I think next week I’m going to dedicate Student Loans For Beer Money
to talking about mid-2000’s screamo. Because it’s funny and annoying.
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I wanna be the first man to nail a supermodel on the moon.
I like wine... but in a manly way that makes bitches holla at me.
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Student Loans For Beer Money
i got in this big fight with some girl tonight
who kept telling me she was in PR and that I couldn’t argue with her about how shitty Warped Tour bands nowadays were. She kept telling me about This Time Next Year and Set Your Goals and Attack Attack and The Devil Wears Prada. And every time I countered her points she asked who I had written for.
I admitted nowhere really, that I’m interning at a place in the city, a website. And then I said that my credentials don’t change the fact Warped Tour when I was in High School was something (choreographed) but essentially raw and thrown together and how now, regardless of the genres that are popular it isn’t that anymore. And that’s the problem with all the new bands out right now. I mean Of Mice And Men makes Senses Fail on “Let This Enfold You” sound like Drive Like Jehu.
But she kept asking how I could say that, asking where I’ve written. She told me she’s written pieces for AP Magazine. And I’ll admit I had had a good amount of rum at the time but I finally pounded on the table and said:
“I’m allowed to say what I think because I actually like music and because I’m a fan, unlike people in PR. The difference is fucking money” (more or less…)
I mean if you think about it, criticism means nothing. It solves nothing, it changes nothing, it affects no one and at the end of the day you’re just a fan that writes out your thoughts and people want to read it.
If you think you’re ever more than that you’re a sociopath and an idiot.
Free will is an illusion, biologist says
As Cashmore explains, the human brain acts at both the conscious level as well as the unconscious. It’s our consciousness that makes us aware of our actions, giving us the sense that we control them, as well. But even without this awareness, our brains can still induce our bodies to act, and studies have indicated that consciousness is something that follows unconscious neural activity. Just because we are often aware of multiple paths to take, that doesn’t mean we actually get to choose one of them based on our own free will. As the ancient Greeks asked, by what mechanism would we be choosing? The physical world is made of causes and effects - “nothing comes from nothing” - but free will, by its very definition, has no physical cause. The Roman philosopher and poet Lucretius, in reference to this problem of free will, noted that the Greek philosophers concluded that atoms “randomly swerve” - the likely source of this movement being the numerous Greek gods.
I refuse to believe this.
Yeah, when I realized this things got a lot different. But if you don’t believe it you can’t believe in math or science or any of those other pesky ideas that require “1+1” to equal “2”.
EDIT: Not that I like magically came up with the idea, someone told me, thought about it, made more sense.
Obama will never take away our freedom.
so tonight
there was this band named freelance whalers and they opened and my offical review is due tomorrow, but like i felt like i needed to rant about them now. they were really tight and they sounded great but i feel like in their 25min set they summed up everything wrong with indie rock:
-they made heavy use of a banjo
-the lead singer looked like mark ruffalo from “the brother’s bloom”
-their xylophone player (yes… xylophone) looked like abhed from “community”
-girl bassist…
-took time out of their set to advertise a 7 inch they were putting out…
-they all looked bored.
it’s like if you’re gonna play music at least be kinda pumped you get to, right?
i’ll probably soften up before my deadline but man… Brooklyn sucks.
Yo, I made a tumblr for Hofstra’s paper
In my continuing quest to homebrew an online presence I made a Chronicle tumblr.
It’s RSS linked to our three Twitter accounts, our Flickr, and our Youtube. Which is essentially a long winded way of saying if you ever wanna know what we’re doing anywhere on the internet, that’s the best way to do it. There’s more stuff coming and if you don’t go to Hofstra it’s probsbly not interesting but either way, there ya go:
Women.
-
chikkachikkayeah:
women are not scary
-
Ryan Broderick:
yes, you all are
-
Ryan Broderick:
you're all a bunch of psychotic birds that lay eggs and make nests and turn men into pets!
