Friday, October 28

this post is mostly for Lind

linkcity, and I'm the mayor:

"Often there's this big focus on the sad elements in our songs," he tells the Pitch. "Often people exaggerate that side of what we're doing, of being these sort of miserablists, which bums me out a little bit because most of the songs are sort of even in their moments of euphoria and silliness and humor and sadness."

This emphasis is not surprising, however; after all, the National does misery so well.[whatta claim to fame!]

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“Besides lately having someone go to the bathroom for me, I don’t feel very ‘rock star’ at all,” Ounsworth types, presumably half-joking.' [I'm not sure why the writer wrote "presumably half-joking"; does he think that maybe Ounsworth *does* actually have someone to go potty for him]

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In the piles of the discarded and forgotten, he [Chip Kidd] finds many of his most haunting images, which often echo the emotional concerns found in the novels he's reading. ...In the piles of the discarded and forgotten, he finds many of his most haunting images, which often echo the emotional concerns found in the novels he's reading.

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the Times ran a front-page story marking the 2,000th fatality -- plus four pages of photos of the dead inside. --a nice moment for the paper that's been having the Worst Month Ever.

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Madeleine is not happy about this--but it did mean that I did not bike n drink last night.

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And finally -- I really really really like the new Franz Ferdinand song. I will request it everywhere I go and then I will smile when the people dance.

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