Review

I haven't written an article for a school paper since around this time last year. I'm signed to do an album review for Nortt's "Galgenfrist" which is something I can do, but for some reason I don't know how to start it. I guess the desire to not be amateur and just be like "Nortt's great!!!1 Check him out!!!lolxz" is stress. I'm thinking about just jumping into it, but probably I will write the body of the review before any witty Macalester intro. Fantastic album though. Peep the link a few posts down.

I miss Philadelphia. I got into a big, friendly argument with some of my Midwestern friends this afternoon about how all I ever talk about is Philly, and how I'm demeaning to every other city or region whose residents could potentially have some pride. And the thing is, I'm like, what? So what? Fuck it. I love Philly and I don't give a fuck where you're from. On that same note, why in the name of god did I ever decide to come to school in motherfucking Minnesota? Minnefuckingsota? I mean, the school is fine but this place is just fucking awful. I would've survived in New York. I should've just gone to American. Maybe I'll transfer. Who knows.

I've also been thinking about tattoos recently. I definitely want some. The two big ideas I've had for a while are something related to Philadelphia and something related to Judaism (yeah hold the Biblical commentary.) My first idea for the Philly tat was the skyline, but skylines are subject to change and in twenty years it would suck if the real skyline didn't match my tattoo one. So my next thought is to just get the name "PHILADELPHIA" tattooed around my lower calf, or across my lower abdomen. As for Judaism, the thought was to get the Star of David and maybe a word in Hebrew, right across the heart. I don't have the pride burst necessary to get that one though. Maybe I'll get it done in Israel. That shit would be fucking dopechain. If anybody has ideas for either of those, let me know. Other tattoo ideas: Sigil of Baphomet, something Moby Dick related, etc.

Also dope: Kano.

Cop it.

Sunny day

Before break, my friend Dan was asking people if they wanted to be in an intramural dodgeball league. I said yes, not knowing that he was serious, but even if he was, not really caring. He was serious, and tonight at seven o'clock our team is going up against a group that's also from Macalester, I think. I don't really know.

Right now our team name is "Dupre Five" which is shit so I was thinking of different names. They include, all with "D5E" before the name:

Satanic Warmongers
Blasphemous Goatlords
Darkness
Eternal Blackness
Spear of Odin
Bloodwraiths
Nail Tornado
Blood Hurricane
Tools of the Dark Lord
Choir of the Goat

Et cetera. Any combination of the words goat, Satan, blasphemy, wraith, grim, and similar wintry terms will do. Let me know if you have any suggestions.

In other news, the new Darkthrone album "F.O.A.D." is a piece of shit. It sounds like a joke album put together by Seth Putnam or some other asshole. I don't understand how the same people who put together something as good as "Transilvanian Hunger," which I am listening to now, could vomit forth such festering waste. There's a song on the new album titled "Canadian Metal." Come on guys, are you serious? I love Canadian metal and Cryptopsy as much as anybody else, but there is no need for true Norwegian black metal fiends to make a song about it, though the song itself is hardly songly enough to be called a song. I think there are two guitar notes (singular) played at most and the drums are a cheap fucking deathcore rip-off. Deathcore? Are you serious? Go put on some fucking eyeliner if you're going to stumble down that trash-strewn road. Sing in Norwegian for god's/Satan's sake.

In order to maintain Darkthrone's good name, or what good name it once had, I will link "Transilvanian Hunger" so that people can feel the frost of real kvlt metal.Get at it here. It is a raw, vaguely minimalist black metal album that has been deemed essential by pretty much every son or daughter of the darkness. Not to mention that the cover, Fenriz holding a candelabra and screaming, is vast grim.

Windir

The past few days have been obnoxious as hell, all culminating in yesterday. Essentially, the bike I spent mad money and time on does not work, it is too small to accommodate the rear wheel and the chain properly. That was a bitch. I was really grumpy yesterday. Now there are two bike corpses lying against the wall in my room, and I don't know when I will be able to fix them, because I don't have all the necessary tools. Maybe this weekend? Maybe sooner? I don't know, but they are leering at me until I deal with them. And my hands are red raw and covered in bike grease that won't come off.

Here is a picture of Philadelphia.
More later.