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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136571912012-02-16T05:19:55.438-08:00the lowercase hipster info hubshout me in the streets and parks / scrape your voices on the starsadamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-30968326216579633982008-12-10T17:41:00.000-08:002008-12-10T17:44:03.348-08:002008 - songs

I didn't get out a lot this year. Or, maybe I got out too much, I dunno. The point is, I didn't get to hear a whole lot of new music this year. So instead of making a really long year-end list, I'm going to try to keep it relatively short. I'll start with my ten favorite songs of the year.10 - Okkervil River, "Lost Coastlines" from The Stand Inshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKmZRO8XzyY (

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-13973480765447008572008-11-03T21:44:00.001-08:002008-11-03T23:22:03.668-08:00stretch out your legs and dance with me

it's pretty amusing to look back and read the last personal post i made on this blog. it seems to have been written on the first day of february 2007, which by my count is 21 months ago. it doesn't really seem all that long by some counts: i remember exactly where i was sitting when i made it (right over there on my kitchen table, at the chair that faces the door), and i'm pretty sure i

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-28053531135707336752008-11-03T21:05:00.000-08:002008-11-03T21:12:35.120-08:00i was at work one evening with nothing to do so i wrote this

sam wasn't nervous. not exactly. being nervous implies apprehension about something that's coming up; being nervous therefore requires at least some level of knowledge about what that something would be.and sam most certainly had none of that.he had his meticulously-constructed playlist, of course, developed over the course of two hours, despite being only ten songs long and requiring only to

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-89390265390942499602008-05-16T14:58:00.000-07:002008-05-16T15:02:16.943-07:00Peggy Noonan: The Democrats aren't the ones falling apart, the Republicans are.

http://online.wsj.com/article/declarations.html"This was a real wakeup call for us," someone named Robert M. Duncan, who is chairman of the Republican National Committee, told the New York Times. This was after Mississippi. "We can't let the Democrats take our issues." And those issues would be? "We can't let them pretend to be conservatives," he continued. Why not? Republicans pretend to be

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-39629693070513583882007-02-05T23:14:00.000-08:002007-02-05T23:16:39.888-08:00this recent rash of kidsmoke

The man had traveled alone for a very long time, and it was understandable that he was not a big talker. It wasn’t that he felt uncomfortable in the presence of others or that he didn’t enjoy their company, it was simply that he wasn’t used to talking while he was moving. The boys had begun their journey tittering and laughing and whining and running ahead and behind, just as boys should, but

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-67471447344493707552007-02-01T20:06:00.000-08:002007-02-01T20:13:30.308-08:00you know i stay fresh to death

welcome back, friends, to the lowercase hipster info hub. you might remember this place being located on a blogger site, but i decided that wasn't really the best format for what i was trying to do with it. i've been using a relatively simple journaling program to do all my writing, you see, and after a while i started to realize that i would often find myself in a place that i wanted to write

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1170317890627130732007-02-01T00:17:00.000-08:002007-02-01T00:18:10.640-08:00i will find my fears and face them, or i will cower like a dog

i said i was going to write something on the drive home, so i’m going to do it. i don’t care how tired i am. wait, no, that’s a lie, of course i care how tired i am. but i have to write down what i said or i will forget it and then i’ll have to wait another four months to feel like i need to write something.i have often joked that i should develop a drinking problem so that i have some sort of

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1157350767791677972006-09-03T23:19:00.000-07:002006-09-03T23:19:27.806-07:00here's to life

we’ve haven’t spent a hell of a lot of time here, but we’ve learned enough about the real world to know that it is nothing like what we came to expect. there is no panning, no zooming, nothing gets framed or cropped, nothing is well-lighted. when you meet a girl’s gaze from across the room, no music plays, nothing slows down. when you raise your voice, the other person doesn’t wait for you to

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1157269558071008312006-09-03T00:22:00.000-07:002006-09-03T00:47:37.550-07:00there was this big bang once

it's days like these when i finally get home and the noise stops but i can't relax that i feel like some sort of giant, sweeping change has come over me. very rarely have i ever been able to explain what it really actually is, especially because it usually never pans out, but when i look back on it i'll always associate it with that damn cranberries song. no, i don't even know what the song is

