| the 20 greatest albums of 2007!!!....(drama) |
[Dec. 2nd, 2007|11:50 pm] |
rich arnold presents the 20 greatest albums of 2007. this follows the rules that i am the greatest critic and and favorite and best can be synonymous. please refrain from calling people uncultured swine fags. ...unless you really have to.
20. The Apples In Stereo-New Magnetic Wonder

19. 50 cent-curtis

18. Timbaland-Shock Value

17. Black Lips-Good Bad Not Evil

16. The Avette Brothers-Emotionalism

15. Prince - Planet Earth

14. Jeremy Fisher - Goodbye Blue Monday

13. Amy Winehouse - Back to Black

12. Ben Lee-Ripe

11. The Fratellis - Costello Music

10. Vampire Weekend-Vampire Weekend (This one actually doesn't come out until January but it got leakes and i love it so fuck you)

09. Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

08. Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger

07. Bruce Springsteen-Magic

06. Bright Eyes - Cassadaga

05. Pharoahe Monch-Desire

04. The National-Boxer

03. Okkervil River - The Stage Names

02. Feist-The Reminder

dramaaaaaaa
01. Iron and Wine-The Shepard's Dog

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[May. 23rd, 2007|03:15 am] |
just so you know.
according to cnn.com a bunch of kids graduated from an iraqi kindergarden yesterday. among the quotes by the children:
-"I give a knife to my father to slaughter the chicken. He gives me a machine gun and a rifle. Now, I am a soldier in the liberation army."
-"I'm going to bomb, bomb, bomb the school with everybody in it," said Omar Hussein, as he clutched a pink toy airplane.
-[...]a better future can't come soon enough for a young boy named Shurouq."When I hear the bombs, I'm afraid," he says. "I close my ears." The school's headmistress, Suhailah Ibrahim, says they try to reduce the stress level for the children as much as they can. When bombs go off or shots ring out, she says, "We usually tell them the explosions are far away from us." Most of all, she says, they just want to "live like before." "We want an end to the occupation," she says.
it's a good thing our occupation has been a positive influence on the youth of an entire nation. the sad part is this war will be the catalyst for a hatred in that country for the american people that will not be gone by the end of my life. i really hope you're all paying attention...because this will blow up in our faces eventually and it'll be all of our faults...all of us. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|01:51 am] |
the top 30 albums ever.
this is according to the principle that i am the only critic that matters there for there are some bands considered "untouchable" that you wil not find on here. a thousand apologies.
starting at number 30 for the sake of melodrama.
30. otis redding-"the dock of the bay"

29. public enemy-"it takes a nation of millions to hold us back"

28. bob dylan-"blonde on blonde"

27. elliott smith-"from a basement on a hill"

26. the pixies-"surfer rosa"

25. belle and sebastian-"if you're feeling sinister"

24. johnny cash-"at folsom prison"

23. bright eyes-"lifted or the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground"

22. sunny day real estate-"diary"

21.the rolling stones-"exile on main street"

20. the clash-"london calling"

19. the beatles-"abbey road"

18. the beach boys-"pet sounds"

17. neutral milk hotel-"in the aeroplane over the sea"

16. michael jackson-"thriller"

15. pink floyd-"wish you were here"

14. the band-"the band"

13. smashing pumpkins-"siamese dream"

12. the kinks-"something else by the kinks"

11. morrissey-"viva hate"

10. bruce springsteen-"darkness on the edge of town"

9. prince-"purple rain"

8. simon and garfunkel-"bridge over troubled water"

7. counting crows-"august and everything after"

6. bob dylan-"highway 61: revisited"

5. the beatles-"sgt. peppers lonely hearts club band"

4. the beatles-"rubber soul"

3. the smiths-"the queen is dead"

2. bruce springsteen-"born to run"

*drum roll*
1. the beatles-"revolver"
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[Jan. 26th, 2007|01:54 am] |
rich is no longer subbing. rich is working at lucky brand. its tolerable.
jeez my life has been boring lately. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2006|01:51 am] |
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in other news all is well. except joe barbera died. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2006|04:52 am] |
oh also rich is off the market.
that is all. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2006|06:15 pm] |