-
chikkachikkayeah:
brb im planning my wedding
-
Ryan Broderick:
go to hell
-
chikkachikkayeah:
sorry, OUR wedding.
-
Ryan Broderick:
i hate you
i think most of you are too much of babbies to remember surge but i loved this shit.
that shit was so fucking good
i never really understood the attraction.
it was okay
I remember stores not being allowed to sell it by the time I had heard of it
This defined my childhood. I miss it.
surge was pretty much my favorite soda summer of ‘98. we went to canada on vacation and it was all i drank because they were crazy about it up there. damn, now i want one.
It’s still around. It’s called Vault now
I’m not sure if this is related but one time I went to White Castle I ate like 4 hamburgers and bag of fries and had a big thing of Vault and literally pooped a solid brick.
I’m not sure if the Vault was to blame.
I was also really high.
Yeah…
Eating an apple, listening to the smiths, using a macbook in a bus station, I am everything I hated in high school.
![[Gets on soapbox]
Now, I’m sorry if you like Gawker but I don’t. I’ll be very clear about that. And their piece on the Family Guy vs. Sarah Palin Vs. Down Syndrome-gate sums why the best (I’m going to be putting “gate” after every news story I report on now because it’s what we do in the blogosphere).
They published the full email that the down syndrome actress from the most recent Family Guy episode sent to news outlets and COMPLETELY missed the point. They make it into some dig at the New York Times for not publishing it in full.
“The Times, however, stops at “my parents raised me to have a sense of humor and to live a normal life.” They must have done the calculations and figured that being able to interview Sarah Palin in the future was worth more than printing Friedman’s awesome email in full.”
Yo, fuck you Gawker, I don’t work at The Times but if I had to venture a guess as to why they didn’t publish her letter in full is that, while amusing, it’s an incredibly tacky thing for a news outlet to publish. Not to mention unfounded and mildly libelous.
God I fucking hate Gawker. Gizmodo and IO9 are cool though.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky3kzixb2X1qzigjno1_500.jpg)
[Gets on soapbox]
Now, I’m sorry if you like Gawker but I don’t. I’ll be very clear about that. And their piece on the Family Guy vs. Sarah Palin Vs. Down Syndrome-gate sums why the best (I’m going to be putting “gate” after every news story I report on now because it’s what we do in the blogosphere).
They published the full email that the down syndrome actress from the most recent Family Guy episode sent to news outlets and COMPLETELY missed the point. They make it into some dig at the New York Times for not publishing it in full.
“The Times, however, stops at “my parents raised me to have a sense of humor and to live a normal life.” They must have done the calculations and figured that being able to interview Sarah Palin in the future was worth more than printing Friedman’s awesome email in full.”
Yo, fuck you Gawker, I don’t work at The Times but if I had to venture a guess as to why they didn’t publish her letter in full is that, while amusing, it’s an incredibly tacky thing for a news outlet to publish. Not to mention unfounded and mildly libelous.
God I fucking hate Gawker. Gizmodo and IO9 are cool though.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?
(via -pct)
I regret ever saying the words “I can’t wait to grow up.”
WHOA. You just—like, oh man, that’s like exactly how I feel like—oh man, I just, I’m speechless. You totally get my shallow and vapid view of childhood! Does anyone remember that show “Global GUTS”? Oh man, let’s sit in my dorm room and smoke my vaporizer and talk about it.
Please post shit like this on facebook next time.
I dunno if I wanna start using it. It reminds of me “Enemy Of The State” where Lex Luthor uses satelites to spy on The Fresh Prince.
Does anyone use Foursquare?
or is it just for like really lonely 30-year olds?
About the “On The Road” thing
I’m in Part 3 and I hate pretty much all of it. Like I don’t find being selfish and shortsighted romantic. Like I know it was written in a time and a place and you have to approach as such. I mean it was some of the first literature to deal with, well, hipsters but I just absolutely hate all the characters.
