August 2010


This Saturday capped off a week-long celebration of the birth of my roommate. It included a soccer game, a baseball game and a delicious lunch with not one but two incredible desserts. It also included a trip to her favorite bar where, in true fashion, she danced the night away. I am not a dancer. This graph accurately depicts my relationship with dancing:

Let me apologize, by the way, for my 5th grader approach to the graph. I have the technological understanding of an AARP member, and my big sister inherited all of the family art skills.

If anything gets me to break it down, beside liquid courage (or, often, accompanied by liquid courage), it’s the following three songs. They are my kryptonite.

1.)  Little Secrets by Passion Pit

Passion Pit has been around for a little while, but I just recently got into them. Mainly, I used to have a pretentious approach to electronic music that I no longer hold. Besides, any song that includes the talent of P.S. 22 in their chorus is OK by me. Listening to this song, not only can I not resist breaking into spontaneous dance, I can hardly keep from smiling:

2.) I Don’t Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters

Man oh man do I love this song. Scissor Sisters are such a fun band and every part of this song is so carefree that you get the feeling that there’s no wrong way to bust a move to it. Which is perfect since my signature move is (inexplicably) one hand over my head while making a kissy face.

3.) We Are Golden s by Mika

More Eurotrash! This music video shows that Mika is aware that his music lends itself to dancing around in one’s bedroom in one’s underwear. Keep living the dream, Mika.

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One the failings of this blog that I am most likely to cop to is its irregular nature. Partially, I post irregularly because I only write a post when I think I have a really good post, to avoid the “forced” feeling that some blogs have. And partially, I’m really lazy. You’re talking to someone who ate pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner yesterday because it was in front of her, afterall.

As a partial remedy, I will be introducing “Music Mondays.” Each Monday, I’ll post a music-oriented post featuring three songs; basically the same format that “zOMG” was written in. Hopefully I can stick to this self-imposed obligation! I will take suggestions for topics (“are there three country songs you don’t hate, Pintje?”) as well as offers to guest-write these via email (pintjeblog [at] gmail [dot] com). Without further ado, let’s get to my first one!

Finn and I love exposed brick. I think it all dated back to our good friend Adam offering to throw a New Years Eve party back in high school, with the parental imposed condition that we limit ourselves to their home’s enormous, albeit unfinished, basement. “Exposed brick,” yelled Adam, “people pay good money for that!” Indeed they do. There have been several times that Finn and I have enjoyed ourselves at house parties and she has pointed, like a wise sage, to a wall in the home built of brick, as if to say “you know why.” If we show up at a bar and aren’t sure we want to stay, we find the exposed brick, order some drinks beneath it, and wait for the night to get awesome. And it always does.

I have a similar theory regarding horns. If Finn wants me to listen to a song, she just g-chats it to me with the message ‘HORRNNNSSS!!!1″. I don’t know what it is, but I’m a sucker. A good horn solo can take a mundane song to the next level, as far as I’m concerned.  Check out these three songs and see for yourself!

1.) “Shape of My Heart” by Noah and the Whale

Who doesn’t love mariachi bands?

2.) “Hard to Live in the City” by Albert Hammond Jr.

The horns in this song don’t show up until the last 2 minutes, which is, in my opinion, the highlight of the song. But don’t fast forward until the end; that’s cheating. You’ve got to earn the horns in this one!

3.) “God Put A Smile Upon Your Face” by Mark Ronson featuring the Daptone Horns

This song came out right around the time I was getting sick of the original, which is by Coldplay and considerably more famous. It’s from the album “Version”, which is a collection of cover versions produced by Mark Ronson and one of my favorite records of the last few years. I’m sure there will eventually be a Music Monday that doesn’t featuer a song off of Version, but that day isn’t today. Also, it isn’t any day in the future. My favorite part of this song is the trumpet solo. Heaven.

There you have it! As always, I look forward to any and all comments. If you have a favorite song featuring horns, please share it!

I have great friends, and I have great readers (and to be honest there is a lot of overlap  between the two). This morning, for instance, I had an email from friend and occasional commentator Hollywood with the subject “Emergency Blog Post.” Accompanying a link was the following message: “It doesn’t even have to be a long post.  Just the words STOP and that picture with a circle and line.”

What, you ask, would inspire such impending sense of doom? Feast your eyes on this:

MAKE IT STOP.

There it is. After months and months of assuring myself that the Justin Bieber Phenomeon was a passing fade, not worthy of a Pintje post, he shows up in the pages of Elle Magazine. ELLE MAGAZINE! In the name of all that is holy, I feel some discussion is necessary.

For those of you still unaware of who Justin Bieber is (Mom and Dad I am looking at you), he’s a 16 year old pop singer from Canada who, armed with catchy pop songs and an enjoyable singing voice, has somehow worked his way into semi-legitimate hip hop channels. He also looks like a lesbian.

To be fair, he’s annoying in the same way all other ojects of tween affection have been. Only, Donny Osmond and the Hanson brothers were thankfully not alive in the age of 24/7 media. Accordingly, “The Biebs” as he is semi-affectionately called, is everywhere. As the aforementioned Elle Magazine featurette makes painfully obvious, people with the power to stop this choose not to, and so his reign over pop culture continues. My only saving grace here is that he appears in the spread with Kim Kardashian, and not someone that anyone takes seriously. Ms. Kardashian, of course, is famous solely for being rich and having a “leaked” sex tape with an old boyfriend. She now has a reality show where she relents what it’s like to have a demanding life, without ever once explaining (or showing!) what it is she does every day.

One good thing to come from the Justin Bieber / information superhighway mix is summarized in his Wikipedia page (via an entire section) as “target for criticism and pranksters.” (Tip of the hat to my good friend and fellow blogger Gastronomiquelle for finding that one!). Possibly my favorite of these pranks was the now infamouus Send Justin Bieber to North Korea stunt. As a promotion for his upcoming “My World Tour,” fans were encouraged to vote for which country, of about 30, the young singer was to visit next. I bet you can guess which totalitarian dictatorship won!

Finally, for all those of you who think it’s petty to pick on a 16 year old;

1. I have already established that I’m not above it, and

2. As long as I pay for my lunch in change while this kid drives his Ferrari to hang out with P.Diddy, petty will be my middle name.