In Which We Are Almost There

Links Give You That Good Time You’ve Been Requesting

by Alex Carnevale

As everyone knows, the most important thing happening in the world right now is the separation of Sarah Silverman and Jimmy Kimmel.

I know this is weird but for some reason the shape of her head and boobs reminds me of the head lice from that episode of South Park.


Jimmy Kimmel Live and The Sarah Silverman Show share roughly the same plane of “It’s funny, but what is it intended to be funny about?” I liked the Trapped in the Closet parody they did a lot:

Jimmy’s interview skills always make him seem like a sexual predator. I think we can pretty much assume that she was just dead tired of fucking him. At the same time, it was probably a relief for him to not have to listen to that 800th joke with her pretending to be a racist. She is the comedic equivalent of the Barack Obama New Yorker cover.

Full coverage of this in our forthcoming article on the intricacies of your next public divorce.

Apologies in advance for this post, my attention span has been in absolute shambles lately.

design won’t save the world

Rock Band saved her marriage

Listening assignments

i’d watch generation kill but i just killed hbo

from here

liquor store lease is up

koons brings kitsch to versailles

richard blakeley is always entertaining

Miami Vice: The Complete Collection

new Sigur Ros

at least tony blair’s having fun

Links to enjoy

ten best outfits for babies

What makes young men angry

Frightened Rabbit:

I can’t really name any of their song titles, but the Twilight Sad record has dominated a lot of our year. As far as current stuff goes, there’s this artist called Leona Lewis in the UK, who released this great single. The rest of her album sucks really bad, but I think she’s just kind of reaching over to the U.S. I wouldn’t expect Pitchfork to cover her because she’s a total r&b kind of artist, but she released this one great song called “Bleeding Love”, which I really liked. It had kind of dark lyrics for pop music.

We don’t keep up to date with current trends, just whatever comes to our ears, so we’ve been listening to TV on the Radio. “Wolf Like Me” was one of those that really got me. We listen to a lot of pop music. That kind of is really important to us to get a kind of pop grounding in our melody. We’re not lucky enough to have a CD player, so we listen to the radio. It’s a lot of pop chart stuff.

I just heard and really liked this great record by the Born Ruffians. Our tour manager had it on the van. There’s this Scottish band he played us as well, called Close Lobsters. I’d never heard of [them], and Americans tell me about this band who came from my country [laughs]. They almost made it sound really like Echo and the Bunnymen and the Cure and stuff like that.


No migrant workers? that’s terrible

herpes is everywhere

from here

don’t screw with the airlines

I really hope this gets put on David Remnick’s tombstone. Jesus:

About five weeks ago we were about two hours from running a cover of Obama in a Brooklyn Dodger’s uniform, sliding into home. And his number was #42. And anyone with even a little bit of knowledge of baseball history knows this is Jackie Robinson. So this was kind of a turn on Obama being the Jackie Robinson of American politics – in a way – and no doubt people on the Obama campaign would not have found it offensive — they would have immediately understood what we were trying to say, that Obama had jumped an enormous historical barrier. The only reason I yanked it was because it turned out someone had already done this, used this image on some political baseball cards. So I unfortunately held back that really good image…

oprah drives me wild

hippos versus crocs

sexist Klondike commercial

This guy’s images are incredible.

The end is in sight

stop us if you’ve heard this before

i want love but it’s impossible

More from Arm’s Way

Pitchfork: So is Emma a real person, and is that her real name?

JV: Real person. real name. I won’t divulge too much, but it’s not a fake name. And it’s not a fake person. I guess that’s the best answer I can say: It’s not a fake name and it’s not a fake person. But it’s not her real name and it’s not a real person either. Do you get what I’m saying? If it wasn’t for this person’s privacy, I’d be able to talk pretty freely about this subject on a personal level. The record’s about not her. It’s about my struggles through years of dealing with the aftermath of lost love and longing and just mediocrity and just bad news, like life stuff. And in the [record], where the title comes from, the lyrics are actually a conversation between me and another girl, not this Emma character.

That’s like the entire Emily Gould Josh Stein conflict in one quote.

Erica likes music

murdoch on obama

amanda visell’s one hell of an illustrator

tony snow in the bush white house

the new republic on the jezebelles

Julia is not happy.

let’s go to philly

jews are hotter in england

christians love obama

No migrant workers? that’s terrible

previously on lost: the band

is he a racist?

what happened to ralph ellison by norman podhoretz

stereotypes aren’t so bad

why arrested development was cancelled

hippos versus crocs

the times versus the voice

sexist Klondike commercial

This guy’s images are incredible.

The end is in sight

venture capital dominated

guy ritchie hates gays

silliman does way better links than us

i like this girl’s blg:

i dont know what has changed over the past week, but i’ve been thinking about him alot. and in a different way. i blew him off all weekend without a second thought, but the momenti started my drive home i regretted my brusqueness and all i could think was how much i wanted to see him. we’re going to dinner tomorrow after my pop pop’s funeral.

last night i found myself thinking about him as i fell asleep, and then i dreamt that i blew him off one more time and he told me he never wanted to speak to me again, and i felt lost and sad and empty without him.

hooker on the way to the hospital

if the new cowboys stadium was a bug, i’d step on it.

the times taking lame potshots at Fox News

lindsay lohan’s clothing line

reihan’s mixtape

why the fuck is the new republic reviewing Hellboy 2. I saw it yesterday, if you don’t want to sleep for an hour, don’t bother

it’s just a goddamned cracker

Claudia Catalina

Vice slumber party on the moon

bad idea

when astronauts poop in space

how much do we love this ad?

Snoop Dogg:

Barack Obama makes me feel good to be a black man. Just seeing him up there representin’ intelligently and really knowing what he talking about and defending his shit even when they try and shoot at him. The old president and baby girl — Bill and Hill — they tried to double-wop on him — boo bop. But he have enough game to get out of that.

katie holmes isn’t too into her thighs

redskins. cheerleaders. indian. cricket. here.

some people are blacker than others

america’s mightiest swizzle stick

this dude is a racist a-hole

anal ain’t that bad

spoiled northwesterners

not a sex offender

Alex Carnevale is the editor of This Recording. He tumbls here.




this girl called automatic win


Rachel Kramer Bussel

anal retentive






“Volcano (’97 demo)” – Damien Rice (mp3)

“Volcano (instrumental)” – Damien Rice (mp3)


The future was meow.

The universe was shaped like your brain.

The heart is shaped like your television.


2 thoughts on “In Which We Are Almost There

  1. oh you took me on a little trip there. i hadnt heard about sarah/jimmy breaking up & i felt so upset! but i kept reading and then i got to frightened rabbit!! and oh god i love them so much, so i very much appreciated you bringing me back up from the floor with that. whew.

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