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1155094059627392642006-08-08T20:25:00.000-07:002006-08-08T20:27:39.643-07:00i see a darkness

oh no, blank page. i thought about what was going to come next all the way home, but i forgot that when i finally got there i would have to face the one thing i fear the most. fuck it, let’s go:“you know exactly what i want.”he hung there like that, the center of the universe, close to the bartender, close enough to smell his breath even through the haze and smoke of the place that had seemed

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1153562059195468892006-07-22T02:24:00.000-07:002006-07-22T02:54:19.213-07:00that claws and tears and challenges you to stay

there was a pause as they sat out there in the fading light of the summer evening, talking about nothing, a movie, maybe, or a song, or something, it didn't matter. what did matter was the pause, a short stop where no one said anything and everyone breathed in deep and somehow saw the world at its simplest, its most beautiful. [a] would later reflect on those five seconds and realize that they

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1152863881434833052006-07-14T00:53:00.000-07:002006-07-14T00:58:01.446-07:00always been cowboys

it rolled over him like a wave, this overwhelming feeling. he had been leaning low on the bar, tired arms resting on tired elbows, idly cleaning a glass, the classic image of the classic bartender: just a touch past his middle years, balding, graying mustache, muscular, but only in that lumpy, almost-out-of-shape way. it had been an uneventful night--no, an uneventful decade, he would think

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1152777474339021072006-07-13T00:10:00.000-07:002006-07-13T00:57:54.380-07:00then get up and be it

okay, here it goes, opening scene, ready?open to the first credit, somebody presents something or something, then blink to an alarm clock at 6:00 am and a song starts. obviously what song it is is very important to me; it has to set the tone for pretty much the rest of the whole thing. i thought about it all on the way home tonight, and the only thing i've come up with so far is ted leo's "me

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1152686387076162762006-07-11T23:35:00.000-07:002006-07-11T23:39:47.086-07:00i did everything you wanted me to do

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1152601930911271522006-07-10T23:28:00.000-07:002006-07-11T00:12:10.936-07:00what happens in confession stays in the confessional

i came to several realizations today. allow me to indulge myself by listing said realizations:realization one: there was a little while there, i'd say around last october, when i sort of got the feeling that it didn't really matter where i worked, i was always going to be miserable. this is a feeling that grew mostly out of my idea that my job wasn't really all that bad, and it was completely

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1141801632954846952006-03-07T23:04:00.000-08:002006-03-07T23:08:05.686-08:00Oh, hey, check this out

http://www.dancingrobots.comwe'd rather be paid to perfect the pastimes that we have harbored based solely on the fact that it makes us smile if it sounds dope

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1141801392611862652006-03-07T23:02:00.000-08:002006-03-07T23:03:12.626-08:00this is my profile on www.dancingrobots.com

bless me, father, for i have sinned. it has been... well, a long time since my last confession.where do i begin? there’s quite a bit about me that i’m not proud of. i’m filled with self-righteousness and self-loathing, conceit and shame. i’m not a gray area: i’m both white and black. i’m a contradiction in terms. i’m a misanthropic bleeding heart liberal. i’m a talentless critic. i’m

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1130138244438436492005-10-24T00:12:00.000-07:002005-10-24T00:17:24.440-07:00death cab is great zombie writing music

seriously. my zombie movie will open with "i will follow you into the dark."in other news, i followed some of your advice and moved my story to its own separate blog. you can find it here. i added a paragraph and a couple sentences to the first entry just because i felt like it needed it. i have to go to bed now, but i promise to work on the next day tomorrow.i promise to work on the next day

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1127114513170877242005-09-18T23:19:00.000-07:002005-09-19T00:21:53.223-07:00cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good

well, i've got to stay up for a few minutes and see if the sleeping pills i just took are actually going to have any sort of an effect on me, so what better way to spend my hopefully inane and drowsy last few minutes than a new blog post, eh? it's been a pretty long time since my last real post--not really because i haven't wanted to write anything, really, but because i haven't really been able

