tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119296922012-01-19T23:03:54.174-08:00I am Josh Heller, excellent writer, effective twitter user, and brilliant humorist. I am not a rabbi. I am not a lacrosse player. I am not a seller of rare books. I am not a student. I am not a publicist. I am the best Josh Heller on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Linkedin, Etc. I am the only Josh Heller.Hellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743963523229841291noreply@blogger.comBlogger7781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11929692.post-9879941848921388072012-01-19T23:03:00.000-08:002012-01-19T23:03:54.182-08:00

Do you think that it's funny that I just plagiarized my Twitter profile from the Wikipedia entry for Benjamin Franklin? "a leading author, printer, political theorist, politician, postmaster, scientist, musician, inventor, satirist, civic activist, statesman, and diplomat."

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I never get sick.  Even though my sister offered to poach me an egg that morning, I ate cottage cheese for breakfast. An hour later I drove to the best taqueria on Sunset. I normally order three tacos: two carnitas and one al pastor but the carne asada looked particular interesting today, so I opted for four tacos. I talked to my friend about his Kickstarter project while we ate a dozen tortilla

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http://mashable.com/2011/11/14/tumblr-infographic/ That's why I've been neglecting you Blogspot. You don't have the same social power as Tumblr has!

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Five months ago, I proposed a plan to mobilize one hundred creative and diverse young people to a small North American city for the summer. Over fifty people responded with interest. The summer of 2012 is fast approaching and we need to figure out where we’re going and who’s coming with us! “The rent is too damn high” in Echo Park, Bushwick, Wicker Park, The Mission, Capitol Hill or wherever

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A cumbia club with a sign that read "No ropa roja, no huaraches" -- No red clothes, no sandals --  No gangsters, no hippies. Cops were mad that I asked for advice about whether or not to buy the day pass, because they were busy being distracted by a beautiful woman.  A bald guy on the train combing his hair -- that's not a comb, it's a razor -- a guy on the train shaving his head. A club promoter

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I parked on a street with no restrictions, a few blocks from the Echo Park basement I lived in at the beginning of the year. I hiked a mile downtown with my sleeping bag attached to my backpack. In front of the courthouse I pulled out the sign I wrote on the back of a cat food box. I could see the commotion ahead. Two women leaving the protest asked me to take a picture of their signs “we are the

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I walked into a vernissage that was showcasing photo prints of my old neighborhood in New York. Inside of a side room a funk song was playing and repeating patterns were being superimposed over a map of Berlin. A man was blocking the door. He seemed to be giving a tour. So I followed him to the next room. It looked like an installation of a kitchen with a sink full of dishes. I followed him to

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We were sitting with a crowd of expatriates in front of a bar that's named after a Buñuel film. A loud Brit in a business suit was making lewd jokes about "coming in that direction". Because American humor is overstated, I said "I think he means 'ejaculating in that direction!'" The Brit agreed and raunchy banter proceeded between the expatriates. A German sitting on a bench with his girlfriend

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What's for Mittagessen / keep you guessin'? Oh dude its donnerstag / it must be Doner kebab. I watched a man in his late fifties being fed pasta by his girlfriend in her early-twenties. I'm sure it was a romantic gesture between the two of them, but to me it looked like an elderly man who couldn't feed himself. Every Asian restaurant in Friedrichshain serves Thai, Vietnamese, Chinese and Sushi

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"Cyborg artist fights back against the Chinese government the only way he knows how... LASERS!!!!"

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We stood beside “La Linea” at the western frontier of the US-Mexican border. We were cornered on three sides: the United States to the north, the sea to the west, and the mountains to the east. A lighthouse to the south mirrored a guard tower. The former’s purpose was to welcome things in. The latter was to keep things out. The night before, I was planning to bring something out. ---- We

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Yesterday, people were protesting in front of the S-Bahn. They had tape on their mouths and demanded the release of Ai Weiwei, even though he was freed from a Beijing jail three weeks ago. The protest continued because they still had it marked on their calendars. German efficiency.

