tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818566511675724272012-02-16T14:29:26.435-08:00Juan Doe and the Yet-Another BlogSon of Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17970709223398098041noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681856651167572427.post-13053285740146668072009-10-13T13:16:00.000-07:002009-10-13T13:30:53.546-07:00

*originally published on Nerve.com, October 9th, 2009. Here is the unedited version.Julie, 401. As Aaliyah once said, 'Age ain't nothing but a number.' I'm dating an older woman. We have great chemistry, but she's worried about the age difference and thinks we should break up for both our long-term sakes'...but we always end up back in bed, together. What should we do? I'm 22 and she's 31.When a

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Before the end credits rolled, leaving a sold-out crowd at the IFC Center to anticipate the follow-up Q & A session with the film’s director John Krasinski, a quote from David Foster Wallace appeared, as if Krasinksi made sure the proverbial “last word” on Brief Interviews With Hideous Men go not to its filmmaker, but to its original, deceased author—“The truth will set you free. But not until it

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*written sometime in August '09No, listen folks. Here's the deal. I know you're getting concerned. Let me assure you right now: there are dick jokes on the way. Relax, I'm a professional.-the late great Bill Hicks attempting to calm an anxious crowdOne of the funny things about Funny People, as I saw it opening night, was not that the likes of Judd Apatow and Adam Sandler tackled something as

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*an excerpt from "A Lot of People Tell Me I Have a Fake British Accent"from Don Caballero's 2000 album American Don*Don Cab on this album is...Damon Che, Ian Williams, Eric Emm*Buy the MP3 Album Here or Get the CD There*Listen to the Full Version of this Track Here

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**The Scenario: Sometime soon (hopefully soon) in the future, where marijuana is legal, is sold everywhere through numerous name brands, one of which takes directly after Dos Equis in its marketing campaign. The brand in question is Dos J's (the spanish pronunciation for J is 'hota').He doesn't call his dealer.His dealer calls him.His eyes don't need Visine.They clear up on demand.He doesn't just

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*Fantomas --'Delirium Cordia' (2004): "The music [...] could be described as the score to a horror movie and/or concept album centering on the theme of surgery without anesthesia." Fantomas (L-R): Buzz Osborne (Melvins), Dave Lombardo (Slayer), Trevor Dunn (Mr. Bungle, Trevor Dunn's Trio Convulsant), Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr. Bungle, Tomahawk, Peeping Tom)*Buy the MP3

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Untitled Love Poem' by A. KimSarah I'm not soberbut staggerfoot walkdown dazed Pinola.2:00 AM trigger,Lock:And I'm biggerSwimming in a bowl of high volt starsWhy don't you come over?I've got a couple of shots in the lockera Grey Goose dying,me tryingto put my Southern Face on.Dixie E. Leemy fists kiss his face,Rebel YellAnd I'm winding down a ManYes I'm a ManSarahWhy don't you come overand show a

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*originally published on Nerve.com, September 11th, 2009. Here is the unedited version.Laurence a/k/a Larbo, 481,) Has being a butcher changed the way you look at the human body, and if so, how? Absolutely. If you are engaged with what you are doing with your whole being–head, heart, and hands–your thinking will change the way you work and your work will change the way you think. On the one

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*originally published on Nerve.com, August 7th, 2009. Here is the unedited version.Jenna, 40 1.) Who would make a better lover and why?–Robert Smith from The Cure, Al Jourgensen from Ministry and Revolting Cocks (or RevCo), Peter Steele from Type O Negative, or Glen Danzig? ….sorry, about 250 “Revolting Cocks” jokes occurred to me and my cerebrum fused. I’m going to choose Robert Smith; any man

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"The Real World," "The Bachelor," "Hell's Kitchen"--these are just three of the thousands upon thousands of reality shows that for years have infested our airwaves like a humiliating venereal disease. These shows have made celebrities out of the talentless and brainless, assuring a bovine public that they too can be successful with an 8th grader's perspective of the world, and without that, uhm,

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The Bulgarian keyboardist/vocalist of electropop group Ladytron, Mira Aroyo is seen here crestfallen over the fact that no long distance phone calls can ever replace the material presence of the author of the "And I Rant So Far Away" blog.The recent release of Ladytron's 4th studio album "Velocifero" has been bitter-sweet for Mira Aroyo. With another promotional tour on her schedule, she is once

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Sonic the Hedgehog, the veteran video game icon and mascot of the Sega Corporation, is reportedly upset that a German rock singer has copied his look. Bill Kaulitz, the 19 year old lead singer of a German emo-rock band curiously called "Tokio Hotel," is the latest thorn on the hedgehog's side, who already has enough villains and fashion issues to deal with."First Dr. Robotnik, then my

