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I'm Adam Isacson. I live in Washington and work at the Washington Office on Latin America. I'm a dad, a husband, and I don't get enough sleep.

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Joe Echevarria, the chief executive of Deloitte, the accounting and consulting firm, said, ‘I’m a Republican by definition and by registration, but the party seems to have split into two factions.’

While both parties have extreme elements, he suggested, only in the G.O.P. did the extreme element exercise real power. ‘The extreme right has 90 seats in the House,’ Mr. Echevarria said. ‘Occupy Wall Street has no seats.’

(From The New York Times.)

That’s because you gave the extreme right millions of dollars, you fucking tool.

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From this.

From this.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"OK Pal" by M83.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"City Swan" by Neko Case.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"The Perfect Life" by Moby and Wayne Coyne.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"The Olive Tree" by Scale the Summit.

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In case you don’t know, these parties aren’t like real parties. It’s fabricated fun, imposed from the outside. A vision of what squares imagine cool people might do set on a spaceship. Or in Moloko. As we come out of the lift there’s a bloody great long corridor flanked by gorgeous birds in black dresses, paid to be there, motionless, left hand on hip, teeth tacked to lips with scarlet glue. The intention, I suppose, is to contrive some Ian Fleming super-uterus of well fit mannequins to midwife you into the shindig, but me and my mate Matt just felt self-conscious, jigging through Robert Palmer’s oestrogen passage like aspirational Morris dancers.
Russell Brand in The Guardian on what happened when he was kicked out of something called the GQ Awards for making a comment about sponsor Hugo Boss’s ties to the Nazis.
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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"The Princess Who Saved Herself" by Jonathan Coulton.

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The best song I would’ve washed dishes to tonight, if it wasn’t my birthday and I had to wash dishes:

"Dance Apocalyptic" by Janelle Monáe.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"Mummy" by California X.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"Finger Back" by Vampire Weekend.

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KEVIN WHELAN: There were 30 songs and he [Interscope A&R guy] finally dwindled it down to two that he liked. They were “the hits.” So he’s like, “Redo these two, make the distortion louder,” you know, all the same shit — “want drums louder, vocals louder,” — all that stuff. Then he’s like, “Come to my office, we’ll play it on my big system and we’ll see.” So Charles wrote “This Boy Is Exhausted” and it was essentially about,”Fuck you, you’re not going to sign us anyway, but you’re making us do all this shit in front of you.” I must tell you, it was a beautiful moment to be in a band, sitting in the big crystal office, listening to the music pump out, and watching this guy. And then at the end, he said, “Fuck you, I don’t like you guys either.”

Reasonable music fans might have hoped or even assumed that the myopic A&R man in question suffered the sort of karmic destiny befitting one who overlooks a masterpiece. Unfortunately, the facts are not so easily palatable.

KEVIN: That A&R guy? Yeah, he signed the Strokes.

From an epic “oral history of The Wren’s The Meadowlands,” a brilliant record that is now 10 years old, published at stereogum.com.

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Here’s video (from local TV) from part of my trip to Cali, Colombia two weeks ago.

About a minute in, you can see me translating for 2 members of Congress we’d brought there.

Unfortunately, while the congressmen are speaking English and I’m trying to think of what to say in Spanish, I look very much like I’m pooping.

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The best song I washed dishes to tonight:

"Oscillation" by The Men.

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