This is a fine, fine performance, and very well presented. Wish I could have been there.

This must be the best children's show ever.

Twenty seconds of a song as the perfect college girlfriend.

A new all-ages venue. Struggling financially, of course, but this is awesome. Idea: offer to do a weekly solo show.

"You can try to know, and own the fact that there are things you do not know, or you can be knowing, and hide your own ignorance with sideways shots of been-there done-that familiarity. You can understand that shit happens and try your best to keep things together and accomplish something against all odds — YOU CAN DANCE, as this album begins — or you can blow up the hospital just to show everyone that at any moment anywhere, a hospital can blow up for no fucking reason whatsoever."

A heady analysis of Greg Gillis' place in the musical landscape.

This video is my favorite thing ever. This song is my favorite thing ever. I am not joking at the moment.

"I wrote the words 'a grain of sand' upon a grain of rice/She baked a pie of very shy laboratory mice."

Excellent pieces on Deerhunter's Microcastle, M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes", and Wale's "Mixtape About Nothing." Easily one of my favorite music writers. I think it's the ethnomusicology background.

From New York/French architecture firm Planda, a house for the duo. Fictional, thankfully.

"Adaptable, minimalist interfaces." Oh. My. God.

God these are good.

Good story, personal writing from one of the more entertaining and interesting blogs out there. (And four tracks from the new Andrew Bird album.)

The cool thing is that they actually are.

I want this so badly. If it weren't a $77 piece of paper, I'd buy it.

Hot and weird.

I love wind turbines.

A great, humanizing interview with the musician and fashion designer. He's eclectic, egotistical, but honest and aware of how self-absorbed he is.

A great electronic playlist; a perfect blend of minimal and ambient textures and beats. "At moderate volume the sound is not distracting, but on a good set of headphones the wall of sound will crush every kind of thought around you and keep you disjointed and unfocused enough that you'll feel like drifting out from consciousness."

On art which extends the present, and tickling yourself. This is what I love so much about music.

An old interview with my old favorite band. Lots of fun here.

"One hundred ambient tones is a collection of short ≈40sec ambient audio snippets designed to be listened to in 'random' or 'shuffle' ordering. The transitions between tracks, chosen randomly by your machine on playback, become the focus."

This pretty much sums it up.

How the two astronomical numbers most often thrown out by the intellectual property lobby are utterly bogus. Interesting: "When someone torrents a $12 album that they would have otherwise purchased, the record industry loses $12, to be sure. But that doesn't mean that $12 has magically vanished from the economy. On the contrary: someone has gotten the value of the album and still has $12 to spend somewhere else."

Very neat MIDI controller iPhone apps.

Palin and Perry, sittin' in a tree. "She kisses a girl—sure, okay. She likes it—um, and? Oh, and she hopes her boyfriend doesn't mind, because sexual autonomy is inextricable from the male gaze, and that's fucking awesome. 'I Kissed a Girl' is infuriatingly ass-backward: cynical adherence to outdated values made into titillation, snide calculation dressed up as the underdog, the same old bullshit disguised as rebellion."

"The first music video ever shot with a 360 degree panoramic lens."

Why privacy persists. "Along with new visibilities comes social understanding of those new visibilities." "If the end of privacy comes about, it's because we misunderstand the current changes as the end of privacy, and make the mistake of encoding this misunderstanding into technology. It's not the end of privacy because of these new visibilities, but it may be the end of privacy because it looks like the end of privacy because of these new visibilities."

Where will you be? I'd not mind being here. "I want this to end when I'm on top, so I'm planning my final show on December 21, 2012. It's when the Mayan calendar ends. It's the day when solids become liquids and liquids become plasmas." "I want it to be a stage production, but one where the lines become blurry between reality and complete stage me...I want it to be miserable and equally fantastic. I want the best of both worlds."

In which album covers become an extension of reality, and vice versa.