Sarah Palin: Nuff Said

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Nobody Wants To Be A Hipster

You know how sometimes you see or read something and then invariably keep seeing or reading other things and they all sort of come together with a shared theme?

Hipsters have been on my radar over the past couple weeks. I've been completely obsessed with Hipster Runoff after seeing the links on CatDirt and Stereogum. Then yesterday, I was called "The queen of all things hipster" by Fear and Loathing in Golden Hill and I cringed. Nobody wants to be called a hipster. I own no tights or leggings. I don't wear headbands. My t-shirt and jeans "style" has been the same since 9th grade.

So it was funny in all my thinking about what it means to be a hipster that I found this article, via a Twitter link that went to a blog that linked to another blog that linked to an article in AdBusters. The full article is here and here's a link to an entire issue of Time Out New York, "Why The Hipster Must Die".

“I’ve always found that word [“hipster”] is used with such disdain, like it’s always used by chubby bloggers who aren’t getting laid anymore and are bored, and they’re just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable,” he says. “I’m dubious of these hypotheses because they always smell of an agenda.”

Maybe I am a hipster, maybe not. But if I am, then Known as Ben, you are too. Let's go blog together at the Moose Lodge while drinking Schlitz/PBR/Old Milwaukee and smoking American Spirits/Parliaments. I'll wear an oversized men's shirt with leggings and you can wear skinny jeans and an American Apparel V-Neck.

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Political Satire

I'm bunkered in my apartment, trying to keep it as dark and cool as possible, and trying wrap my head around the fact that my vacation time is almost over, then it's nose to the grindstone once again. I came across this lovely little video via a fellow twitterer and I thought I'd share it. If you're opposed to vulgarity, skip this video.

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Fashion Lookout

All week I've been on a hunt for a sensible bag to take to the amusement park tomorrow. I was joking that maybe I should've bought that bag on the infomercial that holds everything in it's own little pocket. I have also been joking that I'm gonna bring back the fanny pack. Well, imagine my surprise when I found this article in the LA Times:

LAUGH ALL you want, but it's time to welcome back the fanny pack.

OK, we're heading back. See you all in a couple days.

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Time To Walk Away, Hillary

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A Dedication to Garrett at FM 94/9

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Super Tuesday: How Can One Not Love The Bible Belt?

My blog idol, Dooce, posted this today and I thought it was worth sharing.
There really are no words, you just gotta watch.

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OMG!!! Party with Lauren & Audrina from The Hills For New Years

hahahahahahaha. Sorry. I never do a big New Years. First of all, it's the ultimate rookie night. Second, for me, a new year is for reflecting on the years before and preparing for the coming year and all of its inevitable ups and downs, not a time to be a drunken idiot. Still, every year, stupid clubs offer stupid promotions for a bunch of people to spend a shitload of money on a night that will ultimately disappoint. Though, really, there's nothing better than seeing the drunk girls cry when they don't get that midnight kiss.

This year, why not party in style?? Barf. I'm only kidding. And even as guiltily devoted as I am to watching The Hills, if you think paying $125 for general entry, or $175 for "premium" entry, or $3000 for a table is going to make your 2008 ring in cooler than everyone else's because you're at the same place as Audrina and Lauren, then by all means, have at it. And by the way, congrats, because you are an ultimate douchebag.

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American Apparel Ads: Too Risque?

It appears that a lot of people are not happy with some of the recent American Apparel ads. Nothing new, actually. People have been complaining about the ads for a long time. There have been several letters to the editor at CityBeat and other mags and rags that have featured the ads. Like this one where the writer argues, "The ads put prepubescent models in compromising poses, wearing inadequate clothing... Progressive politics is one thing; exploitation is another."

American Apparel seems to relish the attention, even referring to their own advertising as "provocative."

I'm not trying to mock the issue, because even though I don't find the ads inappropriate, I do find them sleazy. But the controversy about the ads reminded me that when I was in LA a couple months ago, I picked up The Onion and couldn't stop laughing at this article. Hope you enjoy.

14 American Apparel Models Freed In Daring Midnight Raid

LOS ANGELES—"There were girls everywhere," FBI agent Curtis Froman said. "Draped over furniture, sprawled spread-eagled in the corner, and huddled close like animals."

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Google Hit of The Day: "Skanky Whores"

I like to check in on my sitemeter every once in a while to see what people are googling to get to my site. Lately it's been a lot of "Holiday Hootenanny", "Things to Do In San Diego" and "Nightmare Before X-mas", as well as a lot of referrals since Band of Horses was recently in the news and Pitchfork still has my link associated with the band.

But today, somebody Googled "skanky whores" and hit my site, which was 6th on the list. That just made my day. Welcome to my site to whomever it was searchin for skanky whores. I mean, with the holidays coming up, who isn't looking for skanky whores?