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I’d only been in the country for three hours, and I spend $100. I’m gouged by our dollar’s relative worthlessness, my inability to calculate simple equations in my head, and not booking bus tickets weeks in advance. But I’m here now and that’s what matters. I have a few thousand dollars that I saved from unemployment checks that’ll need to last the whole summer. But hell, a 6.5% beer only costs

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At the bus station a Gypsy wearing a bright colored yellow Armani sparkling t-shirt begged for change. I bought some food and water, before we had to jump on the next bus. I handed pieces of a meat filled pastry to my sister as a middle aged woman with a band-aid on her right arm made plans to pick up bread at the local “bucaterie.” Her telephone had different ringtones for different people. One

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We got in at 2:15 AM. A driver said he’d take us to the hostel for “2.” He put up two fingers. Forgetting the Romanian exchange rate this seemed like a good deal. I showed him where we were going on the map. He drove around the block five times. He wasn’t actually a cab driver, we were in his family station wagon. When we arrived I handed him 5. I expected change back but he just kept hitting

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I had to get new pages in my passport. This is a milestone in the life of a professional traveler. Moldova put me just on the line, one more stamp and the passport would be invalid. With my previous hold-ups by UK Immigration, I wanted to have my passport in order before I got back to Luton. I made an appointment at the US Embassy in Chisinau, for Friday. A Moldovan seeking the fast track to US

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I was thinking about getting like one hundred cool young people to move to a small North American city for the summer. Move from Echo Park, Bushwick, The Mission, Wicker Park, Capitol Hill, or which ever neighborhood you are paying too much to live in to a designated locale. It’d be like a summer camp, but with more wine and potlucks. You could use this time to save money while you: write your

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It's five fifteen, we've been awake since the driver kicked us off the bus. We've been walking in circles around the central station. A woman wearing last night's dress is dropped off by a Ferrari. We find a bank, and take thousands out of an ATM. We find a cab and attempt communication. "We are going to the youth hostel." He doesn't seem to understand, but somehow drops us off where we are

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I hand my passport to a teenage ticket agent who remembered me. He brought me aboard the Chisinau-bound bus. I bought my ticket from a guy with a shaved head wearing a wolf t-shirt. There were tons of people wearing Adidas track suits. I was probably wearing the only counterfeit pair purchased in Bolivia. I overheard a Canadian say she drank five diet Pepsis. She was concerned that there is no

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We are at Gara Vest in Ploiesti. Thistown was built by communists as the headquarters for the state oil and gas industry. Today multinational corporations refine petroleum in these factories. The terminal is a two-story building with three satellite dishes, two air conditioners, one analog, and one digital clock. The digital clock is ten minutes slow. Lonely dogs watch grazing cows on the

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I am good at googling things in advance, so two weeks ago I discovered that there would be a music festival in the forest while I was in Romania. A deejay that I liked, and two deejays that I'd heard of would be performing. I figured it'd be the perfect opportunity to connect with Eastern European youth, and save two nights in a hostel because camping was included. The night before the festival

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We boarded the "accelerat" to Ploiesti. My sister's backpack sat between us on the packed train. My legs were cramping before we left the station. The guys sitting next to us recommended that we just put the bag under the seat. They were young guys heading back to their villages for the weekend. One was studying to be a geographer, the other to become a priest. They didn't study English in

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The cockeyed night shift employee talked a lot. Maybe too much. If he had less interesting things to say over his 9 AM "happy hour" beer, I'd quickly begin to hate him. He is from the coast, but came to Bucharest because there's no work anywhere else in the country. He begrudgingly remains in "Europe's most polluted capital." He has seasonal allergies from the pollen in the air, his two cats, and

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We ate a dinner on a terraza. I ate sausage and bean stew, my sister ordered the schnitzel. This was the best meal we'd eaten in Europe. At the table across from us five American retirees were celebrating the first day of their five-day tour. It was the first time any of them had visited Eastern Europe. They were fifty years older than me. I felt like I was retired, even though I'd re-enter the

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A recent college graduate from South Dakota handed me a can of pork pate. It was as disgusting as you might expect. The hostel offered free breakfast. Bread. Eggs. Pork products. This makes up for the additional five dollars we are paying to be twenty minutes from the city center. The walls of the old mansion are covered with lyrics from the 1997 Baz Luhrmann song "Everybody's Free (To Wear

