, too.
It’s rare that I watch a pilot episode of a new show on television. In fact, it’s rare that I watch TV at all; I much prefer downloading videos off of iTunes or getting the season DVDs (I’ve actually never seen an episode of “Lost” on TV). Justin and Allen persuaded me to check out “Pushing Daises,” though, which is one of ABC’s new shows this season, and I was absolutely blown away.
Found this on Digg today; it’s an amazing gallery of photographs of young homeless people.
In other news, I went up to Santa Barbara this last weekend to be in the wedding of my old buddy from high school, Alan. I got to take a good number of pictures before and after the ceremony, and said pictures can be consumed, optically, here.
I’ve just discovered the best show ever! It only ran for 6 episodes on the BBC back in 2004, but it’s this hilarious spoof of 1980s sci-fi / horror shows, sort of like Quantum Leap or Dr. Who. It’s intentionally low-fi, with awful acting and writing, but in a brilliant way.
You can watch the first episode online over at the Sci-Fi channel’s Web site, and I found the second episode on YouTube, too. Sci-Fi is apparently airing all the episodes late at night on Sundays, too. So check it out and thank me later!
UPDATE: Just found episodes 4, 5, and 6 on Google Video!
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
I heard about Pitchfork Media awhile ago, but only recently have read some of their articles. I wasn’t really shocked or impressed in either direction: their reviews were either nose-in-the-air music snobbery or somewhat witty essay-ettes. But then - then I came across this sparkling gem of a review. It’s for Radiohead’s “Kid A.” The author, Brent DiCrescenzo, throughout his review dances on the razor-thin line between parody of himself and outright silliness. I really, really want to believe he’s joking, that he doesn’t actually believe that the album’s “harrowing sounds hit from unseen angles and emanate with inhuman genesis.” The guy compares listening to a Radiohead song to seeing a mother f-ing falling star. I can’t even wrap my brain around how crazy-bad this review is, regardless of how you feel about Radiohead and/or Kid A. In fact, I’m damn sure that though you may absolutely love Radiohead, you couldn’t possibly say something like this with a straight face: “The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax.”
“Witnessing the stillborn birth of a child???” I’m just going to let that one simmer.