They’re selfish and stupid and it’s reiterated over and over again they have no connection to each other because they’re so caught up in their own lives. Sal Paradise (Kerouac/narrator) is a sociopath if you think about it. And I wish THAT was the point, but it’s not.
Like I’m all for anti-heros and all that and you can love the adventure I just think he’s a prick. I’m gonna finish it and then make my final judgment but Kerouac is so out of touch with reality it’s sickening. Coming from Bukowski who was writing around the same time about bum culture, at least Bukowski didn’t think being poor was something to put on a pedestal.
About
I'm pretty awesome. I can bench like 500 lbs. on a bad day.I wanna be the first man to nail a supermodel on the moon.
I like wine... but in a manly way that makes bitches holla at me.
Links
Ryan Patrick Broderick Ryan.Broderick@gmail.com @RyanhatesthisBlog RSS
Student Loans For Beer Money
i got in this big fight with some girl tonight
who kept telling me she was in PR and that I couldn’t argue with her about how shitty Warped Tour bands nowadays were. She kept telling me about This Time Next Year and Set Your Goals and Attack Attack and The Devil Wears Prada. And every time I countered her points she asked who I had written for.
I admitted nowhere really, that I’m interning at a place in the city, a website. And then I said that my credentials don’t change the fact Warped Tour when I was in High School was something (choreographed) but essentially raw and thrown together and how now, regardless of the genres that are popular it isn’t that anymore. And that’s the problem with all the new bands out right now. I mean Of Mice And Men makes Senses Fail on “Let This Enfold You” sound like Drive Like Jehu.
But she kept asking how I could say that, asking where I’ve written. She told me she’s written pieces for AP Magazine. And I’ll admit I had had a good amount of rum at the time but I finally pounded on the table and said:
“I’m allowed to say what I think because I actually like music and because I’m a fan, unlike people in PR. The difference is fucking money” (more or less…)
I mean if you think about it, criticism means nothing. It solves nothing, it changes nothing, it affects no one and at the end of the day you’re just a fan that writes out your thoughts and people want to read it.
If you think you’re ever more than that you’re a sociopath and an idiot.
Free will is an illusion, biologist says
As Cashmore explains, the human brain acts at both the conscious level as well as the unconscious. It’s our consciousness that makes us aware of our actions, giving us the sense that we control them, as well. But even without this awareness, our brains can still induce our bodies to act, and studies have indicated that consciousness is something that follows unconscious neural activity. Just because we are often aware of multiple paths to take, that doesn’t mean we actually get to choose one of them based on our own free will. As the ancient Greeks asked, by what mechanism would we be choosing? The physical world is made of causes and effects - “nothing comes from nothing” - but free will, by its very definition, has no physical cause. The Roman philosopher and poet Lucretius, in reference to this problem of free will, noted that the Greek philosophers concluded that atoms “randomly swerve” - the likely source of this movement being the numerous Greek gods.
I refuse to believe this.
Yeah, when I realized this things got a lot different. But if you don’t believe it you can’t believe in math or science or any of those other pesky ideas that require “1+1” to equal “2”.
EDIT: Not that I like magically came up with the idea, someone told me, thought about it, made more sense.
Obama will never take away our freedom.
so tonight
there was this band named freelance whalers and they opened and my offical review is due tomorrow, but like i felt like i needed to rant about them now. they were really tight and they sounded great but i feel like in their 25min set they summed up everything wrong with indie rock:
-they made heavy use of a banjo
-the lead singer looked like mark ruffalo from “the brother’s bloom”
-their xylophone player (yes… xylophone) looked like abhed from “community”
-girl bassist…
-took time out of their set to advertise a 7 inch they were putting out…
-they all looked bored.
it’s like if you’re gonna play music at least be kinda pumped you get to, right?
i’ll probably soften up before my deadline but man… Brooklyn sucks.
Yo, I made a tumblr for Hofstra’s paper
In my continuing quest to homebrew an online presence I made a Chronicle tumblr.