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I handed the bus driver all of my money. You can't get on the 22:38 bus with a 10:38 ticket. I should have researched international timing conventions. I blew fifty dollars instantly. My sister's fountain pen wouldn't work. I tried creating a vacuum with my mouth. The ink blackened my teeth. Again I felt like an idiot. After I passed through the empty security line I took a picture of a sign on

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I have the Democratic urge to be open to all viewpoints including those ideas that I totally disagree with. Republicans stand by their beliefs without any need to justify other worldviews. This is a quality to admire. It’s okay to be an asshole sometimes. I think it's important to consider because assholes are often people with an overconfidence. Being thoroughly confident is what a good artist

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There's a history of the tortured artist. A new precedent is being set by artists who aren’t "fucked up." Artists, without tragic biographies need to trailblaze new descriptions of the artist. We can make a living making art without thinking we need to be poor or suicidal.

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I wrote a joke on my tumblr that got several "reblogs" today. It was about Baudrillard's concept of the simulacra, a copy for which there is no original. I paired that idea with an R&B track from the last decade. I think that most of the "reblogs" happened because teenagers are more familiar with the pop reference than the academic concept. I could be wrong. Maybe the lulz were in favor of more

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On my 800th post of this longstanding travel blog, I want to send my sincerest condolences to the victims and families of those killed in Marrakesh last week. "Our people" were attacked by terrorism. We are the international buena onda backpacker community. Terrorism targets any foreigner as an agent of Western Imperialism. But the only foreigners who go to "exotic" lands are backpackers.

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I trail-blazed through the woods. I saw a golf ball and an arrow. Concerned for my own safety I walked back to the road, where the worst thing that could happen would be to get hit by a truck. There’s a monument to a man who was killed by a teenager driving at 100 mph. I feel uncomfortable walking along roads without sidewalks. If a car veers at me I’ll have to jump into the makeshift creek on

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There was a crowd around an ice cream truck. People were sitting on top of moving vans and food stands. Jack White performed two songs: a Texas blues rock and “Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground.” After his quick set he announced that he’d signed hobo bluesman Seasick Steve to his Third Man Records imprint. I think he headlines festivals in Europe. His power intermittently cut out, but he continued

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This year the cops showed up at the starting line. They locked the gates at Baja Cantina. We took shopping carts over foot canals. 50 of our beers were confiscated by bike cops. We got to the boardwalk and were interrupted by a Mardi Gras parade. The groups split up. We walked through an alley. Drank beers from abandoned carts. We decided to not go to the finish line. We drank from another

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This coffee shop is crowded. I was going to say it’s the analog to The Archive off the Morgan stop, but LA’s “Arts District” is more SoHo than Bushwick. Before I finished writing that sentence a man in attempting-hip-thick-rimmed-glasses asked me what I was writing. I read him the unwritten sentence. He wrote it on to a notepad. He was gathering notes for a performance from his theater group

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"You know six cars can pass and nobody will tell me what time it is. It's like a joke ... they wouldn't even give me the time of day. Like I'm responsible for their problems. I'm homeless, I'm the scourge of the earth. At least you had the courtesy to listen man."

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THURSDAY, MARCH 13, 2008SXSWGoal for next year.Get a job, that flies me to SXSW.I'll also accept a job that drives me there.Mission accomplished. Twice.

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I walked up the 110 offramp from Kachi Deli. Across the street I could see the old oil building that’d been converted into a TV studio. I peered up to the ninth floor, my old office. I hadn’t been back since I was canned two months ago. I hoped nobody would see me. I walked on the far side of the street. I passed behind some buses to obscure myself.  A man walked out of a port-a-potty that bus

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I was searching for online incomes and came across your website and thought I would ask how your business was going.Can you tell me, are you making good money with it and does it require a lot of work?Thank you for your time. Hope to hear from you soon.God Bless.Sincerely,Larry Nelson Larry, Glad to hear from you. My online business is going swimmingly. I make very good money, and it didn't