and the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again who's bad? |
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| kshhhhhh squeeeee |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|01:41 am] |
my dial up is dead. long live comcast. *cue circle of life* i just got everything together to protect my files. my computer might as well have donald rumsfeld inside it with a bullwhip and a bottle of gin.
classes are riding my ass. i need to get a portfolio together stat.
i also need to call a bunch of car companies and such to get them to send me all their promotional shit in the mail. i tried online but they all wnat em to buy a car. tomrrow i'll have to be sheisty.
i'm so exhausted.
i'm gonna go read.
all my love.
-rich |
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[Sep. 12th, 2006|02:33 am] |
preface: this is not a politically correct post. i apoligize if it seems insensitive, but hey...my journal.
so today is 5 years since sept 11. it is and hopefully will not be topped as the most important day in this generations lives. just like my parents can tell you where they were when kenedy or mlk were shot i can tell you where i was when i heard. i was in gym, it was a tuesday and i heard it from anthony gomes in the boys locker room second period. i remember the whole day. it was so frightening at the time and it's heartbreaking what happened. that being said....why do we obsess? of course if you lost someone it's more than justified, but most of us didn't. most of us watched it on tv and with in a month it was life as normal.
when kenedy was shot. when mlk was shot. when x was shot. when the vietnam war escalated, these are moments that stand out in the lives of our parents generation adn it galvinized them to make change. sure they are tragedies, but they are also a means to an end. mlk is a martyr. what he died for changed the world more in the last 100 years than the actions of any other single individual. so what has 9-11 galvnized us to do? it inspired a new kind of racism and a new war. it created this sense of entitlement throughout the country. it inspired us to cash in on tragedy by charging 16 dollars for a flag afterward. i worked at shoprite i rememeber what they did to the prices of those things. fuck you, you capitalist pigs.
we sit and we dwell and we do nothing, so what are we left with. we're left with a hole in the ground, a bunch of graves and an army of relatives of those lost where the only thing they can agree on is that there should be a monument for everyone. a monument is a piece of stone its not change. had your loved one called out of work that day and died in a car crash a week later they'd just be a number. make the death a form of empowerment. turn it into some sort of upward cultural mobility.
why is it we, 5 years later, dwell on 9-11 and on the anniversary of katrina no one batted an eye. it is most certainly a comperable event. how easy it was to forget and write off these people because they didn't wear buisness suits and were predominatly brown. parts of new orleans are still underwater, they <i>still</i> find bodies everyday. it is more than a year later. how are we not outraged by this? the fact that every citizen of that city who managed to not end up bloated and face down in a city of water, hasn't stood up, wiped their ass with their american citizenship and told the us government and fema to go fuck themsleves is a miracle. people talk about winning the birth lottery by being born in the united states, and they're right, but if i was one of them i would live in bosnia before i took anything from a country that forgot them. they don't need your gifts and they don't need your mercy. we've done more than enough to show that we don't really want to give it.
the 60s inspired change, 9-11 inspired charity. buying a ribbon for your car isn't change and it isn't justice, it's charity. martin luther king said "don't flip a coin to me as a beggar, that's charity. i will be here tomorrow and every tomorrow after that waiting for your coin. it isn't change to try watch a man get robbed on the jericho road everyday. at some point you need to ask why is that beggar always here and why is that man always getting robbed and then transform the jericho road, and transform the beggar. then you have justice."
we change nothing. we think nothing. and we truely do not care.
we are truely cruel, cruel people, and i'm sad to be counted among those who do nothing. at some point, perhaps when we are far older we will all look around and see the many people who have died because of our inaction and when you go to point the finger it can only be pointed squarely in each of our own faces.
on that day we will all have become muderers. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2006|02:12 am] |
so with classes starting today the overwhelming realization i'd been doing my damnedest to avoid, has officially washed over me. summer is over.
fuckin a.
i honestly can't figure out why i'm so disappointed by the past few months. i really didn't do anything until like the middle of august. i couldn't even tell you what i did one night in june. no fucking clue. and i mean really i didn't do any more this year than last, but last year had deefweek. i remember starting school and listening to 'july, july' every morning because it reminded me of everyone. i think it might be that we were never really all together this year. i could count on my one hand the amount of times i saw some people, and almost never was it in the big groups we had last year. last year we could sit at dunkin donuts for hours, but who gave a shit cause we rolled 15 deep up in that muhfucker. i don't know. i guess i miss that feeling that should i lose everything else i still have everyone. which i knew is as true now as it was a year ago, but i just miss the reaffirmation of it.
