FTW

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The death of Michael Jackson continues to be sad. His death is like the physical representation of the end of an era. The ways we consume today are fractured. In terms of music, we no longer rely on the tangible object, like the CD, or the visual, like the music video, to consume our music and better understand it. Michael, who was able to transcend racial, cultural, political, and ethnic boundaries to deliver genius pop songs to fans internationally, perfected both the tangible in terms of record sales and the visual with the mindblowing “Thriller” or the sleek cool of “Billie Jean.” His death is like the realization that we now live without the need of either.

“The Way You Make Me Feel” by Michael Jackson

I heard this three times yesterday :)

June 30

Remix of D.A.N.C.E. by Justice\MSTRKRF, performed by Michael Jackson.

D.A.N.C.E. is about MJ, so I thought this was a fitting tribute.

Billy Mays FTW!

One of my favorite MJ montage’s on Youtube, what a sad day.

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merlin:

“TwitterBird” by Jesse Thomas

Love those crazy eyes.

June 24

kaytee:

GPOYW

Rosy cheeks, messy ponytails and tank tops are my summer uniform.*

So is trying to look quirky by pouting your lips and looking towards the side apparently.

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It's agreed: Transformers 2 sucks.

1. Manohla Dargis, The New York Times - Mr. Bay’s subject — overwhelming violent conquest — is as blatant and consistent as his cluttered mise-en-scène. His images, particularly during the frequent action sequences, can be difficult to visually track, but they are also consistently disjointed. (And proudly self-referential: the only director he overtly cites is himself, with a shot of the poster for his movie “Bad Boys II.”) The French filmmaker Jacques Rivette once described an auteur as someone who speaks in the first person. Mr. Bay prefers to shout.

2. Choire Sicha, The Awl - While we may have thought the male gaze was wilting or troublesome, Megan Fox proves that (for her and a select few others, at least) the male gaze is just some flimsy and pitiful little ray to rub her flesh up against so as to keep warm her nearly-exposed rump. She is hard to believe, with the soft kitty-cat stripper ways of a Gina Gershon melded with the hard machineness of a Linda Fiorentino.

3. Roger Ebert - If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.

(more at Buzzfeed & Rottentomatoes)

June 23