Monday, July 27, 2015

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs



                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right




                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:



And 

pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Advertising on Beach Sloth



                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:

                pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com

                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

#Urananimal by Nicholas Spence



                #Urananimal demands to be read aloud. Flow moves the piece forward. The reader must surrender themselves to the currents held within every forward slash. Attempts to find patterns are greatly rewarded. Variations on the language give the book a timeless quality. Within the giant rivers of text there are ways to discover the true meaning of these many words. Nicholas Spence opts for extreme speed with his collection. Yet underneath the currents are commonalities that manage to bind the entire piece together.  

                Themes about death, America, and poetry abound throughout the collection. Many times the death is quite literal. Nicholas Spence mentions death or alludes to it multiple times. Repetition of these musings help to give the giant blocks of text a level of consistency. America gets a number of mentions. From the “sun glass wear community college” to references to Tennessee and Dan Rather (some of the few proper nouns to be found in the collection) Nicholas Spence rushes forth with an inordinate amount of energy. 

                Poetry tries to bring the thing together. The few uses of repetition try to mimic a natural rhythm and stand out for their unusual placement. Nearly all of the collection refuses to re-use the same lines. A few moments the poetry rhymes yet these are extremely rare moments. The rhymed poetry does work well when said aloud for it shows off flair. Whenever these rhymed sections appear they reinforce the notion that #Urananimal ought to be spoken and not read. 

                #Urananimal gains enormous power when spoken aloud. Every block of text is perfectly broken up by the forward slash. This usage is important. By letting the forward slashes serve as a pause it gives off the impression that the language is speaking rather than simply being written. With this level of engagement the work has the requirement of needing to be read aloud. 

                Aspects of the poem work with and against the idea of technology. Over the course of the piece there are allusions to the Internet and its ecosystem. The original birthplace of these poems was from a Twitter account of Nicholas Spence’s creation. Even the hashtag in #Urananimal’s title indicates a certain fondness for the medium. It certainly helps that these are tweet-length sections. Yet the entire thing once pieced together becomes something much larger. #Urananimal is an epic poem collection for and by the Internet. If the Dadaists were still around they would be proud to claim #Urananimal as one of their own.  

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Spoon – They Want My Soul



                Spoon is the critical darling of the nebulous genre indie rock. Not afraid of pop structures they have embraced them. At their most adventurous they remain remarkably accessible. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, Spoon's album dedicated to infants, did particularly well in the charts. Following up with the more minimal Transference they have been doing their own thing for quite some time and generally being pretty successful. With They Want My Soul they reveal what has made them successful: a deal with the devil who has co-signed all of their hooks. 

                They Want My Soul reveal a prominent use of keyboards. Yes they have had these in the background before but the electronics appear to be particularly strong on this outing. Hearing an ambient introduction to a Spoon song feels a bit strange considering how rock focused Spoon usually is. A few of the songs sound a bit out of character for Spoon like “New York Kiss”. On that song the opener feels akin to Hot Chip not Spoon. Still they manage to put their own style onto the thing. Nor do the electronic flourishes end there but transform into the song’s backbone. 

                Pop still rules Spoon’s world. Unlike The Strokes and Interpol, those other early 2000s bands (yeah sure, Spoon began in the late 90s but the 2000s showed them hit their stride so it counts as 2000s) Spoon has managed to keep the quality consistent. Spoon is one of those bands that are in it for the long haul. Beginning with a debut that was good but not great they have paced themselves appropriately. Whereas a lot of their peers disappeared or fell out of critical acclaim, Spoon has been able to effectively offer up roughly the same thing. 

                Can They Want My Soul offer anything new under Spoon’s sonic sun? Probably not but that’s okay too.

Deanna Havas for - For Gene McHugh’s - When all of my friends are on at once memories of being online



                The early days of the Internet were different. The hedges hadn’t gone up. Everything continued to be free without shame. Life was a utopian MEME in the early days of the Internet. Sure there were things that cost money but those were far and few between. Freedom rang through Windows liberty bells sounding the calls of the wild slow Internet speeds. 

                Everything is faster online thanks to the demand. The economics of scale deem it necessary to begin to charge for things. People spend entire lifetimes online oftentimes spending more time online than offline. Such experience is not unusual rather it is gradually becoming the norm. Long ago the Internet was a much freer place. No one central location existed. Click-bait hadn’t come about and everything was way weirder than it needed to be. 

                Graphics were strange awkward things. People learned about graphics together from teachers who barely understood what they were teaching. The experience was odd. Each picture represented something overly cute and under-useful. Bright colors reflected the early naïve sensibilities that began the Internet. From the beginning the Internet was created to safeguard the world or something, bringing individuals together to communicate in case the world ended. Somewhere along the line that military-industrial complex function translated into cat MEMEs. Nobody can precisely point out when that happened. It simply happened. 

                People played with the imagery. Some aspects of the images (those deemed ‘classy’) were given a cost. Early on that was a warning sign. A select few might have absurdly paid the fee. Most others were content to wander about the Internet free to take whatever they could get while the getting was good. Of course the time cost money. The Internet speeds were woeful initially with kids staying up all night waiting for online images to print for school.

                With such a slow start it is incredible to believe how much everything has progressed. Nostalgia for the early Internet runs deep. Many of the early incarnations of the Internet have either disappeared completely or gotten sleek. A few rare artifacts remain. Geocities is gone, completely gone. Myspace is gone basically. Some other sites remain lingering around reminding individuals of the halcyon days of the early web of that initial big burst of optimism, the unknown before it became known. The maps of the Internet now easily guide everyone to everywhere neatly packaging experiences, bundling them and shepherding people towards unified common experiences. This is the era of mass customization within the same templates.