positives: i saw counting crows. it might be one of the single most important nights of my life. it was like he was talking to you and just you the entire show. it's hard to describe...this feeling of like isolation, but contentment in the same moment. more importantly i've seen gabe a lot more which was pleasurable. of all the nights i'll remember for years, though, for the most part have kathy running around in them. i thoroughly adore that girl. she is probably the most important thing to come of this summer. i never feel as young as i do when i'm with her. which, i'm sure would mean a lot more if i wasn't, you know, 20. never the less i can act like a 12 year old while in the same moment have a particularly articulate conversation about the socio-political struggles of post-communist china. i love her dearly and look forward to watching her walk around with flip flops in december.
i miss everyone in school already. italian feast soon. come home. be merry. be drunk. be together. we may grow old but may we never grow up. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2006|03:01 am] |
hi, my name is rich arnold, i'm 8 years old, my favorite band is counting crows and when i grow up i want to be superman.
that's what i took from thw show tonight. i really wish that there were some more elequant way i could articulate how i felt tonight, but that's the best my feable mind can muster. the second he played omaha i was 8 years old all over again and sitting in the back seat of dave deccico's dad's station wagon. and there, in my orange super mario 3 shirt, i heard omaha on the radio and within a fwe hours i was begging my mom to take me to bradlees (yah....1993 baby) to buy the cassette. and because i have the best mom on earth she took me. but now i'm prattling. the point is this was nearly 13 years coming. they played almost entirely acoustic songs off of august and recovering. those 2 albums have honestly gotten me through so much.
it's funny when people ask me why counting crows. because, admittedly, i obsess, but honestly to really appreciate it you need to grow up with it. there will be times when you feel so isolated, but i listen to august and everything after and for that frozen moment someone is there with me. his writing isn't blindly optimistic, it's extremely pessimistic for that matter...but theres hope and thats worth sticking around for.
more than anything im glad kev and sloan were there tonght. if there was a soundtrack to mine and kevs friendship it would be that sprinkled with richard ashcroft and penny arcade dialogue.
all in all <3. |
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| and now for a deuche bag |
[Aug. 7th, 2006|03:46 am] |
you ever run into people on myspace where you're completely blown away by their deuche baggery?
deuche bag: (n) 1. one who could be described as an
asshole/idiot without ever having
to speak a word to them.
"dude, i was listening to jimmy buffet
today...what a deuche bag."
see also: this guy. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2006|01:51 am] |
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for the life of me i can't seem to find anything to write about.
hold on let me read the headline son yahoo.com and find something to get infuriated by.
. . . . . ok got one.
so it would seem that we had run out of holes to penetrate new orleans against its will. that would be what common sense would dictate, however i have obviously not given the innovative minds at fema (aka the leading killer of black people in america) enough credit. it would seem they've created entirely new ways to rob lower class black people blind. they've actually pioneered new holes, in true louis and clark style, to fondle. the latest gem is that they are now tearing down four flooded out housing projects to build a bunch of mixed income condominums. but people lived in those projects and expected to be able to move back. so essentially what they're doing is tearing down their home and telling them "you can't live here anymore. this is for people who make more money than you now." the utter obserdity of the situation. can you imagine the uproar if they tore down one of the golf courses on long island to build low income housing? donald trump would cut his fucking throat. what it comes down to is if you're brown we really don't care about whatever struggle you might have. if something this devastating happened to conneticut can you imagine how fast fema would be out there to fix it. you think it would take 3 days for the republicans to figure out if it was an emergency then? we love to eat up the concept that we are true humanitarians here. the war in iraq is great because we are liberators of oppresed people. albeit oppressed people with oil and tactical positions in the middle east but oppressed none the less. but can someone tell me why we're not in the sudan then? because they're brown and we don't give a fuck. as if we're really there to help people in the middle east? isn't it funny how we were sodl this war on the concept that this was a war we needed to fight for our freedom after 9-11. so tell me why after being attacked by saudi people working out of afganistan, iran, france we attacked iraq? doesn't anyone else wonder why ti was so easy to turn bin laden into hussain?
because if you're brown we don't give a fuck. |
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[Jun. 19th, 2006|03:00 am] |
why not?
If you comment here:
1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll challenge you to try something. 3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you. 4. I'll tell you something I like about you. 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you. 8. I'll pick a song that reminds me of you. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2006|02:29 pm] |
so the inevitable has occured. the parker brothers have wrapped thier cold, boardwalk price gouging fingers around the nintendo license.
that might have made it sound like i don't like. i mean i don't care i'll wreck your shit in monopoly whether i'm buying park place or bowser. i do however love that oriental ave, also know as the square that god forgot, is slippy. a pirannah plant costs more than slippy. love it.
also if you think i'm not playing with the koopa shell you might be out of your fucking mind. |
