Crystal Light’s 1988 National Aerobic Championship, Hosted By Alan Thicke
Simply mesmerizing.
(via glitterpie.)
Come to think of it, the 80s were probably one giant piece of choreography.
Crystal Light’s 1988 National Aerobic Championship, Hosted By Alan Thicke
Simply mesmerizing.
(via glitterpie.)
Come to think of it, the 80s were probably one giant piece of choreography.
Life is either supremely good, supremely bad, or supremely boring when the thing one most desires is a pair of gray chinos.
Matt Mulholland tearing shit up on the recorder. Brings tears to my eyes.
¡BRAVO MAESTRO! This is the music of God’s.
Recorder music has been blowing up on Tumblr lately.
Paper by Stephen Ramsay, found via the Stanley Fish article, making the case for serendipitous/chance-driven trails as an alternative to sense-making strategies such as canon-formation or algorithmic big data analysis.
I am colossally sympathetic to this and wish I’d read it sooner (it’s from 2010) - chimes w/stuff I’ve been writing about for ages (like this - from 10 years ago but describes ludic criticism nicely IMO)
Oh, thank God for this! If it weren’t for browsing I wouldn’t know about half of the things I like today — and my academic writing would totally suck. Not that it’s super-awesome to begin with, but still.
(Source: casualmalexlfan)
Why Doesn’t Johnny Care?: A Film by Bell Labs.
However shameless this unabashedly German performance of Bach may be — with its string section swimming in vibrato, full-throated soloist, and near obliviousness to “Baroque” phrasing and dynamics — I still enjoy it.
(J.S. Bach, “Mache dich, mein herze rein” from St. Matthew Passion)
♪ this guy might suuuuck ♫
a statement everyone should read
