vinaigrette game on point
avocado game on point
fruit salad game on point
white wine game ridiculous
come at me, summer
The content of music journalism is rarely as sophisticated as its grammar. Consider this equivocal sentence from EW.com. What initially struck me as incorrect subject/verb agreement (“…a batch…struggle[s]…”) is actually a legitimate dependent clause (“….that struggle to break free…”) modifying the prepositional phrase (“of tracks”) as indicated by the plural pronoun (“their”) and plural image of “prisons.” In other words: EACH TRACK is confined to its OWN GORGEOUS PRISON (perhaps designed by Le Corbusier) with each prison containing a multitude of prison cells from which a multitude of musical ideas STRUGGLE TO BREAK FREE from an egregious BATCH (of MAMMOTH COOKIES?) incarcerating The National’s new album. Did someone say Prison Break!? I have a feeling there will be riots at Barclays. Or a huge bake sale. Thank you grammatical goddess Kory Stamper for the art of diagramming sentences, not yet lost to obsolescence.
Such a sad and funny and poignant anecdote.
Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”- from Live from New York: an Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live
(via thetinhouse)
The Audition Reel of Tobias Funke.
Watch this and then head to insertmeanywhere.biz to download even more video clips of our beloved Tobias.
Is it May 26th yet?
First trailer for Arrested Development - Season 4!
IT IS REAL AND IT IS HAPPENING SOON.
(Source: timetoputonashow, via mediatormeeks)
At Safeco Field for Mother’s Day
by Gabi Campanario
May 12, 2013
Photo by @seattlesketcher
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The content of music journalism is rarely as sophisticated as its grammar. Consider this equivocal sentence from EW.com. What initially struck me as incorrect subject/verb agreement (“…a batch…struggle[s]…”) is actually a legitimate dependent clause (“….that struggle to break free…”) modifying the prepositional phrase (“of tracks”) as indicated by the plural pronoun (“their”) and plural image of “prisons.” In other words: EACH TRACK is confined to its OWN GORGEOUS PRISON (perhaps designed by Le Corbusier) with each prison containing a multitude of prison cells from which a multitude of musical ideas STRUGGLE TO BREAK FREE from an egregious BATCH (of MAMMOTH COOKIES?) incarcerating The National’s new album. Did someone say Prison Break!? I have a feeling there will be riots at Barclays. Or a huge bake sale. Thank you grammatical goddess Kory Stamper for the art of diagramming sentences, not yet lost to obsolescence.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/f78957b2127045a4e11d53252f0f8f90/tumblr_mmwjq3MLs21rgw0ado1_r2_500.jpg)


