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A funny Friday-afternoon post from Jeremy Freese, who I see lives in Madison and Cambridge. My home town and the site of my conception—where would I be without them?
the secret life of walter ‘i [heart] mean girls’ mitty
I just got an e-mail from The New Yorker offering me a free poster of Lindsay Lohan (along with trying to get me to subscribe to GQ magazine). This, from the magazine that long thought color covers were too tacky for its image, and that still insists on sticking in an umlaut in words like “coördination.” William Shawn, I imagine, is spinning like a high-end centrifuge in his grave. James Thurber, meanwhile, I suspect is probably laying in his grave quite titillated by the idea, wishing someone would smuggle a DVD player into his coffin so he could watch Herbie: Fully Reloaded.
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Although this is spam, I’m keeping it because it contains a genuinely interesting question: Who listens to what music? At work, I’ve been listening to a lot more classical music than usual; NPR has a nice classical-music stream, though it skips (glitches? re-buffers?) sometimes, which is jarring. Also Francoise Hardy, Gloria Deluxe, and the collected work of the Nat King Cole Trio. Some excellent New Zealand bands a colleague introduced me to. Some live Decemberists recordings. “I Want It That Way.” A gigantic boxed set of pop music of the ’90s, which is unfortunately pretty unlistenable. And, of course, all of my colleagues’ iTunes playlists. What I’m trying to say is, I need some new music for work. Note to self: Bring in more CDs.
Looky, in the comments I get to pretend I have a normal blog about myself and my music taste, instead of one dedicated to The New Yorker. How post-postmodern!