In college, most hipsters study photography, graphic design, English literature, creative writing, or some kind of history so that when they graduate, they'll be unemployed and spend their days listening to music and attending Cut Copy concerts.
I wrote this because it’s too fucking true. I graduated in 2007, and in 2009, I still have no real job. Sure, I’ve done some freelance work and interned at The Onion, but Plan A was to get a full-time, professional job in graphic design or web dev. Now, Plan B is in effect: apply to graduate school — which now it’s all just a waiting game if I get accepted to any of the 5 schools I’ve applied to: UCLA, Otis in LA, UIC here in Chicago, RIT in New York, and Parsons in NYC.
Of course, I’ve read a bunch of job postings online and some of my friends have sent me some possible job opportunities, so I’m gonna restart Plan A again. Plan C is probably getting my teaching certification, and Plan D is lying Down and Dying till the economy fixes itself.
Broken Social Scene - Anthems for a 17-Year-Old Girl. (anthemly brought to you by: continuants)
I don’t care how many times I post or reblog this, but each time this song appears on my dashboard, you can be sure as Mighty Thor and his Wonderful Hammer that I’ll reblog it. “Anthems” is, hands bloody down, my favorite BSS song.
Good timing, too; it’s late, and this is the perfect song to fall asleep to.
Although I haven’t been to church in a while, I feel I should give up something for Lent — moreso as a way to improve myself. I’m willing to give up meat on Fridays and, in lieu of the recent toothache I’ve been experiencing, sweets like cookies, chocolate, or coke (the three essential C’s to weight gain). I was also of thinking of giving up smoking, too.
I’ve been making websites and writing online for 11 years now. I remember logging onto AOL and trying to build a webpage through some Netscape webpage editor. In fact, here’s a brief rundown of my website/blogging history:
1998: G.I.M. (or “Guatemalan Insane Mediocrity,” loosely based off a Simpson’s episode) hosted on Geocities, then FortuneCity. Each entry was hand-coded.
2000: G.I.M. transformed into Bluegoomba.com and hosted on some cheap, forgettable server. It was updated via Blogger.
2003: Made a LiveJournal to post private, personal entries. Nowadays, I just use it to check my friends’ LJ entries.
2004: Bluegoomba.com began being updated via Wordpress.
Late 2005: Sausage-Fest.com, my comic from The Daily Illini, is created and updated via Wordpress.
2006: Both Bluegoomba.com and Sausage-Fest.com began to be hosted through my friend and old roommate, Ken of OmniscientX.com, who has his own server. I also purchased DeltaIotaKappa.us and IPAWD.org as supplementary websites for my comic (to this day, I have yet to create those sites).
2007: PhilRetuta.com, my portfolio site, was created. However, my friend had purchased it as a joke a few years ago, and the domain expired and was subsequently squatted by some Australian douchebottles. I then purchased PhillipRetuta.com.
2009: I’m gonna redesign and rename Sausage-Fest.com, move Bluegoomba.com to Tumblr (most likely under this account), redesign Jeffro’s Tumblr to fit my tastes, and redesign PhillipRetuta.com. Of course, I can’t make any commitments or promises yet, because I’m in the midst of applying to grad school and finding a job.
I’m not a fan of new Weezer, especially after reading a post-Green Album article that essentially said Rivers Cuomo became really depressed after the criticism of Pinkerton and then decided to write and research a “formula” for a “good” and popular rock song.
In my opinion, good music isn’t formulated or planned out, it just occurs from the heart and soul. But what do I know? I’m a listener, not a maker.
Regardless of their newfound popularity, old school Weezer is still fantastic.
post images/sayings/songs of or relating to the beatles.
post hipster earection music.
quote conor oberst.
post pictures of audreyhepburn/twiggy/other classic fashion icons.
post things hipsters love, and talk about how you are doing hipster thing [i.e. “i’m sitting here, listening to my morning jacket on my macbook, smoking a cigarette wearing wayfarer shades, sipping on chai tea outside of this nameless coffee shop in my skinny plaid pants..] but deny the fact that you are a hipster.
post images with text sayings to the effect of “i miss you,” “i still love you,” and/or “you broke my heart.”
When I first saw him on “Top Chef”, I instinctively knew he’d make it big and, most likely, be the winner. I always have a natch for picking the winner. I was right when I first saw Stephanie, Harold, Ilan, and Hung on previous seasons, Leanne and Jeff on “Project Runway,” David Cook on “American Idol,” and Holly on “Make Me A Supermodel.”
Just by looking at them on the first episode, I can tell they’ll be big or make it to the end.
Of course, I was kind of rooting for Carla in tonight’s episode; she, as a chef and a personality, grew on me the more I saw her. Plus, out of the three finalists, she seemed the most sincere, and quite frankly I’ve always wanted the underdog/most likeable person to win.
So when reality tv shows come around, I think I’m gonna start gambling and projecting the winner from the very first episode.
“I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ‘round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin’ in the snow, and I turned ‘round and there you go. And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime…”
There really is no need to explain why this reminds me of winter. I’ll just say that the lyrics are really beautiful for some guy named Mike tripping and breaking his nose in the snow. Plus, this is a pretty keen remix, so not only can you enjoy everyone’s (and I mean everyone’s) favorite song of 2008, but you can dance to it as well!
This remix kicks much ass. And I love the original so much, I can fucking cry.
Redefining “irony” and what ever situation is considered “ironic”, Alanis Morissette’s smash single holds a special place in my heart. In fact, I’ll even admit that Jagged Little Pill was the first album I ever bought. Yeah, don’t judge.
Anyhoo, “Ironic” is the perfect song for hipsters and scenesters, and really, do I need to explain why?
I heard this song at Goodwill yesterday, and I had to post it. I don’t care what you think; I have a lot of respect for Alanis. Of course, anything after Jagged Little Pill is fair game for criticism.
But my friend (and future roommate), who “quit” Facebook the same time I did, said he reactivated his account today. For shame. But at least he had a semi-decent reason: since we’re moving to Chicago (him, up from Springfield) in May, he wanted to see who else he knew lived up here. And that’s kind of the problem, isn’t it? We know nothing about our friends without Facebook. Now, there’s a scary thought.
I was wondering why I couldn’t find Yoshi Martinez on my friends’ list…