March 2009
39 posts
When U Were Mine by Crooked Fingers
originally by Prince
(via thisiswhy)
I love this cover. Last.fm tells me I’ve only played it 14 times, but I’ve often suspected last.fm of lying to me.
@biz on the Twitter Blog
It’s a nice feature and I will enjoy having it. However, this feature was dropped on the developer community like a giant sack of potatoes. No warning. Just a big spud bomb. There are actually quite a few implications of this in the API side if you’ve been relying on Replies to behave one way and now it will start including many more tweets. If you change the Twitter UI (which they did)…fine, no big deal…you show more tweets now. But with the wide range of web and desktop apps that use the Twitter API out there in production, I really can’t believe that there was no warning or time given to actually test this feature out.
(via damon)
Absolutely. I kept thinking I’d somehow missed it on the API-dev list. Apparently not.
A Whiter Shade of Pale by Annie Lennox
originally by Procol Harum
(posted by bunkercomplex)
Annie Lennox rules.
Picture in a Frame - Pearl Jam
originally by Tom Waits
(posted by everybodycares)
It’s a Pearl Jam cover I didn’t have. Unacceptable.
Heart Shaped Box by Evanescence
originally by Nirvana
(posted by mi alegria)
Despite this being Evanescence (or perhaps because it’s Evanescence), this cover seriously appeals to me. I guess I’m just a sucker for that sweet altpop candy with the faux glaze of authenticity.
Every kid is different, and my nine-year-old is so much like me. She feels each innocent entreaty, each ‘What did you do today?’ like a physical blow. Trying to talk to her about anything remotely important is met with something I never expected — outright refusal. I expected embarrassed squirms, I expected silence, but I never expected high pitched screams and fists shoved in ears, escape and slamming doors.
So.
I have gone into her email and marked the setting that forwards a copy of each incoming message to me. (There, I said it!) I tell myself this is because she is only nine, because I need to know if she is contacted or solicited in any unseemly way — but that’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is I just want to know her. I just want to know her, and she already does not want to be known.
” —This whole blog contains damn fine writing. It’s been a long time since I discovered that on the internet and I can’t help but wonder if it changed, or was that me?