Also, it took me like 3 hours to get it to work (I configured it wrong, duhh) so I feel triumphant now that I’m listening to Arcade Fire with my speakers on the floor, nowhere near my laptop!
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"The “one moment” argument: “fuck…that nigga…” — is it a fantasy or did she actually say it? He says, “Shawty you should go” and…did he hear that right? “Fuuuuck…that nigga…” His own voice approximates it, poorly, he can barely hit that high note. So many hooks, seemingly a hook for each melody line (admire the economy of the verse melody, a single note to set the scene, and then a perpetual cascade of hooks, none quite equaling a chorus) and what’s arguably the most crucial one he can’t quite get out without his voice cracking. And we know he really can do a pretty good falsetto — cf. “Falsetto” — so maybe he’s projecting. Maybe she said “feelin’ this song.” Maybe she didn’t say anything. But that phrase — “fuck…that nigga…” — if he heard her right, there’s his invitation. Maybe. I mean, maybe she’s just pissed at him tonight. Maybe he forgot it was her birthday. But this is her birthday present isn’t it? Are they breaking up? “I pray that y’all ain’t serious, ‘cuz seriously she’s on my dick.” Well, yeah, you’re dancing with her, Dream."
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The Cure for Bedbugs: Oh, Songs: The-Dream - “I Luv Your Girl”
This is the kind of essay I want to read all day, every day.
The “fuck..that nigga…” is my favorite part of the song. She’s pissed at the boyfriend, grinding on Dream, and Dream feels bad, tries to get her to go, but in the end, he “luvs your girl.”
Thanks to Frank Kogan for reblogging my Dream video and linking me to this brilliance.
"Keep knocking on whatever it is until you figure out how to oil the engine of a song perfectly. I study the songs that were great songs before. O.K., all these songs have a great subject matter. All these songs, even without melody, is a great conversation. All these songs have something that my songs need to have every time. There are songs I just write about sex, and it’s just about sex, so it doesn’t matter."
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Playlist - The-Dream - The-Dream’s Well of Heart and Soul (and Divas) - Question - NYTimes.com
He ordered Patron for himself and the writer of this piece! That’s how you do it, fuck truffle fries.
Berkeley Diet!
Why did no one tell me about Grub Street’s NY Diet section before? It’s so great and not as depressing as the Sex Diaries. I love seeing what celebrities eat! I couldn’t sleep last night and read through all of them. So… here is mine, from the last few days. Everyone should do one! I command you to.
Wednesday, June 16
Leaving the East Coast for two months to spend the summer in the Bay Area. I make coffee at home to drink on the 45 minute drive to JFK. My aunt, who lives around the corner from me, ends up driving.
Terminal 4, where Virgin America’s flights leave out of, is kinda crappy post security so I don’t buy my flight food there. Instead, I immediately order a chicken salad sandwich and some chips on the plane. I always fly Virgin America and I had this sandwich on the way there. it’s okay, decent plane food. When I realize I’m not going to fall asleep, I order decaf coffee.
After the hour-long commute to Berkeley, I stop in a corner store on my way to my apartment and get some chips and a Smart Water. Make plans to see a friend I hadn’t seen in six months and I was so nervous to see him I skip dinner. Knowing I can’t get too drunk, I stop into a Starbucks and get a muffin to eat with my Irish Coffee while I wait for him at the bar. At the end of the night, I’d had two Irish Coffees and three Cosmos (2003 holla! I’m a Samantha!).
Before I get on the all nighter bus back to the east bay, I go into a 7-11 and get a hot dog and a taquito, plus every drunk’s best friend: Vitamin Water. They give me the wrong taquito and I leave it on top of a garbage can. Hopefuly someone got to eat it. I hate jalapeno cream cheese.
Thursday, June 17th
Hungover, but not as bad as I thought. Pick up an iced coffee from Peet’s before heading to campus to pick up my coveted bus pass.
Stop in Andronico’s before heading home and get stabby. It is the most expensive grocery store on earth. I start to get light headed and dizzy so I buy a frozen Amy’s mushroom and olive pizza because I can’t think straight. I eat half of it before getting a full fleged panic attack, complete with hives. I google “alcohol and panic attacks.” Apparently this is a thing.
At 10, I’m hungry but I don’t want anything heavy and naturally, have no food in the house. I google until I find Nude Sushi, a place that delivers until 2 a.m. An hour later, I have miso soup, seaweed salad, and two gigantic American rolls (one with asparagus, and tofu, the other with tuna and salmon) that sushi snobs detest. It is just what I wanted and I save half the seaweed salad for the next day.
Friday, June 18th
Get a small half decaf from Peet’s before walking over to Trader Joe’s on University. Stock up on on all my TJ’s faves: tortellini, vegetarian chili, greek yogurt, ginger almond granola, the potato medley, and the goat cheese pizza. Get a wrap sandwich and a green juice to eat for lunch. I don’t like to buy too much junk food for my house. If I really want chips or cookies, I have to make the effort to go get them. Yes, I do have SOME rules about eating, but those are easy to follow.
I’m in a bad mood, so I make myself a nice dinner: pork chops, spinach and mushrooms sauteed in olive oil and mashed potatoes from scratch. A few hours later, I’m starving so I have a turkey and cheddar sandwich on multi-grain bread with two slices of beefsteak tomato. My neighbors are having a loud party, so I stay up pretty late and end up having some granola and yogurt before going to bed. My missing appetite: found!
Saturday, June 19th
Another day, another iced coffee from Peet’s. I should buy a French Press soon.
I make the goat cheese pizza for lunch while watching some shorts from the Believer’s latest movie issue.
For dinner, I might make myself some spinach linguine. I’d love a glass of wine but after my last panic attack I am scared of drinking. Tomorrow I have brunch plans in Oakland and I’ll probably end up drinking then.
IMPORTANT UPDATE: I had breakfast tacos for dinner with these amazing corn tortillas from the Tortilla Factory. And now, after all that about not having a sweet tooth, I’m gonna run to the corner store and get some ice cream. It’s my hot body and I do what I want!
god i love this person.
anyone having a problem with spam followers?
I’ve gotten a whole rash of them lately.
"But it’s also the new normal, and Drake wonders if real intimacy is now out of reach, maybe irretrievably so. “Did I sacrifice something?” he asked, looking for the black cloud above the silver lining. “Have I not realized what it is yet because I’m enjoying this too much?"
"It’s time to stop letting our online selves get away with things our “real selves” would never do. It’s time to stop posting photos we wouldn’t want everyone to see and typing things we wouldn’t want everyone to know we’ve said. If you want to keep a nasty thought or embarrassing anecdote private, there’s an easy, 100% guaranteed safe way to do that, and it’s not a new app or functionality — it’s Internet abstinence. If you’re not comfortable letting the world see what you’re really like, you shouldn’t be online at all."
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Except that there are very real reasons why many people can not have the same “online life” and “real life.” Emily’s been very lucky in that she’s been able to monetize and make a career out of her transparency. Not everyone is so lucky, or has the opportunity, or wants to, or should have to.
