Nexus One

I noticed that Google's new phone, the Nexus One, can come pre-jailbroke.  When the iPhone first came out the big thing to do with them was to have them "jailbroke".  This meant that you could edit and use the software in ways that Apple's original software would not allow.  This was also a way to have and iPhone if you didn't have AT&T as your provider.  Google's Nexus One can be "jailbroken" by Google for you for a hefty fee.  I am not sure it's worth the price, but it intrigues me that companies are watching the illegal things consumers are doing with their products and finding a way to make a profit off of them.

Here is a video of someone showing off some of the capabilities of the Nexus One. 



While it seems that it will not quite live up to the iPhone, it seems like a close option for those who want a smart phone like the iPhone, without paying the high monthly fee.

Top 20 Albums of 09

Well here they are:

10. Say Anything - Say Anything
9. Dead Man's Bones - Dead Man's Bones
8. Black Moth Super Rainbow - Eating Us
7. HEALTH - GET COLOR
6. Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavillion
5. Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport
4. Matt and Kim - Grand
3. Passion Pit - Manners
2. The Decemberists - The Hazards of Love
1. Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest

and now for the albums that didn't quite make the top 10 that you probably don't care about:

11. The Used - Artwork
12. Modest Mouse - No One's First and You're Next
13. Leathermouth - XO
14. Between the Buried and Me - The Great Misdirect
15. Silverstein - A Shipwreck in the Sand
16. Discovery - LP
17. Karen O and the Kids - Where the Wild Things Are OST
18. Muse - The Resistance
19. Riceboy Sleeps - Riceboy Sleeps
20. Sunn O))) - Monoliths and Dimensions

(((O)))

fotd
fuck
world
human
hours
time
people
life
shit
name
please
tonight
black
happy
sorry
death
birthday
stop
totd
trying
mouse
tomorrow
animal
average
epic
million
body
facebook
looking
century
lost
miles
check
modest
cult
cloud
actually
damn
woot
money
duluth
jarid
days
album
found
takes
kill
real
hour
chicago
thanks
read
form
fuckin
amazing
shoes
water
sweat
night
times
seeing
reading
condition
deadly
including
creator
sigur
love
university
slow
shut
planet
music
originally
earth
holy
soon
shot
line
week
srsly
blue
sick
past
house
bear
monday
dammit
actual
gonna

Dead Man's Bones

Dead Man's Bones is the music project of actor Ryan Gosling (Stay, The Notebook, Murder By Numbers) and Zach Shields. The best way I can describe their style would be Gospel Horror Bog Zombie Folk Indie. It's rather fresh and new which surprised me. I read in an interview with them that they tried to make sure that most of their mistakes they made while recording were added to the album. Kinda neat if you ask me. Their self titled album comes out October 6th and I would highly suggest you all check it out. Here are a couple of tracks I quite enjoy:

Pa Pa Power

In the Room Where You Sleep

My Body's a Zombie for You

Existential Paradox Art in Route to the West

I acquired a collection of fibers that would grant me flight to the wonderful land of disillusion. I had never misplaced my time in such areas, so I allowed such transitions to occur. The first obstruction that presented itself to me was the fact that my documentation of such travels began its first two sentences with the letter “I”. From an existential mind this would have no serious threats to me, for it was “I” who put them there and it was “I” who decided to so abruptly say, “fuck you grammar, this is my essay and if ‘I’ want to start my essay with ‘I’ twice, then ‘I’ am going to do it!” The inherent problem with this is that I hate existentialism, and also hate it when documentations or publications of any form contain repetitive words. After that rant, and the one about to be mentioned, I have placed what looks like the first Roman numeral in my spewings eleven times. My concerns with such egotistical implications, is that when attempting to describe a simple trip to Hollywood to see Chris Mars’ new gallery, long winded tangents of referring to oneself have bored or frightened about forty to fifty-six percent of the readers off. Jarid (as to avoid anymore “I” problems Jarid has decided to switch to the third person) apologizes for such horrid actions and will now continue with what he intended on writing about (that being an overly wordy pretentious surreal documentation of a trip to Hollywood).
Jarid ventured fourth into the perturbed sea of fast alloys and inconsideration. His aspirations whispered sweet nothings into his ears as he attempted to not end the pulse of himself or those around him. A giant sleek metal bird awaited him, set to leave the crust in two collections of sixty minutes. Upon arrival to the nest of said birds, Jarid climbed through an artificial gash placed on the side of the bird in order to prepare for such leaps of space. All too soon, the pungent odors of fame and wasted papered scripts would be writhing throughout his body, and the sad sorry fool did not even see it coming. Jarid soon realized that the flight had not even taken off and he had rambled on for more than a page now, and aimed to repair such atrocious acts on his part. The flight made it to Hollywood safely, he was unsettled by all the crazy people in Hollywood, he saw Chris Mars’ gallery, and then he went home, the end.
While reading literary collections on art, one can notice the immense forests of words one must venture through to arrive at a coherent story. To some this could be considered an enjoyable process, while to others an inefficient waste of time and paper. But what of those writings that contain both the forest and the straight forward? Obviously it is a completely original idea that has never been done before and the brilliant author of such creations should be praised for his genius and giving high markings on his works. Or, he could be scolded for switching viewpoints mid-essay and claiming to do something original in a trite stale world where everything has been done before rendering himself a stuck up liar. He shall leave these conclusions up to you. Good luck.

New Shit... Oops I Meant to Say Wickson! Same Thing

The next Wickson! album is possibly going to be recorded with an actual keyboard and not music loops. This is just me messing around a bit. I thought I would put it up here to see what you all think. I don't know how to play anything really so it probably sounds very shitty and I am sure a final product would have beats and other layers added to it. So based off that, what you think?

Scared

I am going to try to make a top ten albums and top ten songs of the 2000's... This is gonna be ugly. I expect much debate, loss of sleep, and minor drug habits forming during the process of picking them out. Damn the torpedoes!