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July 2009

Listen: The Bachelor by Patrick Wolf

As promised, here’s my review of Patrick Wolf’s newest release. I noticed that there was such a thing while Kate was leafing through Vogue UK or somesuch and saw his picture. In a flurry of excitement, I listened as Kate read Mr. Wolf’s description of his latest album as music for both soccer moms and Goth kids. Perfect – time to run to the computer at 1:30 am.

And I did. Which I’m glad for, because it’s wonderful.

It’s certainly no The Magic Position. A few tracks get close – “Hard Times,” “Vulture” and “Messenger” in particular – but overall, it’s a real departure into something more sonically lush. And it broods as much as Pat’s asymmetrical hair would lead you to believe it might. Think Lycanthropy or Wind in the Wires with the polish they deserved (not that they were bad albums.) At times, I had to be sure my iPhone hadn’t gone on to shuffle: “Oblivion” could be AFI, “The Bachelor” could be a clever classic rock remix, “Battle” wouldn’t be out of place at a skate park. Great to see some exploration of new directions, though it does make this album feel a bit like a playlist. “Count of Casualty,” my personal favorite, would sell you even if everything else was terrible.

Did I mention SWINTON is on the album, too? See? Amazing.

What an excellent publicity stunt

James May – Captain Slow for the Top Gear fans – will be building a Lego house out of 3 million bricks at a winery in Dorking. As Jalopnik made sure to emphasize, a town called Dorking. It’s too perfect and I wish I could be there to see it. And take part in the building, since there will be a public building session as well.

I love James May. I love how he gets lost just about anywhere he drives. How he lives alone with his cat, as you’d expect. How he hosts a show about toys when not driving race cars (or racing cars turned into boats across the English Channel.) I loved how he drank half a bottle of wine while cooking in a challenge with Gordon Ramsey. And how he derives joy out of doing mental calculations of his fuel efficiency. Kate can attest to the last one, believe me. So this really takes the admiration to a profound new plane.

Car news of the day

Been busy as a busy person at work getting ready for Zimbra training (12 sessions in three days this week, thank you very much) so I haven’t had much time to scour for interesting things to post – or inclination to do so after work. However, here are a few car related links to tide you over.

  1. World Car Fans has done a delightful video edit of Jaguar’s press footage for the all-new XJ. I melt every time I see those magical LCD dials pop to life or animate the changing of gears. Old school elegance meets Starship Enterprise. Bella and I need to cruise in such a fast cat, no?
  2. Jalopnik lists five (snarktastic) reasons why roundabouts will never work in America. Having driven in them all throughout Maryland, I think I may agree. I also think that Jalopnik really could benefit from a copy editor. Dang. (In response to this piece from Slate.)
  3. The best auto show on the planet, Top Gear, will be making its return this season in glorious HD. Thank you, BBC America, for FINALLY bringing me your Britshows in the resolution they deserve. You Are What You Eat not withstanding.

Hot Slut of Yesterday

While taking a load of sandy whatsits to my car yesterday afternoon, Kate and I happened to be party to the most awesome display of dickitude ever. A seagull on a mission from god divebombed the crap out of a meth-faced beach beauty, sending her fries tumbling to the wooden walkway. As the ketchup exploded from its little plastic reservoir, the victim’s only utterance was “You little son of a bitch.” As if, perhaps, she had been bullied by this seagull in the past. Considering his balls to the walls performance, it seems likely.

Artist’s rendering follows:

Frysplosion!

Evil seagull, you are our “hot slut of the day” for yesterday, no matter what Michael K. says.

Watch your (my) car be assembled.

This was a rather fascinating factory tour – from start to finish on the A3 assembly line. Okay, it’s not quite my current model year, but still entertaining.

(Oh yeah, it’s in German. Sorry.)

Best. Site. Ever.

Facebook ads finally produced something that I was interested in! Jack Links (Messin’ with Sasquatch) Beef Jerky has created a microsite that they call “Living Sasquatch.” Using augmented reality, you can create your own miniature Sasquatch that appears in the room with you on screen. It’s actually a pretty compelling use of such technology in an ad campaign – if I ate beef jerky, I’d completely put Jack Links at the top of my list due to their creativity on this one. Anyway, once you get your very own tiny ‘squatch, you can make a movie with him by stitching together several predefined animations. Kate and I did just this, entitled “In Bed with Sasquatch.” Viewable here.

To make your own, be sure to check out Living Sasquatch. You know you want to. 🙂