Yes, I’m still on a Cocteau Twins kick. I may sometimes experience transient obsessions, but I like to take my time with them. In a month or two I’ll probably have moved on.
As a long-time fan of the Cocteau Twins, I learned to give up on understanding any thing Elisabeth Fraser ever says. Between the Scottish accent, the echo-y production, and the glossolalia, what chance is there? Sadly, I let my curiosity get the better of me; I looked her lyrics up on the internet.
I’m convinced that what I’m seeing is mostly wrong. In the song embedded above, I’m pretty sure I heard the word “pomegranate” at least once; I’m willing to admit I’m wrong, but the lines suggested by the crowd-sourced lyrics sites out there aren’t even close. And even if the internet is exactly right about everything, what remains is an indigestible word salad that carries no meaning for anyone who isn’t the author — and perhaps not even for her. I mean, she uses her voice like an instrument, so the actual words may not be important, but if you sing, you must sing something, syllables at least. So words (or their nearest equivalent) are necessary, but I suppose they don’t have to actually mean anything.
“One of the core themes in Werner Herzog’s work is that the universe is a cold and unflinching place that is ruled by nothing but madness. The natural order of things is chaos, and any attempt by man to forge some stability in that chaos is a pointless endeavor. Also, happiness is an illusion.” From: The universe is indifferent to man, and Werner Herzog is indifferent to Pokémon Go – The A.V. Club
I will grudgingly give Werner Herzog a pass for speaking out publicly about not getting Pokemon Go. For one thing, he was being interviewed at the time, so I blame the interviewer. Second, he seems rather genuinely grim, so the odds of this being some sort of artful pose are meager.
The Verge: I thought I knew the future of luggage, but then I saw this suitcase that follows you around
Yeah, maybe this thing is cool, but it’ll never be as cool as The Luggage. For one thing, I don’t think it could defend itself from being stolen.
“When Netflix added Scrotal Recall in early 2015, it enraged and befuddled subscribers with that title. But the British import turned out to be charming, slightly High Fidelity-esque rom-com about a man (Johnny Flynn) whose chlamydia diagnosis has him revisiting his past relationships.” From: Netflix is finally changing the name of the horribly titled Scrotal Recall · Newswire · The A.V. Club
Well, here we are then.
I’ve never really thought about it before, but it occurs to me now that the word “scrotum” is nearly as unappealing as the thing that it describes. Frankly, it’s a body part that smacks of laziness on the part of the designer. It’s functional yes, but there’s not much going on visually. “Eh, just put a lot of skin down there or something. Don’t spend a lot of time on it.”
Not that I have any ideas for possible improvements. Maybe it could glow in the dark or something? It’d certainly give “flashing” a whole new meaning.
Overheard at a coffee shop
Person 1: Hey, what’s your Snapchat?
Person 2: I’m not on Snapchat.
Person 1: Oh…..