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I Heart Jack Bauer: My Letter To Kiefer Sutherland

Being unemployed and shit, and watching tons of useless TV, like My Super Sweet 16 marathons and Cribs and ET and the Insider, my wheels have been turning on how, while 90% of Americans live paycheck to paycheck, there's maybe 10% of super rich people who have so much cash that they don't know what to do with it (percentages are from my perspective and may or may not represent actual American distribution of wealth). I've been thinking about how to make some dough, and it occurred to me that people, when they have a shitload of money, blow it on a bunch of bullshit. Like serious crap(for evidence, please watch Cribs and My Super Sweet 16). That, and then I heard that the new Guinness Book of World Records came out, and there's a record for TV stars and their 'per-episode' pay, and leading that pack is Jack Bauer himself, Mr. Kiefer Sutherland, raking in close (or over?) a HALF MILLION DOLLARS per episode. Now, it's known that Kiefer comes from a Hollywood legacy, so even if The Lost Boys was the best and only film he'd ever done, he'd have been set, pretty much, for life. But alas, now he's making money that most small countries can only see through some "let us put military bases on your small island" agreement with the US.

Kiefer has recently created a record label, signing Rocco DeLuca and the Burden, then taking them on a DIY tour through Europe documented in the film "I Trust You To Kill Me." In my jokes about finding a new job (clearly a mechanism to avoid major panic that if shit doesn't work out, I could theoretically lose the life I have and move back with the parents) I was joking with my friend about pulling an Anna and finding a benefactor. And my wheels have been cranking about business ideas, how to make money with this blog, starting a t-shirt company... whatever...to focus my time...my life... to this little hobby of a blog that has pretty much taken over my life. Then I thought, as a joke, but fuck it, maybe random wishes, that what if Kiefer became my guy. I mean, he saves the planet weekly, what if he could be my "benefactor" and get me the start to truly make this hobby my job??

With that, my letter to Kiefer Sutherland.

Dear Mr. Sutherland,

OK, I know, you probably feel like "Mr. Sutherland" is your dad, so Dear Kiefer, I was wondering if you would like to buy SD:Dialed In. I know you live in LA, and in your spare time, you like to feel on the pulse of new music, and with that, I can say many cities, many bands have people paying attention, but San Diego- sometimes we're so overlooked. Well, I'm writing to let you know that there is a lot of shit happening here and man, some of it is sooo good. I mean, maybe we only land on the radar of Hollywood-types during Comic-Con, or when one of our great bands moves to another city to make a name for itself, but shit...there's so much our little city has to offer and sometimes it's so overlooked. I know I'm not the best writer, and I know sometimes I am just there for the party and can't offer the best reviews of anything, really, but I try. I mean, I try to do the best for my city and the people working so hard to create and build and share their artistic talent.

So maybe I'm mediocre at best, but still, this blog is what I eat, breathe, and sleep. And maybe the next band on your label will come from this sleepy republican town on the verge...who knows... but I just thought I'd throw it out there, that if you were looking for somewhere to toss money around, I mean, I can't even call it an investment as I still don't see you getting a return on your investment, but if you were looking for a way to spend one tenth of the dough you make on ONE EPISODE of 24, if you'd like to buy my site, and essentially own me, it's yours for the taking, for a cool 50k. That would be enough for me to live comfortably for a year, buy some health insurance, and still live my simple little life here in San Diego, freeing me up from the need to work some day job that steals my smile and allow me the time to really focus on building up this site to where its potential really lies. I won't slack, I will be on it constantly, and making sure that I take the time to really review the bands I see and hear in a way I can't now. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see the amazing talent in this town and again, be the finger on the pulse of the next. big. thing.

I'm just saying, it could be cool, man.

xo,
rosemary

By the way, it's 5 am and I've yet to go to sleep. Did you know MTV plays music videos? Maybe not great ones, but still...actual music videos on MTV. Imagine.

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LMAOROTFL! OMG OMG

Just kidding with the title, but please check out the new Radio Sophie blog for laughs. And maybe my "voice" came across like a valley girl from a couple extracted quotes in the U-T (i.e. "If I don't go out one night in a week, I'll feel like, 'Oh my God I'm missing something,' ") but I would hope my readers would let me know if I sounded that way all the time. Please?

If you don't feel like clicking over, here's a quote I love:

"Ok, so remember Jared Leto from that show back in the day on MTV, “My So-Called Life”? Well he has a band, they’re called 30 Seconds to Mars… and they’re really good."

All the posts so far basically exude love and adoration for bands, which is fine, but coming from a radio station, there's insincerity to it, too.

I'm also really enjoying the whole debate happening in the comments section over at CatDirt's site. I'd love to create a debate like that over here but since I don't allow anonymous commenting, it might not be quite as effective. Here's his original post with the comments. I figured DJs were competitive, but I had no idea how they hate each other. I just think it's funny as someone who doesn't really care about who is DJing so long as I can hear myself think, how much they think people care. Is it just me? Do people actually care other than the DJs themselves? Just wondering.

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