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| wikilife |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|02:57 am] |
wikipedia is sex.
all i do at night now is look up the most obscure things in the world...cause, you know, it's not knowledge unless you'll never use it. it's such a double edged sword too. because on one hand it's so liberating to have this wealth of knowledge at your fingertips at anytime. if i wanted to know if jesus saw his grundle in the reflection of the water he was walking on, i have no doubt that i could find it. it would be coupled with the horoscopes for that day adn the winning lottery numbers. on the other hand show it's intimidating to be at the whim of the angry mob that is the internet. it's very hard to tell with how much salt i should take things written on a site founded on the belief that through constant revision the information on the site will eventually be correct. i mean this is the site where i've once before made myself a hometown hero of union. then again if you look up 'adam and eve' on there you'll find some information far more unfathomable than the status of my celebrity locally. |
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| in this department... |
[Jun. 5th, 2006|03:43 pm] |
i just got back from drving kev to eatontown to get his license reinstated at the dmv. it's an adventure that requires time spent in uncharted parts of south jersey. and by uncharted i mean by real people in civilization as opposed to eccentric beach folk. it should be noted that rte 36 is like an infinite stretch of road that was paved over indian burial grounds. there is nothing ok about this highway, nor the signs that litter it. we spent 30 min driving on the parkway to get there and about 45 min. lost on about a 3 mile space of highway and assorted parking lots to make u-turns. which, on an unrelated note the monmouth mall looks like a good time...god built it in the wrong part of the state. this was all culminated by, no joke, 4 minutes in the dmv. 4 minutes. it takes me longer to jerkoff. i almost feel disappointed that we weren't in there for the long haul. i was ready for a battle. with ipod in hand i proclaim that beyond this lien boredom shall not cross!
recover broke up. that makes me really upset. atleast i got to see that one before they decieded they want to break my heart. (i'm looking at you bear vs. shark)
moma tomorrow...people should come. |
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| so close |
[May. 18th, 2006|02:13 pm] |
we can drive out to the dunes tonight the summers almost here.
i'm starving and aitng for sloan to get over here so we can get food, but in the interum we can discuss the onset of the summer.
it's bizarre since the end of deef week it's been as if every day has been lived in anticipation of this time of year again. i honestly got through school saying that soon the summer will be ehre and we can all move in together again and all is right with the world. so now that all of us wiht the exception of monaghan have been birthed from purgatory of the past few months we can start having sex with each other and generally causing a ruckus. i want to say worried, but thats not the word...i'm almost intimidated with how cool last sumer was...i'm honestly not sure we can do better. heres to certainly trying though. i want to be like a blur this summer. i need to see kev more. i need to see a lot of people more. i need monaghan to come home and i need to go to the boardwalk. someone put on third eye blind and make it the fourth of july. i imagine this summer is nothing if not unexpected...i'm sure it will be a ride...it always is. |
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| same as it ever was |
[May. 5th, 2006|03:48 am] |
star wars sucks.
there. i said it.
it's out in the open.
they're releasing the original star wars trilogy on dvd...again. these are sans all re-edits and special effect shit which included greedo shooting first. so should i be happy? i mean not really cause star wars can totally suck it save empire. but, don't you star wars fans feel kind of abused by now? these are the people who, in 1999 said they would never realease the original trilogy on dvd....and here we are with what the 4th incarnation? george lucas has been riding the charm and nostalgia machine since 1977 and star wars fans east that shit up like its edible panties. get over it...the movie isn't that good and the sooner you stop enabling that bourgeois manianc lucas the sooner you can start spending your money on shit that hasnt been regurgitated for you for 35 years. |
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| darwinism my ass.....marsism. |
[Apr. 27th, 2006|02:48 am] |
i decided today that the most solid proof of evolution comes from the mars candy company. 3 muskateers, milkyway, snickers. tell me thats not evolution. and dont tell me god put the 3 muskateer wrappers here to throw us off. i'm hip to your jive, god...you're not foolin this one.
speaking of invisable people in the sky: james was telling me that he was listening to the penn and teller show and they were talking about how they sell tapes that are intended to give devout catholics training and arguements for talking with atheists. this is of course very valuable information to me. i enjoy quite thouroughly knowing what the enemy is up to. more to the point though one of the arguements for the existance of god on the tapes is a bananna. you see, notices how the peel folds elegantly around the hand, and how through divine intervention the bananna points towards your mouth beckoning to you, "eat me for it is god's will that you get your potassium." so this is what we've resorted to? we've actually, not only considered, but marketed and sold the idea that because a bananna is condusive to eating; there is a god. after talking about it on the radio penn said, "look a steak perfectly fits a plate...god!"...praise the lord.
i really wanted an orange but we didnt have any so i got an orange ice pop. is this what it feels like to be jimmy glenn? the world may never know. |
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