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In 2010 I lost my job, my girlfriend moved away, and my apartment of nineteen months was abandoned. A glorious end to the most stagnant year of my adult life. I am not sad at all. I am ready for 2011. This next year will be far more dynamic than 2010. I've already begun to explore my new neighborhood. In a few months I will head to SXSW with a press pass. I may head to a friend's island in

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These are thirty of my favorite songs in 2010 and why. 1. These Girls (feat. Garfunkel and Oates) - Childish Gambino - Culdesac Donald Glover, the comedian-turned-rapper released an album that isnʼt comedy, just good rap. His lyrics emote the tribulations of rapid fame, which reminds me of Bright Eyes. This song features Garfunkel and Oates other comedians who also sort-of- dabble-in-music.

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Google Labs' new Books Ngram Viewer shows us that the word "fart" was most frequently used 340 years ago. We can imagine gentlemen with ruffled collars writing theses about the passing of gas. But upon further inspection it is revealed this may not be the case. Google thinks has confused the 17th century letter "p" for an "f." 1670s writers were filling their books with "Parts" not "Farts.

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orgiastic organism from the content continent whose conscious couscous appears in the annals of digestive digest i'd like to go further/farther but i must digress because this is the end of our recess - The poem is about a North American octopus who makes mind-altering Middle-Eastern cuisine that appears in cooking magazines. You want to eat it, but unfortunately the lunch break has just

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Thank God for the TV! Without television shows to cannibalize, half of these people would be lost, utterly catatonic. Pretty soon you can almost see it, the tubercular blue of the 23-inch screen, radiating from their prose. Anytime you see a columnist trying to squeeze material out of his house, articles, books, or the television set, you've got a starving soul on your hands... You should send

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Well I’ve done an excellent job at not doing anything today. Anyythhinng worthwhile. I cashed checks and bought holiday gifts. I ate at In-N-Out Burger and drank a coffee. I noticed that the girls at American Apparel are cute but still have acne. I ate some Teddy Grahams. I told people I got a press pass to SXSW. I made plans to go to a house party in Tijuana. I’m probably going to drive instead

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To any Tea Partier still wanting to know where Barack Obama's birth certificate is, I've found it! Go to Wikipedia (www.wikipedia.org) Now that you're there type "Barack Obama" in the search bar on the right. Scroll down. Okay just passed the table of contents you'll see "Early life and career" in bold. Right below it there should be something written in italics that says "Early life and career

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On Friday we walked to a taco truck that Jonathan Gold wrote about. After buying a counterfeit copy of Scott Pilgrim from behind the truck, we walked south down Western into Koreatown. We bought 7-11 brand beers and chugged them in the entrance to a church parking lot. We had heard there was a bar around the corner named Barcade. My pan-coastal sensibilities made me wonder if that bar was

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The bus station in the fashion district boasts journeys to Durango and Zacatecas. I am worrying whether or not that guy with the tattoos and crew cut has PTSD and a death wish for everyone on this bus. I guess I'm paranoid because white middle-class USA has a problem with bus travel. Most people in my tax bracket fly to Las Vegas. This fare was $120 cheaper. My love of overland travel makes me

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This composition reflects the Influence of 1970s synthesizer soundtracks on the renowned musician Raunchmaninoff. The artist explicitly cites Jean-Michel Jarre and Vangelis as the "great synthbros" of the 20th century. In his first video of late October 2010l, Raunchmaninoff uses archival footage of San Francisco, California shot in early 1941 to reflect the scale of modernity. This pastiche

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A guy walked into the Game Stop at the Roseville Galleria¹ "made some incoherent remarks about his sister being held captive" then barricaded himself in the store and set it on fire. The mall was evacuated and police officers arrested the suspect. Nobody was injured but the fire has not yet been contained. Setting a mall on fire seems like the extension of an early 90's adolescent punk rock

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I have to explain the intersection first. When you walk down the hill as a pedestrian you have to wait to cross from the median.  From behind me I heard a loud crash. I looked up and saw that scaffolding was set up around a window. Within seconds I realized they were remodeling the fifth floor, and set up a trashchute to protect passerbys. This was not realized by the man across the street.

