Hipster backlash

One of the dilemmas of the modern age: how to rebel against hipsters. What is the alternative? Rampant consumerism? Kerry Da Silva comments on the subject of hipster suckiness:

If you live in a metropolitan city like I do, you start to notice that there are as many hipsters infesting your region as there are cockroaches. Both creatures are equally repulsive and annoying, and once you think you’re rid of them, an entire new community of them comes to life. The only main difference between the two is that you can kill a cockroach legally.

According to the article, I fit a number of the categorical identifiers of the hipster clan, although I reject the classification. I’m in need of a step-by-step guide along the lines of I think I’m a hipster.. what do I do now? (link props: redrick)

Hybrid Magazine: Why Hipsters Suck

24 hour music revolutions

I finally saw 24 Hour Party People last night, after weeks of anxious distractions. I lived with a a friend who experienced that musical period firsthand (from Chicago, not Manchester), and he piqued my interest. After seeing the movie, I’m even more hungry for information.

Given, 24HPP focuses on one first hand account of the period. But this one perspective contains much more that 2 hours worth of raw information. As the movie suggests, I’m sure there will be an inordinant amount of source material on the DVD (which according to the movie website should already be released). But the Factory Records biography is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg: what about The Smiths, The Stone Roses, 808 State, The Charlatans, Inspiral Carpets, The Buzzcocks, James…

It’s odd how certain places are inundated with innovation, while others struggle to be placed on the map. Manchester and Detroit both stand out as cities not exactly in the center of the cultural universe, but somehow produce music revolution after music revolution. Something about their social and economic chemistry inspires generation after generation to push the envelope in some way or another. I just hope I be there for the next wave.

Virtual Manchester: History of Manchester Pop

Manchester Online: Manchester Bands

Allmusic: Artists and Groups from Manchester

Discogs: Factory Records Discography

Timecube awry

Josh pointed out to me recently that Timecube progenitor Gene Ray has taken his theories to a new level of crazy, calling for the death of all educators not teaching Cubicism:

Tis Time to kill any educator who does
not teach Cubicism above cubelessness.
To save humanity from extinction, like
prior civilizations perished, youth must
redirect self teachers, or destroy them.
Stupid Educators know of the Truth I
speak and know that it will indict them
as the most evil bastards on the Earth.
Dumb ass educators fear Gene Ray and
his Time Cube Creation – and they run
from any mention of Time Cube Debate.
Only a dumb student can be educated –
as in brainwashed and indoctrinated.
Time Cube debate denial is educator evil.
It is not immoral for students to kill all
educators who ignore Nature’s Harmonic
Time Cube or suppress free speech rights
to debate Time Cube Creation Principle.
Ignorance of Time Cube is Greatest Evil.

A little bit of history: MIT students thought Gene’s theories were fascinating, so they invited him to give a lecture about them in front of eager learners. To Gene’s dismay, none of the faculty showed up, in what he thought was a conspiracy against Cubicism. The lecture is available online for interested parties.

Gene Ray: Time Cube

MIT: Time Cube Lecture

We blog dex

I just received my copy of We Blog, of course thumbing through to make sure I didn’t sound like an idiot in my interview. The damage doesn’t seem to be irreparable.

I won’t be able to read it in depth (thanks to a pile of 100 other books and papers that is currently poised in front of me, ready to strike.. more on that later). But on first glance, it appears to cover an amazing amount of territory, much more than I expected.

Right now I’m getting quite a kick out of seeing Blogdex in the index of a book about blogs. Oh the irony.

Memepool lovin’

Carson (aka fool) just posted the kraftwerk vs. whitney track to memepool, giving lots of love to my post (thank you Carson).

So now I sit here in my office, listening to the sweet sound of hard drives churning. With over 1,000 downloads in the last day, I’ve pushed over 4 gigs of pure minimal German adult contemporary dance-pop. Ja, you’ve got to love acadmic bandwitdth.

Whoa! Here’s something unexpected: Allmusic gives Whitney Houston’s self-titled album 4.5 stars? That’s a lot of stars. Computer World also clocks in at 4.5 stars, a match made in heaven.

Bid farewell to Enron

Now in progress: the Enron liquidation auction. It appears that the online auction technology provider, Dovebid, is having some major difficulties keeping up with the demand. Their website is crippled, and live webcast unattainable.

Ooooh I wish I was in Houston right now. This would be the perfect opportunity to pick up a few plasmas for the bedroom and kitchen.

Update: A connected individual tells me that the 50-inch plasmas are selling for $7,600 (which is far above street price). I guess I should have expected this sort of uninformed auction madness.

Another leap in the deep-fried arms race

Somewhere deep in the provincial regional fairs of America, food technicians have come up with a response to the ever-popular Scottish late-night treat, the deep-fried Mars bar. Using only stock USA-made products, this new invention may be the end-all in end-all diets: the DEEP FRIED TWINKIE.

In what may be the biggest setback for the war on fat since supersize fries, Americans are scarfing down thousands of the gooey, calorie-laden snack cakes at county fairs and restaurants across the country.
“We sold 26,000 Twinkies in 18 days. People drove for hours just to taste our Twinkie,” said Rocky Mullen, who sells the deep-fried, cream-filled treats for $3 (U.S.) each at the Payallup Fair, 50 kilometres south of Seattle.

I am the proud owner of a home deep-fry unit, the only person my age I’ve met that can say so. I’ve made deep fried ice cream. I’ve replicated the foreign but delicious deep fried Mars bar. But this.. this is inspirational. Finally, Americans are on top, and I don’t see anyone upsetting that title anytime soon.

The Globe and Mail: Forget Mars bars, Twinkies now the deep-fried treat (link: beastlychild)

Two for the antiquarian

After years of dissatisfaction with paying above-market prices for used media in auctions (primarily books and vinyl in my case), I’ve discovered that a couple of the used retail networks are growing up. Both GEMM (used music/books) and Abebooks (antiquarian booksellers) are quickly establishing themselves as standards in my consumer repertoire.

These sites, along with others like them, could also become consumer pricepoint guides for online auctions. In most auction situations, buyers are unaware of the value outside the immediate moment, allowing bids to exceed market value final second fever. Analogous to the Bluebook in the automotive world, used media retailers could begin provide buyers with an informed appraisal for rare stuff.

Furthermore, both sites are taking steps toward complete integration, taking care of the entire search, order, and shipping processes. As their systems continue to expand, I assume it will get easier and easier for media collectors (like myself) to begin listing items within their database. I know that the GEMM database already includes a number of individual sellers that don’t even have a storefront.

It’s nice to see an alternative to the ebay hegemony. Did anyone see where the classifieds went?

GEMM: Music: CDs, records and tapes, oh my!

Abebooks: used, secondhand, rare, out-of-print

Computational Professor Complexity

Jason curiously observes Lance Fortnow’s Computational Complexity Web Log (admiring, well, it’s complexity). I had to do a triple-take upon reading this, since Lance was one of my first computer science professors at the University of Chicago.

It’s been many years since I have heard the phrase “Computably Enumerable Language,” and let me tell you, it makes me nostalgic like looking at soft-focus pictures from my childhood while listening to the Boards of Canada. The class used Michael Sipser’s Introduction to the Theory of Computation, one of the few computer science books i still keep on my bookshelf.

It just seems so damned ironic to me for some reason that my ex-professor has a weblog (not the subject matter of the thing, which makes perfect sense for Lance). I’m just praying that he doesn’t find the reverse connection, take a look at blogdex, and realize my issues with complexity. Is there a statute of limitations on grades at my alma mater? God I hope so.