Author Archives: lex

post-twitter crisis

When I drink a cup of cof­fee, I don’t care about it. I expect a rea­son­able tem­per­a­ture, an inof­fen­sive taste, and a famil­iar aroma. That’s it. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to look at it. I don’t want to take a pic­ture of it. I don’t want to doc­tor a

Tumblr Rededication

Some­times I read my posts here and I think I come across as hav­ing my head up in the clouds or some­where else. If you know me, you know that’s not me, at least not com­pletely. But what am I to do? I’m blog­ging with a pur­pose (“Pur­pose Dri­ven Blog­ging”). I ago­nize over pop cul­ture

Scranton, R.F.D.

Look, I’ll be watch­ing every new episode of The Office this sea­son. I’ll prob­a­bly act kind of reluc­tant and sur­prised, after­wards, when I invari­ably say, “Yeah, it was pretty good!” That opin­ion will be slightly more pre­dictable and slightly less reli­able than Thefoodreviewer’s take on “Pizza Rolls.” I’ll end up buy­ing the sea­son on DVD.

Cymbals Eat Guitars — Why There Are Mountains

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Nit­suh Abebe’s lat­est col­umn for Pitch­fork, “How to Be a Vam­pire.” In it, he turns the nos­tal­gia talk­ing point on its head, and rem­i­nisces over his approach to music in ado­les­cence, “lis­ten­ing like a vam­pire, lis­ten­ing because I desired to suck some­thing out of the music for

a Jersey Shore moment (S4E5, act 2, scene i)

Sitch rolls into the ambu­lance with Pauly at his side. In the house, Vinny and the Meat­balls con­sole them­selves in that last ves­tige of fam­ily togeth­er­ness, the kitchen. Soon, they will breathe fresh air and reflect upon the futil­ity of vio­lence, even con­sider the sub­tle hints of their own sur­pris­ing mor­tal­ity, but for now, this

Kendrick Lamar — Section.80

The story begins on the neigh­bor­hood cor­ner. A fire is crack­ling, and it’s night time, mid­sum­mer. The whole scene has the feel of an apoc­a­lyp­tic sum­mer camp for young adults. After a strange wel­come, female voices sing, “Every­body throw your hands up high, if you don’t give a f***, throw your hands up high.” Then,

The ‘90s Are All That

TeenNick’s new late-night 2-hour block of shows, The ‘90s Are All That seemed com­pelling enough to me that I upgraded my cable pack­age at a time when “going cable-less” is an increas­ingly attrac­tive propo­si­tion. The upgrade includes the addi­tion of some other chan­nels I’ve already enjoyed, like MLB Net­work and IFC, but it was Teen­Nick