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My name is Emily. I am Tex-Pat. I lived in Southern California, but now I live in New York City. I love the internet.
This is what my friend Molly Eichel sent me for Xmas, proving that Jewish Santas are totally better than regular ones.
Just like hotdogs.

This is what my friend Molly Eichel sent me for Xmas, proving that Jewish Santas are totally better than regular ones.

Just like hotdogs.

sigh

sigh

perfect for the morning

Bill Murray in 1965, being teenaged and adorable. 

Just came back from seeing The Artist with my Gramma. Loved it.
The best part? An unexpected cameo by Bill Fagerbakke, aka Dauber from Coach!

Just came back from seeing The Artist with my Gramma. Loved it.

The best part? An unexpected cameo by Bill Fagerbakke, aka Dauber from Coach!

New Tennis cover of Broadcast’s “Tears In The Typing Pool.”

The best post secret ever.
Thanks Molly for passing it on. 

The best post secret ever.

Thanks Molly for passing it on. 

2012 Screen Actors Guild Awards nominees list - theenvelope.latimes.com

These are pathetic. 

It’s "The Sexiest Man Alive" all over again. 

Seriously though, I’ve lost all respect for The Screen Actors Guild. The Help? Moneyball? WTF. What the fuck. 

I’ll admit I’m not totally opposed to the Melissa McCarthy nod, though. 

But where is Amy Poehler here, people? Not only is she painfully hilarious, she has taken a character that was intended to be the butt of jokes (a la Michael Scott) and made her into a woman I can not only love, but respect with utmost sincerity. 

Julie Bowen? I am angry and confused. 

So you guys hand these out according to box office results and Nielsen ratings, right?

I am upset. I’m going to have to watch an hour’s worth of Ron Swanson videos just to cool down. 

Reason #1447 why Community is the awesomest show on network television. 

Bring it back. 

(Source: New York Magazine)

vicemag:

As 2011 slams the brakes on, editors the breadth of the land put their feet up on their desks and serve you some reconstituted yesterdays—the top-10-20-30-50-100 countdowns of stuff that happened over the past 12 months. But as you grind your way through one end-of-year music supplement banging on about Metronomy and TV on the Radio after another, your eyes go oblong and there’s a sense of intense, giddying deja vu. Haven’t we seen it all before? In every other magazine/paper/webzine/cereal box? Like, every year? Forever?
Slice through the crap—this is The Only Top 50 Albums of the Year Countdown You’ll Ever Need. HERE’S THE BIG LIST (2011 edit).
50 – 43. Stuff you’ve never heard.
42 – 41. Stuff you never want to hear.
40. Band managed by ex-music journalist now furiously milking his old contacts for snippets of friendly press.
35 – 39. Albums bearing the traditional inscription “feat. Nicki Minaj.”
34. Band on a perennially “plucky” indie label that has so far managed to avoid anyone noticing the massive cash injections it regularly receives from Universal Records.
33. Million-seller grudgingly voted for because no one wants to be seen as unduly snobby by holding its success against it.
32. Band that released their record using an innovative web distribution model, three years after anyone last gave a shit about anyone using an “innovative web distribution model.”
31. Horrible chop’d, screw’d, fuck’d album inspired by 90s RnB, made by basically just twiddling filter knobs over a lot of 90s RnB till it sounds unrecognizable.
30. Metronomy.
29. Act who all the staff are into, forgetting that their readership are a good decade younger and have therefore never been alive through a period when this band last produced good records, so really couldn’t give a crap about this latest supposed “return to form.”
28. Album made by hip-hop artist while in jail.
27. Obscure folk album raised almost indiscriminately from a stack of similar such one-man witterings and dubbed “This year’s Bon Iver.”
26. Bon Iver.
See #s 25 - 1

vicemag:

As 2011 slams the brakes on, editors the breadth of the land put their feet up on their desks and serve you some reconstituted yesterdays—the top-10-20-30-50-100 countdowns of stuff that happened over the past 12 months. But as you grind your way through one end-of-year music supplement banging on about Metronomy and TV on the Radio after another, your eyes go oblong and there’s a sense of intense, giddying deja vu. Haven’t we seen it all before? In every other magazine/paper/webzine/cereal box? Like, every year? Forever?