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Originally published by The Awl, October 12th, 2010   Dear The Awl, I was going to write an incredible piece detailing the exploits of a controversial “hipster conference” on an esteemed university campus. No other journalist would have the guts to write this because of the potential backlash from the Hipster Media Elite. This event was to be held on neutral territory to prevent “New York

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A few months ago I wrote a post on my other blog called: Bros vs. Hipsters and the political implications of this conflict.This evening dwinspear commented with an insightful take on the ancient history of this dispute.after reading online Plutarch's history of Cleopatra. Then onto another site where I found an interesting analysis, comparing Western(hipster) and Eastern(bro) attitudes about

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The Mexican Senate has withdrawn from the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. The agreement authored by US business includes “a provision where providers Internet Service Provider (ISP) provide information (without warrants) on suspected copyright infringers.” Mexico recognizes that... “new information technologies have been an essential part of the recent dramatic changes in the

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Oh man, I used to emote with this blog. I've lived in Los Angeles for 18 months. That's probably the longest I've lived anywhere since I've had this blog. My girlfriend lived with me for a year, but recently moved to grad school an hour away. We still see each other on the weekends. Six months ago my job used to be so creative. I'd write blog posts about internet memes and drive the traffic

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The USA has a long involvement in Latin America, as far back as James Monroe. The US has historically upheld dictators (like Pinochet in Chile) because they were anti-Communist. After the fall of the Soviet Union the fight against communism ended, and the US no longer focused on control in these area. The people of these countries adopted democratically-elected leftist leaders. Most notably

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I thought this was an interesting article in Media Post News: Lack Of 'Creators' Stifling Social Web"The traits required to be a Creator are unique, and at this moment, the consumer market interested in these behaviors has plateaued......Illustrating a demand for Creators and Critics, most markets saw an increase in Spectators -- i.e., the audience for Creators and Critics."The passive Spectator

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The HTML 909 turns your browser into a drum machine. Make some dope beats. This audio is how the above image sounds.

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Provide The Subject with an Abstract Boss who works from another office. The Abstract Boss will oversee the people around The Subject as well as a Sub-manager who directly supervises The Subject from three time-zones away. The Sub-manager will dictate the day-to-day responsibilities of The Subject via an Instant Messaging System. The Subject will complete tasks as asked. The Subject will quickly

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I used to write several blog posts a day at Current. This was a post I wrote on December 29, 2009 about an emerging internet video called Greenscreen Grandmas. --------- Meme Watch: Greenscreen Grandmas and the formula for internet success I use the internet professionally. That is, I receive payment and benefits for surfing the web, and then talking about it. I thought I should draw from my

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I am drinking an Armenian beer: "Kotayk, Quality & Tradition." I just got off the phone with my friend who told me he split a punch bowl of Four Loko with 5 friends. That's twenty Lokos. He described the hangover as similar to the 32 ounce Dunkin Donuts Irish Coffee that he invented the previous summer. The next morning you feel like you're coming down from drugs, because you're coming down

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I’ve got records and laptops strewn throughout this room. I have a 25-key midi controller resting on a stack of CDs and a pair of DJ headphones. I have obsolete music cables scattered across the coffee table. I’m listening to avant-garde techno that used to be called “IDM.” I could give a music journalist an impressive photo spread documenting an up-and-coming electronic musician.

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I celebrated my birthday this weekend. People congratulated me on Facebook. In an effort to optimize my personal brand I've broken down where I know responders from into the following graph. The demographic "I was their Camp Counselor" appears to be most engaged by my web presence. Which means I need to start creating more content for people in late high school / early college..