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Besides popular weblog services like Blogger, Livejournal, and Wordpress, the uber-famous video sharing website YouTube has quickly become one of the most sought-after platforms for self-expression on the internet.Too bad that the concept of "self-expression," when practiced mostly by a tearfully, frightfully dull public, is so overrated.Given its arguably insurmountable popularity with those who

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In our previous installment, Minilla, the son of king movie monster Godzilla, made it clear that being compared to a marshmallow fluff of a ghost like Casper is no friendly joke. Since 2004's "Godzilla: Final Wars," Minilla has been starving for more movie work, but as a victim of the much-debated obesity epidemic, and as an employee of an entertainment industry that rewards skinniness, he no

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It appears that America is no longer alone in the war against bulging waistbands, and, in fact, it never was alone. Popular media outlets here in the States have continually made the obesity epidemic issue seem as if it were utterly American, and therefore irrelevant to the rest of the world, who appeared free from the clutches of fat stereotypes and drive-thru culture. Yet, if the photo

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The ongoing debate on an "obesity epidemic" here in America continues to be an extra-large one, and not without a side of controversy. Quite regularly, concerned parents and teachers struggle for healthier selections in school cafeterias nationwide, and frustrated residents fight against the encroachment of more fast food establishments in their neighborhoods. In spite of all of this expended

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As a relatively well-read individual, assuming you are one--if you have reached this far in your reading of this sentence without quitting and diverting your attention to the umpteenth viewing today of the latest in the "I can haz cheezburger" phenomenon, then perhaps you are capable of being a well-read individual--do you ever get the feeling each time you visit a Barnes and Noble or a Borders

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Now an experienced driver, I can understand what must have been only an inside secret among the nasally-conscious go-getters of the road--that one of the buttons to the driver's left does not only operate the windows of the vehicle, but it also activates a mysterious forcefield that encompasses the vehicle, shielding it and the driver from outside surroundings, as if it were a robe of secrecy

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Last night, the MTV Movie Awards just had its 17th year of honoring some of the most soul-destructive and braincell-paralyzing movies recent cinema has afflicted on humankind.The question now looms over us, more ominously than ever before, like the stormclouds of guilt that build and hang above unrepentant heads--How did it ever get this far? The last hour of this ceremony, attended mostly by the

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No. This photo isn't of the latest Myspace-breakout indie rock band that is a cross between the Decemberists, Wolf Parade, Panda Bear, Sea Wolf, Band of Horses, Wolf Eyes, Giant Panda, Frog Eyes, Fleet Foxes, Jamie Foxx, Elephant Man, Man Man, Yip Yip, Tapes n' Tapes, Ting Tings, Gnarls Barkley, Mookie Blaylock (not the basketball player, but Pearl Jam before they became big), Shaquille O'Neal (

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Alone as usual, I went to the movies this past weekend, in perhaps one of the best sanctuaries for cinephiles everywhere--Greenwich Village in Manhattan. The IFC Center, which was once the famous Waverly Theatre before it closed 7 years ago, regularly hosts film festivals, screening some of the most bold, and theatre-chain unfriendly, productions in contemporary independent cinema. And by "

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As a New Jersey native, there is nothing like being back home in New York City.OK, in all honesty, I do love, and always will, New Jersey. Just as much as I love New York City.Returning from the south to the great upnorth, for me, was especially ideal sometime before May 16th, 17th or 18th (preferably the 16th), a week after the final day of my last semester as a Tulane undergraduate. Those

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...is a long enough time. Time to resurrect this dead puppy. And who doesn't like puppies, especially dead puppies come back to life, zombie puppies? Puppies that not only do that cute, puppy-patented tilt of the head, as if to say "My word! What in blazes is that?", that we, puppy-lovers, go bat-guano gaga over like dribbling idiots. But puppies that spin their tiny, decomposed heads 360

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I believe I feel I think I am of the idea that I am of the opinion that I am of the conviction that the way I see it is I imagine what I have to say about this matter is what I have to say about this issue is what I have to say about all this is what concerns me most about my view of my thoughts on my opinions about what is to me in my own words what I must express what is on my mind whatever

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So, in a couple of days I'll be back in Tulane University, back to where a great number of our nation's beer-and-cocaine fed jocks and sorority sisters (most of which happen to be white and rich) roam like roaches when the light of mental activity and responsibility is turned, and kept, off.I thought I would start off by mentioning this because, a couple of minutes ago, I was searching for some

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New York City never fails the film lover. Last night, I had quite a double feature for myself: Charlie Chaplin's 1931 silent masterpiece "City Lights" at the legendary Film Forum at West Houston Street in Greenwich Village, followed by Alejandro Jodorowsky's 1973 feat of visually-epic and drug-addled proportions, "The Holy Mountain", shown at the IFC Center as its Midnight Movie (much as been

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