When you lose a child, every day is two days.

When you lose a child, every day is two days. The day you have and the day you should have. You live them both at the same time. And you get old twice as fast.

Don't know what that has to do with this video, except that sometimes I wonder what Elliott Smith might be doing if he wasn't gone.

One of these days I am going to visit London

What would The Strokes sound like with Ian Curtis behind the mic? Not as cool as you'd think. Nevermind. Editors' campaign for their new album mashes up Google Street View and music to create an amazingly engaging digital experience. Check it out.

[Ed. - h/t Contagious]

Recall not always the best measure of advertising effectiveness

Consider the "he went to Jared" campaign. Holy crap do I hate these advertisements. They tell us we’re scum if we don’t spend our hard-earned dough in that chain. And they work to reinforce every sexist patriarchial stereotype. They're the most annoying, poorly conceived commercials I’ve seen. Obviously they are trying to create one of those campaigns where, by pretending something and repeating it often enough, it eventually becomes true. Each ad is an egregiously terrible, stinking mess of advertising bullshit. Bullshit that someone actually wrote, storyboarded, directed, shot, edited, and most horrifically - approved. If I come face to face with the person who created that ad campaign, it won't be pretty. And if I find out you're the guy who actually went to Jared, I'm straight up punching you in the neck. For the love of all that's holy in the universe, come up with another ad campaign for your fucking store.

There are no mysteries

Verbal: To a cop the explanation's always simple. There's no mystery to the street, no arch criminal behind it all. If you find a body and you think his brother did it, you're gonna find out you're right.

There are no new ideas

All the King's Men and The Devil Wears Prada are such similar films, I can't believe I bothered to watch them both. In each, a young, frustrated journalist [1, 2] accepts a job as an assistant to an eccentric, controversial, dictatorial executive [1, 2] with a contracted catchphrase ["Nail 'em up," "That's all"]. Both assistants ultimately compromise their morals to help their bosses thwart coups [1, 2]. Each executive is played by an Oscar-winner [1, 2]. And each film is based on a novel [1, 2] that is widely considered to be a thinly veiled portrait of an actual public figure [1, 2].

Sigh. There are no new ideas.

[Ed. - Is this post supposed to be serious? Or is it just an exercise in intellectual gymnastics? I'm not sure. It seems that nonstop media has collapsed my sense of irony.]