Constance just played Madonna's song "Hung Up" for me. Outright Gwen Stefani "What You Waiting For" intro rip-off, for starters. And then it goes into some 80s song that I haven't yet put my finger on. First thought was "Rasputin," but that's not it. Leave me a comment if you know.
Madonna should really just start bootlegging herself. I'm sure the world would masturbate all over it. Madonna the Material Girl vs Madonna the Cher.
UPDATE: !--> ABBA. "Gimme!" Good thing for that geeky spot in my early teens. (*Kyra, your entire teen era was geeky. I'm not sure that it ever actually ended.* Ah...right.)
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Madonna - Hung up on Stefani
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
iPod: Bought and Sold
Purchased. Waiting to receive shipment tracking info. Black, 30GB, factory sealed. Feeling consumption's queze.
Also thinking: Perhaps postpone opening package, just in case iPod -- Video, Black -- goes Tickle-Me-Elmo this Christmas.
Monday, October 31, 2005
iPod G5
It's all just plastic and marketing. Of course. And I've finally caved. 'My eBay' is stacked with iPod auctions, mostly black, all 30 gig, currency in dollars and pounds.
MasterCard, brace.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
A year or so ago I posted (on Blogger) about the recurrance of ant analogies in my readings. My attention to the fact began with Emergence (Steven Johnson), and my interest was probably saturated around the time that major news media started referring to the ant thing during evening broadcasts.
In the past few weeks I've noticed the emergence of another, related, ideaswarm. The titles of the three books I'm currently reading nicely describe the basis of the new stream: Pattern Recognition, The Tipping Point, and Sync. (The preceding titles authored by Gibson, Gladwell, and Strogatz, respectively.)
Side Note: Is it any wonder that just as I begin to lose control of my assigned readings for school I increase the ways in which I distract myself? 'Have a lot of homework? Of course you should go and hit up Amazon Marketplace!' If you see me around, slap me. I promise not to like it too much.