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musings > is like music > I like music > words about music?
Please don't take yourself too seriously today...
The new Fig & Mint is currently under construction. When it's ready, you'll know. Oh, you'll know.
Well, the fruits of my frustration have possibly resulted in some great changes happening at Fig and Mint headquarter. We're gonna f@#$ Blogger right in the ass. Stay tuned, as a fresh, new, totally awesome version Of Figs and Mint will be coming soon.
Did you know that Google (and thus Blogger) doesn't have live support? None?
A trip to a used book store that I like in Alexandria yielded the most productive results ever in the history of used book stores. I feel like the guy in Canada or wherever who was auctioning off the rare Velvet Underground side. Well, it wasn't quite that lucrative, but it's definitely the best I've ever had. This is was 20 bucks yielded:
Labels: quotes, Walker Percy
Lotsa changes going on here at Fig and Mint headquarters. First of all, you may have noticed I've gotten rid of that pesky .blogger.com in the URL. We did it, we're official now, baby. I have purchased the rights to "figsandmint.com," meaning that (at least for the next 5 years) we have the fig-and-mint idea on lockdown.
Labels: Amie Street, art, Miller, muxtapes, online store, photography
In the digital music age, there is more than the death of vinyl to be lamented. Of course I'm talking about the mixtape. The scene in High Fidelity where Cusack talks about the creation of the perfect mixtape is right on, as opposed to this douchebag:
1. The Grateful Dead - everything about them
Labels: country, films, Grateful Dead, lists, Phish, Ryan Adams
I haven't done a playlist in a while, so here's a great mix for the next time you throw large, drunken soiree. Although a quiet dinner party is more en vogue among the educated hipster crowd that I find myself surrounded by in DC (alas, I pine for the days of wine and rednecks back in Mississippi), there's certainly something to be said about a good ol' fashioned raunchfest. As a case in point, I will be attending a dinner party next week with a separate playlist prepared; one of a more sober, intelligently conversant manner of course (I'm sure featuring lots of rare Coltrane and cuts from Sera Cahoone's latest)...but this baby's on backup just in case. I think you'll find that the mix of funk, dance and hip hop has the potential to elevate any decrepitly boring evening into one more reminiscent of the shady dive bar you frequented on Thursday nights in college because you knew the guy at the door and he's cool and OMG the pitchers are buy 1 get 1 free...
As I've been reflecting on the recent post I made here concerning the best albums for 2008 so far (which is itself a ludicrous premise...but that's how we roll up in here) my lustily insatiable need for perfection has been wracking my brain with the dreaded "wouldves" and "couldves." Plus, Miller has shed some interesting light on the first quarter of 2008 in his comments (which I suppose are worth dignifying with some discussion) and my main man Andy Silva at Fanatic shared some enlightenment that changes the game a bit as well.
Although I don't especially want this blog to be proliferated by tons of asinine videos, this is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
Labels: video