tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81704837424008266122009-02-20T19:21:54.909-08:00Walkernoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170483742400826612.post-18633373264052443442008-06-13T09:50:00.000-07:002008-06-13T10:05:35.317-07:00

I think the easiest thing to make light of lately is probably the fact that the estimated asking price of the first pictures of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt's twins will be around $15 million. Nevermind that the US dollar is in the tank and the US is quickly becoming the playground of Europe's relatively rich. The wealth of society and the amount of money being pushed around for the myriad and

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This blog is alternately introspective, alternately polemical. I really haven't been able to come to a good decision as to which direction I'm going to take it in. Gathering my cues both from my position as intern with Radar Magazine as well as my distinct admiration for The Onion AV Club's The Hater, I might as well play to my strengths and start talking shit about pop culture. Get ready,

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Sorry to my unabashedly silent yet fervently present readership, I've been awake but hardly moving. Junior year has wound itself around its suffocating conclusion, and I'm not altogether worse for wear. I've had a lot of personal / philosophical revelations during the past year. I now have a new-found appreciation for religious modes of consciousness. I have delved much more deeply into what

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sorry for the relative silence, dear crowd of devout readers. I've been devoting most of my writing-online-time to my other blog; head over there if you find my prose in any way witty. I noticed today that some people had sprayed some stencils on the quad. It's interesting that almost immediately afterwards someone had been bye to scrub the stencils off of the pavement. It's not that they

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Loyal readership--I know you have all been waiting with baited breath for my triumphant return to ye 'bogosphere'. Never fear, I have been lurking, biding my time to unleash a polemical the likes of which the electronic world has not yet beheld and for which is certainly unprepared...But that will have to wait until another time. Today, because I am so generous, I am going to talk about the end

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Normally I would post this on each of your respective walls, but I must append a short message to this video that is about to unleash a hitherto unknown fury upon your helpless retinae.I, like you all, have spent many a short while on the website youtube.com, deriving amusement from (in short order): other people's misfortunes, awesome shit, clips from hilarious TV shows, and other topics

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Back in March 2003 when the Iraq war was beginning, there were a few rumblings of protest in the University center. A few days later a counter-protest was planned. I remember two things from that day: A young hispanic man standing in the median of the street with a loudspeaker, yelling: "Bomb Saddam! Bomb Saddam!" or something of the sort. On the other side of the street, in the bed of a

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One certainty exists in my life—that of types. Types, categories and the like have so permeated my existence that the difference between the small yellow bird hopping through the snow and the grapefruit drying on the counter is negligible. Typified shapes, colors, sounds, and tactile senses are all that pierce my brain. I walked down the street the other day, incidentally to go to the store.

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Filling my days with Faust and Philosophical Investigations, all the while trying desperately to look like I'm hard at work in Chinese without having to do work at all. It's a depressing prospect, having spent 4 years learning a language you now come to loathe (not because of the language itself, but the teacher whose vague academic vanity far overshadows any real teaching ability). But my

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I've just returned from London, and have brought with me extremely portable yet somewhat unremarkable pictures documenting my trip. I've got separate albums for Berlin, Amsterdam, and Paris as well.

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Just mucking about British TV tonight yielded me this gem: a show about 5 british guys who traveled all the way to the promised land, America, to visit the set of a real, live porn shoot. Women wearing black, cut-t-shirt style tube-tops enshrine the male star of the shoot while the brits sit back in awe of the whole thing. As I watched this, I couldn't help but be either frightened or

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Lets be honest. We all think the iPhone looks really cool. We all probably want one, if it weren't for the asking price or the shitty network. I write today under contrasting circumstances, however: I am writing to try and persuade a few of you that the iPhone is really the symbol of the moral decay and decrepitude of our society. No, no, this is not a rant. I'm not here to deride those who

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In that city of cities, most expensive, most expansive, the springboard of empires, control, audits and auditions.

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Well well, it's that time of year again, yes? My keyboard squeaks with use, and my eyeballs have reached a study-induced catharsis. However there is always that light at the end of the tunnel, that release from bondage and suffering. Oh, who am I kidding? I had one of the easiest, least stressful finals period of my college career. I've been done for the past four days, wallowing away in my

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Right, so I'm going to try and keep this from becoming a disheartening rant, but I don't know how able I will be able to control myself in a few paragraphs.Last April 10th I went down to New York City to see the Klaxons live. Now, I had an extra ticket, so I called up a friend who goes to Columbia to see if he wanted to come. Being amiable, he came with me. At my own suggestion, he brought a

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Well, huzzah for last-minute yet unbelievably preferable arrangements! I was initially quite disappointed that I was not going to be working at the BBC in London this summer, but now I have a much better gig: I'll be working at a not-so-known but quite successful capital acquisition and management firm (aka. 'the man') doing research. I couldn't be more ecstatic about it, and eager to prove my

Walkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170483742400826612.post-17809920021896927152007-04-01T17:52:00.000-07:002007-04-01T18:38:10.540-07:00

Dear forlorn readership: I know you're feeling neglected. It's only natural. It's been over a month without an update from no doubt the most interesting and sought-after man at Vassar college. So, now that I've gotten down to it (and ditched my other commitments for the night), I'll give myself an update on what I've been doing lately.Wrote a few op-ed articles for the Misc about Steve Jobs

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Walker Boyd for The MiscIn a recent much-attended-to open letter titled “Thoughts on Music” (apparently to trick us into thinking he would explain why he loves Raffi), Steve Jobs (CEO of Apple, Inc.) takes the “big media” record conglomerates to task for their recent behavior. According to the letter it is they who are forcing his free-spirited, youth-loving, Apple to attach code to every song

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Directed by: Hunter Haney, Walker B.Shot By: Hunter H.Edited By: Hunter H.Featuring: Walker B., Hunter H., Marshall N., Woodrow T., Jason W., Jake R.

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EDSON X - BY WALKER BOYD“New York…shit. I’m still in New York.” Edson exhaled. He let out a brief chuckle as he looked at himself in the mirror in the corner of his hotel room. He could see the ratty dresser, the unmade bed with exposed dame, the half-empty bottles of gin distributed about the room. He had a sense of humor, and he knew who he was imitating. He did a few karate punches in

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Qufu, Shandong, China

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Hidden Park

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Second

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