I might be a lil late on this one because I was in week long mastur… conversation with regards to this episode. Still, credit where its due, late or not.
Restecp to my main man Edison Chen for doing the du on Gillian Chung, Cecilia Cheung and a buncha others and henceforth providing the entire Chinese male populace on the face of earth, enough meat beat material for a generation or 3!
I specifically refer to the pictures of Cecil in a “police” uniform. Also, I would like to propose a minute’s silence to the crushed hopes of a billion teenagers that were hoping to marry one half of Twins, with particular mention of one mate of mine, whose tears are flooding Sydney as we speak.
Another mate deplores the lack of vaginal shaving amongst Asian women in general and hopes that Gillette, Schick et al, will conspire to produce a better product for the nether regions. This is one instance when environmental, forest loving wussiness should go out the door.
Also restecp to the HK entertainment scene in general, which has until now, been diminished by the tiresome hourly scandals from Hollywood. I always knew you were reserving yourself for one big blast.
And to everyone compromised, “We will always support you!”.*
*You know, in the typical post mando-pop concert, 13 year old girl chanting style with placards and pom-poms.
Filed under: Music
I am not a big dance music fan even though I once replied with “Chemical Brothers” when posed with a fave band question. That was totally untrue. Maybe it was at that instant when I was posed the question but it isn’t anymore. Point is, I am not a big dance music fan.
But I like Steve Aoki’s mixset album, Pillowface & The Airplane Chronicles, particularly the remix of Klaxons’ Gravity’s Rainbow. This is basically the kind of shit that would make my body move in discordance with my brain. This and the Happy Mondays of course.
You can order the album off The Cobrasnake’s site and get some extras like a cushion with the likenesses of Aoki and The Cobrasnake printed on either side.
One of my greatest regrets was not getting the point about and hence not taking lit classes back in secondary school. When I was 14, I pretty much hated whatever we had to read, which included My Fair Lady. I liked Animal Farm though but I struggled to come to terms with the subject in school in general. Which means, I got shit grades and defiantly opted for geography and history instead, which I realized were cakewalks since you just needed a good memory for those. Literature was a different beast which required a lot more opinion, which then required validation, which thus seemed far too troublesome. At the time at least.
I bring this up because, on my Melbourne trip and on a whim as it were, I chanced across some old lady selling books. I bought the one above because a.)I wanted to read something new, b.)The cover looked cool and the book old, c.) the lady in question was Russian, which somehow compelled me to pick up the book.
I didn’t even really bother to read what it was, neither did I have any inkling beforehand, through hearsay or otherwise, that the book was good. Ok, the lady told me it was good, but hey she’s selling it. I duly popped up my $9 and had reading material for a while.
I say a while because its not that easy to grasp. I find myself re-reading lines over and over at times because of the language and the manner of the book/s itself. I’ve only recently completed the first, Notes From Underground, which has a seriously nihilistic dude go on about how he is aside from society. He’s pretty relentless in presenting himself, defending the fact that he isn’t defending himself and painting himself as horrid and lofty at the same time. He’s harsh, critical, petty, quite loony and also a complete loser. At times, I feel like I can relate and at times, I feel utter contempt. Apparently, this character is the first anti-hero ever. I have to say, I find him far more bearable than Houlden Caulfield though.
The language is a little naggy, quite irritating and sort of tiresome in parts. I don’t mean to say the book is crap. Its just how the guy speaks. Peppering his sentences continually with “gentlemen” as he refers to his imaginary audience in a bid to reassure himself that he has one, not that he cares. He does constantly chide his audience for laughing at him. I can’t say I ever bawled out at anything he did. I was more filled with dread. He was like a concentrated hodgepodge of the nerdiest losers ever. You’re probably supposed to be filled with a certain disdain for this character, who is again perhaps a commentary on humanity itself. He doesn’t exist. He can’t logically speaking. I don’t see anyone capable of being quite so nihilistic or is that my optimism speaking? Yea, I suppose I don’t really like the guy or maybe I hope I never become him at least.
I do a double take now if I ever see the word underground being linked to some supposedly next level cool trend that I am not worthy of. I have also learned an underground, supposedly next level cool word with which I can call myself. An Obscurantist.
Ha-ha! {stupid poncey tone}
