Finally, something cool to do with that old desktop you’ve refused to throw away because it was once expensive. You may not be able to connect to YouTube on your old clunker of a computer, this video will give you a reason to reboot the thirty-pound machine currently functioning as a sweater shelf in your closet. Or, perhaps take the vintage desktop to your quirky computer engineering friend and beg her to try and make music half as cool as this.
Listening to 80’s music on vinyl far outshines its technologically adept siblings (you’re not commuting with earbuds and a record player, unfortunately), but this reuse of an old computer playing “Tainted Love” by Soft Cell entirely on floppy disk drives may make you reconsider how we should listen to music in 2014.
The music video is oddly hypnotizing, with various disk drives and cables bobbing up and down, dancing to the tempo of the 1981 hit. And no speakers are necessary to create this amazing music– the computer is projecting the music all on its own! Electronic dance music has found a new life: this arrangement is arguably better than the original.
But even super-nerd genius programmed machines can’t sing the lyrics with their tunes, so feel free to belt out your best “Tainted Love” karaoke along with the floppy disk drives.
Flappy bird may be dead, but floppy disk drives are proving their endless ability for awesomeness.
Check out the revitalized song here. We dare you not to stream this video on loop all day. New ringtone anyone?
I’m packing. It feels like I’ve been packing for weeks now, but really I’ve only been thinking about packing for weeks, and actually packing for a matter of hours spread over those weeks. During seeingly interminable tasks like this I remember David Sedaris’s essay on being a mover in New York. He said he got through it by considering himself to be a little worker ant. There was no use trying to decipher how long the move might take, how many boxes there were, how tired he was. He was just an ant whose whole purpose was to move boxes from one place to another without regard to a final outcome.
Of course, I could have quoted this straight from the book, had I not already packed it. (Other things I already packed and then needed: tampons, sewing equipment, warm clothing.) Perhaps you could go here and listen to Sedaris read it himself (click on “Life in New York City”).
Music is supposed to be motivating. But let’s be honest. Unless you already have a perfectly crafted playlist that is substantial enough to last through your whole activity, you are shit outta luck. Here’s some points:
DON’T pretend like you will just sit down and make up a playlist really quickly. It won’t work.
DON’T just put your itunes on shuffle. OBVIOUSLY THAT WILL NOT WORK.
MAYBE go to songza or youtube or spotify or any place that has pre-mixed mixes UNLESS you are picky because then you’ll just be skip skip skipping instead of working like your supposed to.
My tactic is to listen to an album I enjoy from front-to-back. No skipping songs (or repeating, if you’re like that). This hearkens back to my youth, a time of actual albums. After every purchase of a cd, I would open it up the “cool way,” I had learned from a music store employee. Here’s a youtube video that shows this method:
Given that many of my favorite shows are on hiatus (Mindy Project, where are you?!) or are terrible at the moment (HIMYM), I’ve spent the better part of a month testing out shows to fill my T.V. void. Breaking Bad and Boardwalk Empire were two of the many I tried but had trouble connecting with. My mind was craving something that was a mix of intellectually stimulating, distracting fluff and smart wit, all while being somewhat visually interesting. What can I say, I have high standards. Thank you West Wing, for simultaneously making and ruining television for me.
Last week, Sex and the City producer Michael Patrick King hinted that there still might be one more story left for our four favorite ladies. While the first and second films may not have been as spectacular as the HBO series, our hopes are high for the third possible edition of the trifecta.
While I’m still waiting to be invited into the writers’ room, here are some things I believe should happen in the third and final movie edition (though I’m not opposed to a SATC 4 circa 2030. Nursing home scandals? Oh Yes.)
1. Miranda should move to Astoria. She was the first of the ladies to move to the big, scary land of Brooklyn. Why not raise real estate prices in Queens too? Also, the other ladies will move (or have already moved) to Brooklyn, obviously.
2. Carrie should try and sell her clothes at Beacon’s Closet. Yeah, she’s one of those middle-aged women trying to unload a rolling suitcase full of designer duds for some extra cash. Obviously, they won’t take any of her YSL or Chanel because it’s “out of season” or “used” or “not for us” and Carrie will realize the immense amount of in non-exchangeable capital she’s invested in her closet.
3. Samantha will find various hook-ups via Tinder.
4. Charlotte will be NYC’s top mommy blogger. Harry will get a job abroad but they’ll find a way to make their relationship and family work for a year overseas, because they are both independent and modern.
5. There will be a scene with the ladies on the subway. Because real people do this.
I may not have any stake in the actual Sex and the City 3 script, but let’s hope the movie is better than the last two (read: no camel rides).
As you have probably heard, Alec Baldwin released today an essay in New York Magazine titled “Good-bye, Public Life.” Abandoning public life through a very public forum is a recent trend in Hollywood that is lead, of course, by Baldwin’s former colleague Shia LaBeouf, who earns a few mentions in the essay. The focus of Baldwin’s piece, however, is his disillusionment with the media following his highly publicized use of homophobic slurs. Writes Baldwin:
Now I loathe and despise the media in a way I did not think possible. I used to engage with the media knowing that some of it would be adversarial, but now it’s superfluous at best and toxic at its worst.
Baldwin’s problems with the media are multifold. He rattles against TMZ and the changes in celebrity culture. He drags MSNBC through the mud over discussion of his failed talk show.