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...Google and Soulseek, radio tapes were an easy way for listeners to cheaply record all of the songs they either didn’t know the names of or were too poor (or stingy) to buy. Listeners could tape a favorite DJ’s entire set or a random hour of air and listen to it later.Maybe after a couple of listens, the new Proclaimers song would prove just too damn catchy, and the penny-pinching music lover would walk the 500 miles—or drive the 10 blocks—to actually buy the record.The...
...Show,” but we really watch them for the ridiculous and dirty humor that follows. We like our news bundled up with jokes and regurgitated back to us by sardonic pop-culture pundits. We can fall in love on the Internet or fall in bed with a random person at a party, but deep relationships are way too passé for us. We can do 100 things at once, but have trouble doing one in depth. (If we do only one, people might think we actually care about it, and God forbid that might happen.) Irony...
...piano reminiscent of “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer,” and again seems like it could be something special. As with the previous track, though, a fairly good song (in this case, one with an even better bridge) is marred in the end by random beat-boxing by one of the band members...
...massage. If you’ve had a tough week, just lie back and enjoy an hour of pampering. Your parents won’t mind, I’m sure. This totally unauthorized spending all goes on behind the backs of our loving parents. With all the random-ass charges on our term bill already (Student Services Fee...Wtfuck?) they will hardly be able to keep track of it all. Oh, and has anyone else noticed that Drew Gilpin Faust is Larry Summers...
...This was an early instalment in Rebekah Beddoe's calamitous encounter with psychiatry, which she recounts in Dying for a Cure (Random House; 346 pages). While the memoir focuses on how psychotropic drugs sent her mad during the early 2000s, Beddoe's account of her dealings with the eminent Melbourne psychiatrist she calls "Max Braydle" also shines an unflattering light on the talking component of the profession. "Terrible," says Jon Jureidini, head of psychological medicine at the Adelaide Women's and Children's Hospital, of the methods Beddoe ascribes to Braydle. "Sadly, people who read this book will think that...