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Last week I went on a cruise with my family. One night, before dinner I ordered a "Maker's and soda" from the Indonesian bartender. "Grey Goose?" She'd misunderstood me. I clarified and she poured me some whiskey. At dinner I ordered a second drink from another Indonesian bartender. The drink came back looking much clearer than normal. It tasted like high-end vodka. He'd made the same mistake

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A girl at the booth was trying to sell spa packages to my friends. I wanted to leave, so I yelled at my friends: "THIS IS A SCAM, LET'S GO!" The girl at the booth got defensive: "THIS ISN'T A SCAM, I'M A MEDICAL STUDENT!" I gathered my marbles, and retorted: "I'M NOT DENYING YOUR SCIENCE, JUST YOUR MARKETING SKILLS! HIJACKING PEOPLE TO SELL THEM OVERPRICED PRODUCTS ISN'T MEDICINE!" Dis. But

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Originally published by The Awl on August 18th, 2010. ------ I love Latin America. I’m not sure if it's the food, the people, the culture or its vibrant collection of knockoffs.I’m also not sure why I’m so passionate about fake things. Maybe it’s the mockery of consumer capitalism, or the satisfaction of the common man owning something he could never afford. I own a fake Adidas jumpsuit from

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Jakarta is 14 hours ahead of California, which means right now it's early Friday afternoon. More people in Indonesia are tweeting than people in the United States, so they get the "trending term." The "trending term" is also the result of geography and language. Indonesia is in the same time zone as Thailand, China, and parts of Russia, countries that do not use the Latin Alphabet, which means

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At 11:32PM PST on August 5th, 2010 the term "Masjid" was trending on Twitter. The tweets are in Bahasa Indonesia, the national language of Indonesia. The word "Masjid" is Bahasa (and Arabic) for "Mosque." Tweets like this were popping up all over my feed. This an automated tweet from Foursquare. People are checking into Mosques, because that's a daily part of the routine in Jakarta.

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We'd been drinking since Happy Hour at that Korean Pirates of the Caribbean on Wilshire. We guzzled 5000cc's of Amber Ale, and dined on authentic cuisine: "tteokbokki" and "potato skins." Post-Happy Hour pricing pushed us on to the streets. We decided to regroup at a home-base off Franklin. We drank whiskey shots and warm beer on the breezy patio. Our friends were at that

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7-11s in Mexico City are more interesting than domestic 7-11's. Bacon wraps and beers. "Un cancion de Café Select."

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I went to Mexico. I have some more stories... hold up.

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The Hills are Fake Unwritten jokes about: Simulacrum, Ontology, Reality Television, Post-Industrial Consumer Capitalism, Fake Tans

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I arrived at the dive bar before my friends did. An old man was yelling at the television. "I can't believe their still showing 'Bobby Mays' commercials." "Yeah, you're right I think 'Bobby Mays' died of cancer." Perhaps they weren't internet savvy enough to know the name of the telemarketer, or were too drunk to hear him announce it, but I knew I didn't really want to make small talk with these

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While you're busy adding Twitter followers, I'm on some next level shit. You heard me, bro. I'm diversifying my online profile with Brazilians. There are a bazillion of them, so this plan is utterly braziliant. In 5 years you'll just be learning Portuguese, while I'll be a celebrity member of Brazilian high society. I'll be Brazilian Jerry Lewis(h).  (I realize he was an American icon in France

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I received this email: Subject: Fw: Iman was one of the ones who flew the airplane into the world trade center...... Muslim Holiday ----- Original Message ----- IT'S JUST THE START AND AS LONG AS WE LET THIS FESTER THE WORSE THE CANCER IS GOING TO BE AND THE MORE LOSS OF LIFE BY VIOLENT DEATH WILL WE HAVE TO FACE....  Can't the mall management do anything.  Or the locals?  Why do we allow this?

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Other images from this map show the Wayne's World dudes noticed the camera. I reckon they were headed to a "fancy dress" party. This is an example of pop culture recycling itself. Wayne's World started as a sketch Saturday Night live ---> Became a popular film ---> Entered the zeitgeist ---> Shared cultural context makes this a "funny" costume ---> Costume captured by Google's Panopticon --->

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This Google Street View image of guys that resemble the cast of Wayne's World, just broke. I predict it will be the most popular picture of the upcoming week.

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Hey YouTube uploaders, let's leave the copyright law to copyright lawyers. Do you really think the copyright holder wasn't familiar with DMCA? Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on this guy. This video was uploaded in 2007, perhaps the political climate necessitated this note.

