We Have A "Britney Pool" Too!

Yes, there’s another video.

New Mark Ronson Video, "Valerie", Featuring Amy Winehouse (well, sorta)

Via Sterogum, who adds:

The tagline for this one could read: “When rehab and video recording schedules conflict!” No confirmation that Amy’s ongoing issues are to blame, but it’s fair to assume the tabloid ‘n’ narcotic nonsense surrounding Wino’s life these days made nabbing her for the shoot an issue. Good on Mark for playing off her absence.

We Feel Bad For Britney Too, But Please Take Your Ritalin

This video confuses us. Is this fan a man or a woman? Is it for real? Why is he/she beneath a sheet? Why does he/she feel so emotionally invested in Britney? And of course, why are we so entertained? Leave Britney Spears alone!

Children Build Teacher's Coffin

This story is, of course, very tragic but its also pretty creepy in a “Children of the Corn” kind of way.

Neil Young : Time Fades Away (Vinyl Transfer)


The 1973 Live album, Time Fades Away, marks the first LP in Neil Young’s early 1970s Ditch Trilogy (see also: On The Beach, Tonight’s The Night). Somehow, 30+ years later, with the vinyl long out of print, it has yet to see the light of day in terms of a proper CD release. This is most definitely due to numerous accounts of Neil Young disparaging the album as his ‚”worst,” which is unfortunate, because if you like your Shakey with a little dirt on ’em, Time Fades Away is as good as it gets.

Aquarium Drunkard has the MP3’s here. He also has some Band of Horses rarities and some random nuggets from Bonnie Prince Billy. [Thanks Kevin]

Offsprung's Guide To Hipster Parents: The Cribster

Thanks to Neal Pollack for including my piece on his hilarious blog, Offsprung.

The War Of The Rosens by Janice Eidus

A Non-review by J. Stefan-Cole
Leo Rosen drags his daughters, ten year old Emma and thirteen year old May, to the beach on Rosh-Hashanah just to parade in bathing suits his contempt for the other Jews in the projects, perched on benches following synagogue on a crisp October day. ‚”…All Leo sees is a huddled group of nameless, faceless men and women…frightened of pain, death, and sorrow—as are we all—foolishly and desperately turn to the supernatural, wrong-headedly calling their fears, ‚”faith,” despite all the empirical evidence to the contrary, too week to acknowledge their own frailties.” This is 1965 and some of those nameless, faceless people have numbers tattooed to their wrists, Holocaust survivors with terror-struck pasts that Leo barely registers.
He’s a commie, a lower middle class atheist who still believes Communism, given half a chance, could solve humanity’s woes, certain in particular that religion is the root of most evil. Steinbeck is his hero, but Leo’s dreams of writing the greatest American novel since The Grapes of Wrath have crumpled into a candy store in The Bronx. From Leo’s Candies he dispenses ‚”Truth with a Capitol T” to anyone willing to listen,
Charismatic on a small stage, he’ll slap around even a child who doubts him, as Emma does when she dares to venture into a nearby church. ‚”‘Individuals shape their own lives,’ he’s fond of saying to his wife and two daughters, in the stirring, theatrical tones he’d perfected as captain of his Brooklyn high school’s debating team.” Yet Leo is haunted by nightmares of his own father’s beatings, and his mother’s coldness. His wife, frumpy pessimist Annette, is a socialist, a weak-kneed position according to her husband. Leo’s certainty, while stamping out subtly, and free choice, is hard ballast against the storms of life. That is, until May becomes sick with a tumor, a situation to test faith in anything. Where is certainty in the face of such personal suffering? This question is the crux of Janice Eidus’s heartfelt, searching fourth novel ‚”The War of the Rosens” (Behler Publications).
At times the cruelty is visceral: Leo’s violent temper, May’s jealous hatred of Emma, Emma wishing her older sister dead. Annette, afraid and harried, defrosts the fridge rather than deal with daughters she loves but is not certain she likes. If you’ve ever had a stinging sibling rivalry this book will throw you back into the fray. With me it was shoelaces demarking the territory. I don’t remember who started it, but I was younger and I laid down the map, once the terms were dictated. It wasn’t fair either because, like Emma, the closets were on my side of the room. A chalk line, scratched onto the floor by May in a fit of rage, yields the first of two defining crescendos that shape the story.

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The September 2007 Movie Preview

by Dave Thomas
Wes Anderson’s The Darjeeling Limited
This month launches us into what’s shaping up to be an especially strong indie autumn, and brings us the first few of many big and low-budget excursions into the Middle East.
September 7
3:10 TO YUMA
Remake of the film where a guy needs to get a bad guy onto a train at some unspecified time.
Not really. Russel Crowe turns in another outstanding performance. Not the most worthy follow-up to Walk the Line for director James Mangold, however. More here.
Probably has the biggest stars of the weekend. $59mil.
In a weaker year, Crowe might get a nod.
Clive Owen protects a baby…again.
Early buzz is unanimously good, which is impressive since the writer/director scripted Double Dragon. David Poland seemed to like it, and when he latches on to a lesser-known action flick (like Banlieu 13), it’s worth paying attention.

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