I'd be more sympathetic to gentrification if it weren't so butt ugly.  Here's the crazy plans they have for the Domino Sugar factory, which is at least a pretty building:
http://www.mnn.com/your-hom…
I mean, come on.  That's horrible.

Go find yourself Anthony Braxton's piece for 100 tubas.  I don't know if it's ever been recorded, so you may need to find yourself 100 tuba players.

Haw haw!  Oops!

I've been reading The Passion According to G.H by Clarice Lispector, which has to be one of the most incomprehensible things I've ever read (and I'm a nerd for modernism).  Nothing happens, no insight into the main character, and some of the most turgid, overwrought, downright meaningless prose I've ever forced myself…

That book is ridiculously entertaining.  If you think Hubbard is a dick, wait until David Miscavidge shows up.

It's Derek Jacobi's year to shine!

Either that or showing up as Daniel Plainview and bashing the presenter's head in with a shovel.  I'd accept either one of those.

The idea of Daniel Day-Lewis showing up for this and winning is about the only thing that could possibly make me care about this.

I once played in a terrible noise band who opened up for the Nels Cline Singers in a warehouse space in SF.  We played a loud song that ended with some guy kicking both doors open and yelling "Enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm calling the cops!"  The rest of our set I was skittish and nervous.  Then Nels Cline gets…

Reminds me of a store that sold tiles and linoleum that existed near where I grew up called Linoleum Dick's.  One apostrophe away from hilarity.

This is how therapy works.

The restaurants are kind of shitty, but the fire raining down from the sky?  Top notch!

That's a pretty amazing prank, but it doesn't hold a candle to the hilarious bit of cruelty that was done by some British Situationists (I think, I heard all of this third hand), where a guy dressed up as Santa Claus, went into a department store, and started grabbing stuff off the shelves and handing it over to…

Counterpoint: Nicholas Cage

I guess that explains A.I.

No woman is an Ilsa
Entire of herself
Each piece of the riding crop
A part of the uniform

And whoever the sax player was in Funhouse.  I usually hate sax in rock music, but those are all rare exceptions to the rule.  James Chance especially.

@avclub-e57f718840a576abbb40a7d046c4e3b0:disqus "I'm smart enough not to pay for porn, even soft core porn."

On topic.
*farts*

Yup.  I remember getting to see him when he was touring for Point, and he put on an amazing show.  So much energy.  Now when is he going to put out another record?