Monday, August 23, 2010

A change at the top of the order

I have some lists to share. The reason for this is twofold: this weekend I finally saw A Prophet, thought by many to be the finest movie of 2009, and last week I came to the realization that my favorite book ever has changed. As you all may know, I am intractably a list guy. I am embarrassed by this. It seems somewhat shameful to so desperately need to order and quantify one's artistic experiences.

I've often heard people say that those with chaotic lives will seek to rigidly organize small spheres of their lives so as to impose a measure of their own will in the world. I'm not sure how the whole hoarding phenomenon fits into this explanation, but maybe some people tend to jerk the wheel in the other direction. Regardless, I'm not sure why I like lists, but heaven forgive me, I do seem to derive a disproportionately large amount of pleasure from being able to put numbers next to things.

Favorite Novels.
1. The Boy Detective Fails - Joe Meno
2. The Winter of Our Discontent - John Steinbeck
3. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
4. East of Eden - John Steinbeck
5. Henderson the Rain King - Saul Bellow

Favorite Movies of 2009
1. Where the Wild Things Are
2. The Messenger
3. The White Ribbon
4. A Prophet
5. Coraline

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Possible Birthday Gift Ideas for Wendy

1) A high quality disco ball, to make up for the crappy one she had when we lived in Logansport.
2) A framed, handwritten apology for peeing on her in my sleep when I was a kid.
3) Tomato/zuchini basket
4) Photo of Chuck dressed like Jesus, giving the a-okay sign.
5) Same photo, but with Chelsey dressed as Joan from Mad Men.
6) Same photo but with me dressed like a hot dog.
7) Rights to the following url's:
8) Record a version of 99 Problems by Jay-Z, but change the refrain from "99 problems, but a bitch aint one",  to "99 problems and I'm forty one."
10) Hire fat magician.  Send to house.        

Friday, August 13, 2010

Friday, August 6, 2010

girls rock.

Here is what I've noticed this summer -- bands with the world Girls in it are almost always good. Girls. Vivian Girls. Dum Dum Girls. You see? Bells do pretty well too, plus deer. But girls. What does it mean?

Brent, you were right about The Slow Club. Thanks.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Summer Hits!

A lot of people ask me, "Brent, what songs move your heart this summer?"  I'm sick of answering.  Here's a list.


This is hands down my favorite song of the summer.  It makes me feel cool. 


I like to make up words to this song while I shower.  It's written in such a way that my made up lyrics fit perfectly.  The only other songwriter who does this is Dave Berman of the Silver Jews.


My favorite new album National song.  I can listen to this on repeat over and over.



I finally found an song on this album I liked as much as stuff off Sounds of Silver.  It's long too.  So you can listen to it on your way accross town.


You seem to believe you belong to somebody else.


I heard this song, and I said to myself, "Well the Black Keys have finally made an album for Brent."  Then I heard the rest of the album.  Then I heard this song again, and decided to go to their concert.  It's this Monday evening, outside, in 97 degree heat.  Excellent.


It is because of Dr. Dog that I feel like I could maybe be a Crosby, Stills and Nash fan someday.  God help me.


I had to pick between this and Flash Delirium.  To my great surprise, I picked this.


2009 song.  Don't care. 


Just came out. Don't care.

That's it!  I have a list of other songs here:

In the Sun - She & Him
King of the Beach - Wavves
One - Yeasayer
Le Chat Du Cafe Artistes - Charlotte Gainsberg
I'm a Pilot - Fanfarlo
Obscene Queen Bee - Flashy Python
Take It Easy - Hush Arbors
Speechless - Lady Gaga
Excuses - Morning Bender
Riot Rhythm - Sleigh Bells

Okay.  That's really it.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Swimming Understood Through a Thanksgiving Lesson

Here's why I am enjoying swimming more this year.  My typical swimming experience is as follows.  Go to the pool  enjoy the water.  Get out.  Slather on sun block so that I don't burn my fare fare skin.  Worry about this for the duration I am out of the pool.  Get back in the pool, washing off all sunblock.  Repeat. 

I have finally outsmarted this with a simple too.  The t-shirt.  For some reason, I have always felt I needed to be shirtless poolside.  Like the cumulative 5 hours I was going to spend sunbathing on pool days in the summer was going to somehow address the farmers tan I have every year - despite the fact I was slathering on said sunblock.  How dumb. 

This feels exactly like when I figured out that I could finally enjoy Thanksgiving dinner by mashing all the food together.  There was nothing that said I had to enjoy the turkey by itself.  Yet every year I would eat all the food by itself, loving the potatoes and dressing, and hating the turkey.  Then one year I blended it all up.  Eureka.  I suddenly got the appeal of Thanksgiving.  Even turkey can be enjoyed in that format.

So back to swimming.  Now that I have figured out the shirt thing, days at the pool are much less stressful. Having already hit the age of not giving a shit what I look like with my shirt off, I have come to realize that I also don't care what I look like with my shirt on, at a pool full of shirtless wonders.  And most importantly, the sun burn issue is finally a non-factor. 

I would also like to end this with a little something my coworker Erin said this summer.  It's very true.  It sounds like something a grandparent or parent told her, but she says she just made it up. 

"No matter how you look at a pool, there is always someone who looks worse than you." 

I have checked.  And this is very true.