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1126166531190780172005-09-08T00:56:00.000-07:002005-09-08T01:02:47.676-07:00atlantis

i've been trying to think of how to begin this post for a few days now, but so far i've failed. luckily, there are people out there who can do a much better job at this than me--i suppose that's why they're on tv. this is keith olbermann talking about katrina, and you should all watch it:http://home.sandiego.edu/~adamp/olb.wmv [3.3 MB WMV]now i'm going to bed, because i'm thuroughly outdone

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1122970137500874672005-08-02T00:25:00.000-07:002005-08-02T01:08:57.526-07:00last one out of liberty city: burn it to the ground

well, i didn't play my guitar tonight, so i guess i'd better write.upon my usual night's random internetting i came this interesting wiki entry. i wonder who wrote it. there are a couple of things in there that i already knew, but most of it i hadn't. now i have more things to say during my grand poway tour other than "and here's the wal-mart" or "there is aibertos, the greatest taco shop in

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1122878807388014032005-07-31T22:48:00.000-07:002005-07-31T23:46:47.400-07:00impressions of size

i'm a little lost again. i went on vacation. i bought a guitar. lindsay and i finished veronica mars last night. i applied for a few more jobs. i got sunburned, but just a little. i had a dream i was flying in a small plane over a clear ocean filled with giant fish and one enormous alligator. the weirdest part about the dream, i think, was not that we landed in a ruined city filled with

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1121326344332601702005-07-14T00:15:00.000-07:002005-07-16T12:58:59.393-07:00hey look, my first lawrence arms reference (i stand corrected; this is actually my second, thank you jordan)

i knew it would happen. here's a blank page all over again. knowing it was going to come didn't seem to help me avoid it any more than it ever has in the past. every little piece of my life is a metaphor for the rest, and my writing is no different. inspiration will hit eventually, and it will last for a night, or maybe a whole day, or even a whole week or month or year, but eventually it

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1120115340235914952005-06-30T00:07:00.000-07:002005-06-30T00:09:00.240-07:00go to bed, jordan

see post title.i'm sorry, i'll start again soon. note that this apology is to myself.

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1119088063043447772005-06-18T02:19:00.000-07:002005-06-18T02:47:43.046-07:00i'm a bad scene and there's everyone to blame but me

ladies and gentlemen, there is something wrong with me. tonight i have finally come to terms with a very simple fact: i am a sociopath. though maybe not quite to the serial killer level, there is clearly something about me that is very different from what has become a societal norm. you see, i don't like to go to bars. i hate them. i go anyway sometimes, you know, to hang out with my friends

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1118989352726728302005-06-16T22:22:00.000-07:002005-06-16T23:22:32.756-07:00i'll be in charge of the first insane rock star asylum

i'm not entirely sure i remember how or why we started talking about it today, but one of us at work made a comment that we should be listening to michael jackson this week. another one of us, jordan i think, said something about his sister (yes, it must have been jordan then) not wanting to listen to mj ever again. that, to me, is very sad. how can we forget about everything michael has done

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1118907780194281582005-06-16T00:01:00.000-07:002005-06-16T00:43:00.210-07:00just keep swimming

i don't really have anything to say tonight, but i'm going to force myself to write. why? well, i think it's good for me. my brain is constantly bleeding out my ears with each passing day and i can only assume that it needs some exercise once in a while too. maybe i can stop the hemorrhaging, or at least catch some of it on paper (figuratively, of course, as is the case with most things

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1118821354992492632005-06-14T23:45:00.000-07:002005-06-15T00:42:35.020-07:00the internet is a strange and magical place

i've been contemplating all day (read: the last seven minutes) what exactly i'm going to do with this little piece of the internet. maller made some sort of comment today about me making the most depressing blog ever when i told him about it. i figure i give at least one over-emotional diatribe a day--usually two or three--on the ultimate and inexorable victory of soul-crushing reality. i also

adamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09483810647012320849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13657191.post-1118730311362669242005-06-13T23:18:00.000-07:002005-06-13T23:25:11.366-07:00more like bLOLg

someone once told me it would be a good idea if i started writing again. i'd have to agree, but what exactly is the point of writing if no one is going to read it? well, since no one is going to read this, i suppose we'll soon find out.but not tonight. maybe tomorrow. i have to work in the morning.ps - i'm listening to death from above 1979 - you're a woman, i'm a machine. i highly suggest

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