In Because fuck you exploiters. Fuck you., My Letter Game is On Point, Pornocracy, Rooks, Semantic Fuckery on November 18, 2011 at 11:43 am
Sometimes you have really interesting article subjects, but you seriously need to finesse reconciling the headlines with the subject matter. This article – “Porn That Women Like: Why Does It Make Men So Uncomfortable?” – isn’t about the porn women like, it’s about the porn stars women like, and really about one particular dude who, from only a brief foray onto Jezebel, I can tell you is merely one of several (male) porn stars women like. (That is, if we allow for the notion that it would be crazypants for women to like woman identified porn stars, and if we allow for the presumption that women are a uniquely under-served porn consumption community, regardless of the non-“mainstream” options available to them, and monolithic with it to boot . . . both of which we likely shouldn’t do, but I’m late for my errands.) Read the rest of this entry »
In Hengeful, Polls Hypos and Other Imaginings, Themeday Thursday, This verges on the ridiculous on October 6, 2011 at 4:02 pm
For centuries, people have been debating the existence of the unicorn. How long can we obsess over the same boring old questions? Did they exist, didn’t they, is it Noah’s fault they’re gone, where can we find a virgin for our upcoming unicorn hunt, etc.? Don’t y’all think it’s time to move on? Especially since we’ve got a whole host of animals waiting patiently for the day that Peter Sagel interviews Bill Clinton about them on NPR’s wildly popular Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me. (Carl Kasell can’t even get a latte without every tween within a five-mile radius bursting into tears of adoration; one young fan even asked him to bite her at a promotional event last month.) (My bad, that was Robert Pattinson. I get them mixed up sometimes.)
In Bezuidenthustra, Boxed Wine Is Bad For You, So . . . about this blog . . ., Themeday Thursday, This verges on the ridiculous on October 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm
So, as posts here often tend to be stupid long, and thus a sketch plan for a short-attention span generation, we’re going to try something different this supremely autumnal Thursday.
Since today is UNICORN day on RIE, instead of doing one massive post, we’re going to try several smaller ones; depending on how this works out, we may even change the Thursday Themeday concept into semi-monthly themeweek, with a small barrage of bite-sized posts. Who knows? Behold the vast and terrible uncertainty of blog identity generation!
Anyway UNICORNS! Each unicorntastic post will demarcated by the following awesome .gif, courtesy of the wacky brilliance that is Bez: Read the rest of this entry »
In Boxed Wine Is Bad For You, Didn't you know this is a music blog?, Rooks, This verges on the ridiculous, Uncategorized on August 15, 2011 at 12:23 pm
I dunno, maybe he’d think it was funny – Sir Mixalot seems like a dude with a sense of humor in interviews – but when life (or awesome friends) send you this:
Oh. Mon. Dieu., Becky, regarde sa bibliotheque . . .
There’s pretty much only one acceptable response: Read the rest of this entry »
In Didn't you know this is a music blog?, I Make Things, Rooks on August 11, 2011 at 1:46 pm
Part of the reason I love the format of the “mixtape” over that of the “playlist” – misnomered though mixtapes mostly are these days – is the built-in constraint. With a playlist, you can do any ol’ length; if you have enough covers or “songs with jewels in the title” or “auditory anachronisms” (all playlists I have) you can make a playlist as long as your individual storage capabilities can handle. There’s no laboring over the tough edits and tougher calls, and there’s really, at least to my mind, none of the requisite storytelling – thematic, atmospheric, or otherwise – that comes with construction of a mixtape. Sure, any mixophile worth their salt will be minding their transitions, regardless of format, but a mixtape forces a certain degree of choice, whether one wills it or no; the meaning is built in, and because for whatever reason you chose those specific songs, a mixtape can, I think, always be deconstructed, parsed, in a way that a playlist simply cannot. Put another way, if the difference between a writer and a playwright is more than the spelling, is the requisite emphasis on the holistic crafting of a work due to the nature of the medium in which it will be consumed, I’d argue that the distance between a mixtape and a playlist, as I define them, can be measured in much the same way. Read the rest of this entry »
In In which we watch too much television, Rooks, This verges on the ridiculous, Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. on October 13, 2010 at 2:13 am
So, I’m watching TV. (Shock, amazement, I know.) Anyway, I’ve seen this commercial from Dentyne about 12 bajillion times, and every single time, it drives me a little bit nuttier:
In Jenny, Katie, Rikka, Rooks, So . . . about this blog . . ., This verges on the ridiculous, Vanessa on October 6, 2010 at 12:08 am
In anticipation of an upcoming book post of epic proportions, it seemed like a good time to revel in metabloginess, to wit, a Res Ipsa Etc. eMeeting that developed into an extended riff on one of our favorite tags here at RIE, namely the ever popular “Team Being on Teams.” Conveniently, it might also create some small anticipation in our readers in regards to our first ever group post. Yes, a Group Post. All five (5) lady-identified ladies on ONE SCREEN.* OMG, etc. Conveniently, the same email chain also explains how group posts will likely work, and outlines the topic of the first such post. It’s like, supermeta, yo.** Read the rest of this entry »
In Uncategorized on June 11, 2010 at 11:24 am
I had a blog, once. It was a fun lil’ thing, oft neglected, but I loved it for awhile.
Eventually I felt like it was getting too personal, and decided to shut the fucker down. (This may or may not be a theme in my life. Whoops?)
But that blog was not only good times (at times), it made me feel accountable. Not to any extensive imagined readership, though I had a few, but to writing something interesting, reading and seeking out interesting things, and to thinking out loud about life, the universe, and you get the point. I think I need that gentle kick-in-the-pants back. I need some motivation. I need some place where I can feel accountable without feeling stifled. Maybe other people need such a place too. Hence, a new blog, fresh and unspoilt, for me to obsess over. Read the rest of this entry »