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Wednesday, May 30

해일 비너스

Books Ain't Everything

I learned that Loreen had won the Eurovision thing late this past Saturday night because I needed the Wikipedia homepage URL wherein her arresting visage was found. That was my first mistake. Wikipedia's front door aggregator always sends me off on wildly inapposite diversions, impeding my ever expanding course of much delayed study. My second mistake was stumbling down YouTube's advertising rat-hole to reconnoiter toute cette agitation.

Clicking on Loreen's vaguely war-painted face here will lead you to a play list I assembled as a testament to the depressing waste of time spent vainly searching for something—anything!—that wasn't a complete bouillante pile de merde. Yeah, more than a hour skipping through mindlessly saccharine and unnecessarily sexualized third-rate cabaret acts incongruously plodding across some multi-euro(FAIL!) stage in ... Azerbaijan? ... really?  That Azerbaijan?

Trackshittaz. Austrian. I guess they don't suck that much. Alles klar, Herr Kommissar. Chah!

MrEclipse.com
h/t Steve Clemons
@ The Atlantic
I needed restitution, though retribution was foremost amid my now meandering, wantonly unguided mentation. Clearly 40°25′N 49°50′E wasn't working. Serendipity swept her brightly colored Chima to 37°35′N 127°0′E making good my foray into the nominally brain crushing vapidity of the billion dollar(FAIL!) narcissist network, thankfully eclipsing all the “sexy sexy sugar” in Central Asia. (Azerbaijan. Europe. Azerbaijan. WTF?)

Funny Story #1

This all amounts to what I can at present best describe as "Yet Another Object Lesson In Why I try Not To Pay Attention To (Almost) Anything Everybody Is Talking About," a subject ranging from Mad Men—likely a worthwhile diversion—to Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, or any gaming of vampires, werewolves and ghosts ... id est: occult. Life is all about choices. Are you happy with yours?

It's funny because this past January I came across Patrick St. Michel's “Does Korean Pop Actually Have a Shot at Success in the U.S.?” at The Atlantic, and though induced to save links and briefly ponder its contents for future whinging remonstrance ultimately decided Dostoyevsky was a better call—id est, até agora. St. Michel's (or his editor's) choice of embedded videos impressed on me the already mentioned object lesson, a discouragement from seeking any deeper knowledge of what appears to be a K-Pop explosion. Actually, that would be my first mistake, because when I randomly clicked on a W&Whale video in YouTube's “suggested” list this past Saturday it then lead to four days of listening and arranging and flat our groove mongering. Seriously: see the embedded playlist at the top.

I don't know who Patrick St. Michel is or what his qualification's are for calling himself a “print + new media storyteller” but given his disconcerting performance in The Atlantic I am more than a little disinclined to to follow his link. He only mentions BoA dismissively in passing and spends more time lightly sketching the past half century hit-and-miss of Asian Pop's cross-Pacific appeal. Wanker! What about Clazziquai Project? What about a whole bunch of stuff I'm gonna have to find time to dig out of YouTube's cankerous commercial wasteland. Waitaminute...

GrooveShark!

/∇\ORE ... later

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