Slice through the crap—this is The Only Top 50 Albums of the Year Countdown You’ll Ever Need. HERE’S THE BIG LIST (2011 edit).

50 – 43. Stuff you’ve never heard.

42 – 41. Stuff you never want to hear.

40. Band managed by ex-music journalist now furiously milking his old contacts for snippets of friendly press.

35 – 39. Albums bearing the traditional inscription “feat. Nicki Minaj.”

34. Band on a perennially “plucky” indie label that has so far managed to avoid anyone noticing the massive cash injections it regularly receives from Universal Records.

33. Million-seller grudgingly voted for because no one wants to be seen as unduly snobby by holding its success against it.

32. Band that released their record using an innovative web distribution model, three years after anyone last gave a shit about anyone using an “innovative web distribution model.”

31. Horrible chop’d, screw’d, fuck’d album inspired by 90s RnB, made by basically just twiddling filter knobs over a lot of 90s RnB till it sounds unrecognizable.

30. Metronomy.

29. Act who all the staff are into, forgetting that their readership are a good decade younger and have therefore never been alive through a period when this band last produced good records, so really couldn’t give a crap about this latest supposed “return to form.”

28. Album made by hip-hop artist while in jail.

27. Obscure folk album raised almost indiscriminately from a stack of similar such one-man witterings and dubbed “This year’s Bon Iver.”

26. Bon Iver.

Yup

I shouldn’t have eaten that entire burrito. 

Anonymous asked: What do you think of the new(est) Girls album? How does it stack up against their older stuff?

The short answer? Father, Son, Holy Ghost is an excellent follow-up for Girls, as good as, if not better than Album

The long and extremely self-Indulgent answer? My love for Album took several months to get off the ground. I first heard it at a friend’s house and my only comments were that this dude sounded too much like Elvis Costello (whom I disliked as the result of a particularly annoying concert in 2006). I left it alone for a month or so before I got over myself. It was the spring of 2010 and I was living in sunny Southern California, riding my bike by the beach like it was my job. Songs like “Laura” and “Summertime” quickly became favorites. I soon fell in love with “Hellhole Ratrace”. Instead of just Costello I heard Buddy Holly, Elvis, and Phil Spector. Girls sounded like everything I had ever heard and liked, and yet I had never heard anything like them.  

Needless to say, I hungered for new material from the band. I can’t say that was sated with the EP Broken Dreams Club, which sounded cheesy, and maybe even lame at the time. By the release of F, S, HG I was nervous. Girls has a very specific sound that’s so influenced by pop it can seem superficial. I wasn’t sure they would be able to sustain it and carry the same depth and weight on a second album. 

Then “Vomit” was released, which was so different I didn’t know what to do with. “Honey Bunny” followed suit and I thought my fears were justified. When I finally got my hands on Father, Son, Holy Ghost I was sure I wasn’t going to like it. It was going to be like Interpol, The Arcade Fire and all the other bands who’s later albums could never hold a candle to their first. 

I wanted to say that Girls got too much hype for their own good. I wanted to complain that the lyrics are too simple, too shallow, not smart enough. This always happens with me and Girls. I write them off, then curiosity gets the better of me and I actually listen to the whole album. Usually (thank god), I get over my ego/bullshit and allow myself to dance around and sing along to lyrics like “just a look was all it took, suddenly I’m on the hook. It’s ma-a-a-gic!” When I ditch my pretentious inner teen at the door and embrace simplicity, I am able to see the depth and weight I pretended wasn’t there in the first place.

It took less time for me to become completely obsessed with Father, Son, Holy Ghost. It was only a matter of weeks before I was getting gooseflesh over “My Ma” and “Die”. It’s an amazing album for a number of reason, not the least of which are the back-up singers and the numerable guitar solos. It’s almost as if they’ve taken all the most soulfull aspects from all the best genres and rolled them into one. I can’t wait to see what they bring in on the next one.

I had the pleasure of seeing Girls this past week and it was the best. I’ve been a little sad that show’s that good can’t go on forever.