Virtual Flaneurism

“If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: ‘President Can’t Swim.’”

— Lyndon Johnson (1908-1973), 36th President of the United States (1963-1969), on the cynicism of the media

Very, very cute, though the dad's unusual syncopation really irks me for some reason. Learn the rhythm, jacko.

I've known some teachers who fail both of these requirements.

This duck, this duck is a bad ass duck.

This is why I choose to have almost exclusively gay or female friends.

This is wonderful, yet older than your mom.

This is just a morning made of spectacular videos.

Skip ahead to 1:32. Trust me.

Omg lizard.

Lol, and NSFW

President Obama signed the DADT repeal into law this morning. Homosexuals, rejoice!

This entire song is a total rip off of some 80s pop synth song, but I can't put my finger on what exactly it reminds me of.

If you enjoy musicals, I cannot more strongly suggest picking up a copy of Steve Sondheim's Finishing the Hat (or, as I did, borrowing it from a library, since the book goes for $40 -- though $22 on Amazon). It is an annotated compendium of lyrics from his first ten or so musicals (a second volume is to follow). Reading Sondheim's reflections on his work, the process of dreaming up, drafting and tweaking a musical, and his fellow lyricists and composers is unendingly entertaining. I cannot wait to read the second volume, as I assue Sondheim will reminisce there about my favorite musical, Into the Woods.

A taste of the author's work (and the wonderful Elaine Stritch) from his musical Company:

Click to embiggen, as this shit looks pixelated.

This summarizes how I've been living my life up 'til now pretty damn well.

If only Ma-Ti had used the power of heart to get your mooch friend Terry to chip in.