jueves, 29 de mayo de 2008
2. Es muy posible que en un futuro no exista este blog porque, como soy tan increíblemente psicorrígida, como una editora, no aguanto no poder controlar la diagramación de las entradas. Es culpa mía, yo sé, seguro hay una manera, pero no puedo.
3. Ahora tengo Flickr. Es bonito organizar las fotos y tengo fotos bonitas para organizar. Pero me di cuenta de que la gente tiene unos nicknames muy chistosos y yo tengo uno súper aburrido... es como lo de la diagramación, ¿será la edad?
4. El lunes cumplo años y voy a hacer una fiesta. Vamos a ver.
5. Voy a poner "Publicar entrada", vamos a ver con qué sale esta vaina.
viernes, 23 de mayo de 2008
Column: Poptimist #15
David Bowie's Scary Monsters is the first album I can remember calling my favorite. I came late to albums-- at 11 or 12 it seemed weird to me to buy a record where you didn't know you'd like everything on it-- and I only really started to think about them because I realized that's how the other kids at school were relating to music, and I wanted to fit in. So having a favorite album was always a social thing to me, never purely a representation of enjoyment.
I might be unusual in that but deep down I don't think so: "What's your favorite record?" is a question you get asked, a statement you make, more than a private consideration. Like a lot of kids I would spend time in my room making lists of favorite this and that but it was always with one mind's eye on the social world: getting my ideas straight before they were tested. Once an older, unbridgeably cool boy discovered one of my lists-- I was mortified at first, then proud: He hadn't heard of the House of Love. My private list had opened a social door I had no idea could be opened.