It’s RSS linked to our three Twitter accounts, our Flickr, and our Youtube. Which is essentially a long winded way of saying if you ever wanna know what we’re doing anywhere on the internet, that’s the best way to do it. There’s more stuff coming and if you don’t go to Hofstra it’s probsbly not interesting but either way, there ya go:
Women.
- chikkachikkayeah: women are not scary
- Ryan Broderick: yes, you all are
- Ryan Broderick: you're all a bunch of psychotic birds that lay eggs and make nests and turn men into pets!
- chikkachikkayeah: brb im planning my wedding
- Ryan Broderick: go to hell
- chikkachikkayeah: sorry, OUR wedding.
- Ryan Broderick: i hate you
i think most of you are too much of babbies to remember surge but i loved this shit.
that shit was so fucking good
i never really understood the attraction.
it was okay
I remember stores not being allowed to sell it by the time I had heard of it
This defined my childhood. I miss it.
surge was pretty much my favorite soda summer of ‘98. we went to canada on vacation and it was all i drank because they were crazy about it up there. damn, now i want one.
It’s still around. It’s called Vault now
I’m not sure if this is related but one time I went to White Castle I ate like 4 hamburgers and bag of fries and had a big thing of Vault and literally pooped a solid brick.
I’m not sure if the Vault was to blame.
I was also really high.
Yeah…
Eating an apple, listening to the smiths, using a macbook in a bus station, I am everything I hated in high school.
[Gets on soapbox]
Now, I’m sorry if you like Gawker but I don’t. I’ll be very clear about that. And their piece on the Family Guy vs. Sarah Palin Vs. Down Syndrome-gate sums why the best (I’m going to be putting “gate” after every news story I report on now because it’s what we do in the blogosphere).
They published the full email that the down syndrome actress from the most recent Family Guy episode sent to news outlets and COMPLETELY missed the point. They make it into some dig at the New York Times for not publishing it in full.
“The Times, however, stops at “my parents raised me to have a sense of humor and to live a normal life.” They must have done the calculations and figured that being able to interview Sarah Palin in the future was worth more than printing Friedman’s awesome email in full.”
Yo, fuck you Gawker, I don’t work at The Times but if I had to venture a guess as to why they didn’t publish her letter in full is that, while amusing, it’s an incredibly tacky thing for a news outlet to publish. Not to mention unfounded and mildly libelous.
God I fucking hate Gawker. Gizmodo and IO9 are cool though.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?
(via -pct)
I regret ever saying the words “I can’t wait to grow up.”
WHOA. You just—like, oh man, that’s like exactly how I feel like—oh man, I just, I’m speechless. You totally get my shallow and vapid view of childhood! Does anyone remember that show “Global GUTS”? Oh man, let’s sit in my dorm room and smoke my vaporizer and talk about it.
Please post shit like this on facebook next time.
I dunno if I wanna start using it. It reminds of me “Enemy Of The State” where Lex Luthor uses satelites to spy on The Fresh Prince.
Does anyone use Foursquare?
or is it just for like really lonely 30-year olds?
About the “On The Road” thing
I’m in Part 3 and I hate pretty much all of it. Like I don’t find being selfish and shortsighted romantic. Like I know it was written in a time and a place and you have to approach as such. I mean it was some of the first literature to deal with, well, hipsters but I just absolutely hate all the characters.
They’re selfish and stupid and it’s reiterated over and over again they have no connection to each other because they’re so caught up in their own lives. Sal Paradise (Kerouac/narrator) is a sociopath if you think about it. And I wish THAT was the point, but it’s not.
Like I’m all for anti-heros and all that and you can love the adventure I just think he’s a prick. I’m gonna finish it and then make my final judgment but Kerouac is so out of touch with reality it’s sickening. Coming from Bukowski who was writing around the same time about bum culture, at least Bukowski didn’t think being poor was something to put on a pedestal.
