hahaha just realized that this has been staring at me from my search bar all night. Thanks Internet for giving me a reason to google this phrase.

Edit: It’s not about the Armenian White Genocide but rather people who believe there is currently a white (people) genocide occurring through mixing of races.


Dubstep Mashup of the Day: Think one Skrillex song is bad? Try nineteen. At once.




edit: To (maybe) explain why I laughed, the sheer wall of sound at the jump between 2 songs to 11 songs is unexpected. Even though we’re told exactly what this video is, I’ve never heard anything like it before. We’re at a point in music production where people are “mashing-up” eleven different songs as a gag. The concept of it would have made no sense a decade ago.

Diplo, “Express Yourself feat. Nicky B”

Per my last post I was trying to remember why the world hasn’t yet been drenched in unholy flame when this song came bubbling back to the front of my mind. Diplo calls this “New Orleans Bounce music,” which means there’s a whole genre of this type of uzi drum-machine and moombahcore bass-y sludge and wiggling, winding synths and chopped-up repetitive rap… Which is like the best news I’ve heard in weeks. With this and the Philly club and that juke track by Curl Up I put up here, my dance floor is hiiiigh ~ energy!

getchu getcha getchu getchu getchu get low/

On Shock

Hi so I had a lot on my mind about violent and horrific things I read today and I wanted to write about them buuuut this piece does concern itself with, naturally, violent horrific things. In fact, it’s about the difference between pictures and videos that shock and the power of text to shock, so it’s nice and meta and potentially painful to read through. I did not originally write this for tumblr but I need to get used to publishing what I think and feel after spending so long convincing myself that doing so is some 8th grade bullshit (see? progress right there!)

So it’s up to you.

I made a mistake.

Instead of watching the Oscars or writing my essays or thinking about anything in this godawful world that I could turn into laughable jokepieces, I delved into a thread on Something Awful (not a shock site, despite the title and what I’m about to discuss) that asked participants to “tell us the most disturbing thing you’ve read.”

I’m not a shock or gore junkie— ever since the halcyon days of Ogrish and Rotten.com, I’ve deliberately avoided that sort of content. Even mainstream adaptations of the impulse, like The Human Centipede, feel like a waste of time better spent on, idk, anything from IMDB’s Top 100. Compounding that natural avoidance, I’ve been a reader since I was a kid; Youtube videos seem to drag on forever compared to a page-long article about the same topic. But here was a collection of textual evidence of humanity’s atrocities, page after page of near-competition between users to introduce examples that each outdid the last. It felt academic to read accounts of club fires or genocides while skipping over links to videos advertising willful genital mutilation and photo galleries of plane crash aftermaths.

There is a difference, now apparent to me, between reading and seeing these moments. A photo of a dead body is an item. It is a real, resolved capture. You feel visceral revulsion, but the action is ceased. A video is also an aftermath. Both are, ultimately, staged. The cameraman (and in the case of victims executed on tape, the filmed subject,) are aware of the presence of recording.

Text is an idea, it is a concept that roils around inside one’s mind and springs up at unexpected points, and the details of those thoughts cannot be “forgotten” the same way the colors or composition of a photo can. One story, as told through the transcript of the perpetrator’s FBI interview, has held me all night.

A young man, plagued by sexual torment and resulting guilt, lures a girl, an upstairs neighbor, into his apartment to play with his pet rat. He kills her and later attempts to dismember the body. It is not a photo of a decapitated 10 year-old that stays with me. (No such thing exists for this case.) It is the unending knowledge that she was watching cartoons when her attacker first struck her in the back of the head with a wooden cutting board, and the inconclusive fact that her first reaction upon receiving the blow was to scream “I’m so sorry!”

Why? Why? Why? What drove all of these components of being people into this configuration that unfolded like this? I have been introduced to a world that has no answers, that, in a moment of maximized terror and pain, damages my understanding of how this shit all holds together. I call her reaction an “inconclusive fact” because we know that it happened but we will never understand every piece of the situation burning through her own thoughts at that moment that resulted in her apology. A little girl should never have to expect cartoons are a trap. She should not think to apologize for the first strike. And a man should not spend five minutes deciding whether or not to go through with it, pacing behind her. It just all seems to oppositional to everything logical and rational in the world. So how did it happen?

I just wrote more examples out but then realized that I had nothing more to prove after this first one. This is a pernicious example, one that has joined a few others to rampage around my mind for the night. It tears and rips at other thoughts about essays and classes that I attempt to dwell on, pushing through the seams of my consciousness because I’m reconciling the space we all live in.

I’ve seen plenty of shock and gore online. I’m an Internet user, missteps happen. I could not describe a single example to you. This story, however, introduces new angles on life. It turns up the imagination to new locations not yet stepped into. It does not just shock, but manifests as a low buzz from here on out.

adj ˈfəb-zē
: chubby and somewhat squat

I’m reading Skippy Dies and have picked up some great vocab from it. “Streel” is another word that I’ve grabbed from the novel. “Tannoy” is one that, like Popsicle, is a brand name rather than the word itself but is used colloquially; Tannoy is curious because it’s very much a British term/company.


Another Movie Trailer of the Day: Welsh director Gareth Evans’ Indonesian martial arts action film The Raid is set to be released in the US on March 23rd.

For some reason, Sony has deemed it necessary to retitle the film, tacking on the eminently unnecessary subtitle “Redemption.” But all is forgiven because this movie looks amazing.

The video-game-style action flick follows an elite unit tasked with taking down a notorious drug lord holed up in an apartment complex infested with infamous gangsters. Once the crew reaches the sixth floor, all exits are sealed, and there is no where to go but up.


Not a single mention in the write-up that this is scored by Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park? For shame, TDW.

PS I’ll be hosting a viewing party for this movie every day of my life after it’s released so just come on by.

Sleigh Bells, “Crown on the Ground” live at Terminal 5 — 2/17/12

Yesterday I read Matthew Perpetua’s outline of what is colloquially known as “the drop” in dubstep. He frames it within a Skrillex concert, and writes that it’s “as if [Skrillex is] reaching out and physically touching and pushing the crowd, enforcing the communal experience with a rattling sound that everyone feels at once,” a sound so universally loved that drops may become a “ubiquitous feature of pop music in the next few years.”

All attendees in this video are familiar with “Crown on the Ground,” but one of Sleigh Bells’ live show peculiarities is finishing it with a fake-out. Alexis coos the last “set set that crown” and the guitar finally dies out just like the recorded version, but then (at 3:43 in the video) they launch into one last reprise of the chorus’ detonation before actually ending both the song and the show. The audience knew it was the closer, so we spurred our ragged bodies to the limit. At this point in the concert, I was out of breath from how tight my stomach muscles constricted to push out all of my sing-along yells. I felt so close to the finish line, only to have the rug less-than-yanked-more-like-spontaneously-combusted out from under me.

Everyone there picked up on the sleight of hand at the same time and rallied for just a couple more measures. So much of the dubstep drop is based on expectation and build-up. Sleigh Bells introduced a jolt to the system, caffeine implants behind the eyes, lightning from within a vacuum.



The term “addiction” is only used in reference to socially unacceptable behaviors.

Some guy spends all day watching porn and it’s a porn addiction.
I spend all day watching Netflix and that’s just life.

Yea. True this.

I disagree. An addiction damages other spheres of your life. You aren’t addicted to Netflix until you feel as though you need Netflix over basic well-being.