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This American Apparel Oxford button-up is a huge waste of your money. Right now you can buy dozens of shirts like this from the Goodwill around the corner for like $6. Hell, the American Apparel designers probably based this shirt on those they've bought at thrift stores.

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A strategy for creating effective content around memes. Be one of the first people to identify emerging meme. Create great content about the meme. Title your work with SEO-friendly headings and tags. Support other's work on the meme. You must work together to optimize exposure. E-mail bloggers to personally thank them for their writings on your meme. Have patience. If you are that far ahead of

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I declined a facebook request to "vote for sandwich" because though I know it's a joke, it sounds like a campaign that could be co-opted by Tea Partiers to oust an incumbent.

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Joshua Heller, the first video historian of the "Bros Icing Bros" movement, is also an innovator in the new musical genre of "Iced Bro Chillwave." Musically "Iced Bro Chillwave" is influenced by traditional chillwave like Neon Indian, Toro Y Moi, and Washed Out. "Iced Bro Chillwave" however differs in its lyrical content. 95% of "Iced Bro Chillwave" focus on ICING other bros, lamenting at the

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A bearded old man in a yarmulke asked if I was a Leftist. He said he was a Leftist without a movement, because nothing seems viable right now. He called himself a Messianic Leftist, waiting for the revolution to come in four-hundred years.

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In the early 2000’s I would hit on Hipster girls by saying: “Nice bangs, I like Bright Eyes too.” Today if I were to hit on a Hipster girl, I’d say: “Nice bangs, I’m also conflicted about the new MGMT record. Although it was released by a major label I think it retains a level of complexity and indie credibility... would you like to fuck?”

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I've received more than fifty comments on my video "Bros Icing Bros: A How-To Documentary." I work on the internet so I'm not surprised that the comments are negative. I expected more comments like "ur friends are fags." That's typical YouTube trolling. I didn't think they would be anti-hipster comments from bros. "not bros, they're hipsters, definition of bro-haters right there""fuckin

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It's pretty chill, but then when you sit down to think about it it's not as entirely chill as you previously thought.

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Out the door my goal was to get a lemon popsicle. I knew they only sell lime. A Latin couple walked by. It made me think about how I don’t see white people in this neighborhood. I walked to the bodega and bought a bubblegum popsicle. They didn’t have lemon. I spoke the first two sentences in Spanish, then asked in English what Kevin Bacon movie the store’s owner was watching. He didn’t know,

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An anti-gay Republican walking out of a gay bar, feels the same way I do, when I walk out of a McDonald's. I look around and don't want anyone to see where I've been. He is a hypocritical closeted homosexual. I am a hypocritical closeted hamburger.

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Bros Icing Bros differs from other internet memes because it does not exist solely inside of the computer. There is a physical aspect to it. ICING a bro transforms the status quo space. The ICE realm is transposed onto the everyday world. This meme subverts our understanding of reality. The problem with this meme is that it’s branded. At its core, Bros Icing Bros offends a corporate beverage by

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I've become a huge fan of the internet phenomenon "Bros Icing Bros" so I've documented the phenomenon in the verité style. To Ice a Bro you need a case of Smirnoff Ice. These are some other bros that I've iced.

Hellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743963523229841291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11929692.post-27683450953126255122010-05-19T01:10:00.000-07:002010-05-19T01:10:41.536-07:00

I see similarities between American Tea Party activists and Venezuelan Hugo Chavez supporters. Both come from less educated, lower-income communities. (Chavistas are considerably poorer than 'redneck' Tea Partiers.) Both ideologies have revolutionary philosophies. Hugo Chavez literally led a failed coup d'état. The Tea Partiers call for the democratic removal all incumbents. Both invoke

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Rejected piece fiction for the Hustle edition of 48 Hour Magazine. ---- Tommy had known Angelo for about six weeks. Angelo was new to town, but when he arrived he acted like he ran the place. Before he met Angelo, Tommy had never so much as filled a water cup with soda. After several weeks with Angelo, Tommy’s was no longer living the life his mother would approved of.     “We’ve hit every

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