EDIT: Unfortunately the only copy available on YouTube at the moment has been removed BUT click on this link to GagaDaily.Com to watch. ENJOY!

EDIT: Video below…

How could they tease me this way?!

Stay tuned for the full length video for “Video Phone” FINALLY premiering tomorrow (November 17th) on MTV Jams. I don’t have this channel so I’ll have to find it online somehow.

Download the Video Phone Extended Remix Feat. Lady Gaga here:

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What do you guys think? I think I’m gonna like this new video. I KNOW I will.

UPDATE: According to the MTV account for @MTVJams, the video for “Video Phone” will be released on Nov. 17th (Tuesday next week) instead of Nov. 23rd as originally planned after the botched release date of Nov.5th. In response to someone, @MTVJams expalins…:

@Prince_Aly video phone coming tuesday …sneak peak starting monday

They’ll be airing 30 second clips on the Monday before during every hour as a teaser for the complete video on Tuesday.

Let’s hope they don’t fuck up with some “technical difficulties” like they first did earlier this month.

The song’s debuted on PerezHilton and have since been uploaded to YouTube and I’ve even managed to find mp3 copies to keep on my iPod. The only thing similar between these two songs is the artists and the running “phone” theme. They’re as different as the performers yet both songs will have you dancing in your seat by the end. All we need now is the actual video for “Video Phone” to air. WHEN, BEYONCE, WHEN??!!

Below are the YouTube video’s for both singles. Brought to you for your listening pleasure!

Lady GaGa Feat. Beyonce = “Telephone”

Beyonce Feat. Lady GaGa – “Video Phone Extended Mix”

Levi's 'Go Forth' Campaign

As of lately, I’ve been seeing several Levi’s commercials on LOGO that really caught my attention. The commercials are simple and show a collage of young men and women dancing and frolicking around a camp fire while they tackle and horse around with one another. To offset the chaos on screen, the commercial was back up by Will Geer’s strong and bold voice reading an excerpt of Walt Whitman’s poem ‘Pioneers! O Pioneers!.’ The commercials are really inspiring and make me want to go out and start a (Bey) revolution. I think what they set out to do with those shorts clips definitely transcend the emotions and ideas had by my generation: that urge to want to break out into the world, create new rules and new stories.

Below is one version of the many ‘Go Forth’ commercials as well as a second that used Whitman’s original recording for his other poem ‘America.’

‘Pioneers! O Pioneers!’

COME my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the
seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines
within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high
plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental
blood intervein’d,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the
Northern,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
(bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d
mistress,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly
fill’d,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d.
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,
Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life’s involv’d and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions
pressing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!
Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait
behind,
We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your
work,)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding
on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it
wind,
Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

-Walt Whitman

Levi's 'Go Forth' Campaign 2

‘America’

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair’d in the adamant of Time.

-Walt Whitman

Zombies at the carnival.

Yes! Today is THE day. The day when zombies roam the world; picking off people one-by-one. Okay…well maybe not exactly BUT it is the day when the much anticipated movie ‘Zombieland’ hits theaters and isn’t that just as good?…Better?…Best?

My usual routine during Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is to hop on the bus between my two classes and do one of two things: Do homework for my second class or…sleep. Don’t worry. This time I did some homework. Anyways, as I sat in the empty food court surrounded by abandoned chairs and messy tables, watching older folks get their daily cardio (I know, right?) I watched as people began to slowly pour into the theater between the Subway and the Johnny Rockets burger joint. I wanted nothing more than to ditch class and buy my ticket to see ‘Zombieland’ right then and there. Alas, I did have to be at school and decided to put my wants aside and get back on the bus. As soon as History class was over with I dashed out the door and to the mall with my wallet in hand.

I’ve been waiting for this movie to be released ever since Abigail Breslin was confirmed for the role of ‘Little Rock.’ Back then, I wasn’t completely aware of the Zombieland story line but knew it was (obviously) set in a post apocalyptic U.S. and that was about it. There wasn’t much more information out then until more and more gossip began to flood the message board and blogs so it was a pleasant surprise when the poster and trailer for the film appeared on the internet. All this was just feeding my curiosity as to how the movie was going to be when it was all good and done. well, today I found out…

The film opened with a close up of a small American flag waving in the breeze and a blurry shot of an off center white house in the background. As the angle straightens out, we see that the flag is a hood ornament on an overturned secret service car in the middle of a street littered in bodies, blood, and several more wrecked cars. It’s here where we’re introduced to Jesse Eisenberg’s character “Columbus” as he narrates his experience and giving us a little bit of back story. This is also when we come to realize that the desolate street is being filmed by him even when a zombie sprints out from around a totaled car and lunges after him. Its then that we zoom out and look down on a slowly rotating world burning and cracking in the heat, revealing the ‘Zombieland’ logo. What follows are several slow motion shots of people chased and attacked by the reanimated citizens of a dying world.

Right off the bat, the laughs start off as Columbus recalls his ‘Zombieland Rules of Surviving a Zombie Outbreak’ (Check out some of the rules at ShootForTheHead) and cut scenes of a woman having her ankle nawd on, a zombie attacking a man in a bathroom stall, and a heavy set jogger running across a football field while a blood drenched corpse chases after him on the field. Of course, what would attacking zombies be with out the buckets of blood spewing out of every open sore. Literally, every scene involving a member of the undead had endless amounts of red vomit flying out of their tightly clenched teeth. Even the zombie kids spew out discolored liquid directly into the air. As I was watching the film I wondered how many gallons of fake blood were used to create the bloody scenes. Of course, some of it was computer generated but it was done so well that you overlook it and completely enjoy whats going on in front of you. The movie is a really smooth ride through the twisted world overrun by the cannibalistic men and women sprinting towards defenseless members of the community. It mixes horror and comedy perfectly with subtle character awkwardness and random surprises by unseen zombies that make you  jump happily in your seat.

*SPOILER ALERT*

Perhaps the funniest scene was when they meet Bill Murray at his house in Beverly Hills after searching for a comfortable place to sleep. How do they find themselves at the Murray estate? After a long cross country drive inside a yellow hummer with the number ’3′ painted onto it’s doors, Columbus, Tallahassee, Little Rock, and Wichita find themselves driving down the chaotic and dead Los Angeles street overrun by zombies feeding on anything that used to have a pulse. Wanting a good nights rest, they decided to take a Star Map and find themselves at a gate with the initials ’M.B.” Thats right. Bill Murray. But is he a zombie? Will they bring themselves to shoot and kill the beloved comic? You’ll have to watch the movie. That’s not a spoiler I want to give away but this particular section in the movie had everyone in the theater dying of laughter.

The movie doesn’t lose track of what it is or add unnecessary plots and twists to the storyline that take longer for it to really move along. It moves at a nice pace, allowing you to retain full attention on whats going on with the characters and the plot. It doesn’t try to be anything its not. It is a horror comedy with a bit of sweetness thrown into the mix. ‘Zombieland’ will definitely keep you engaged and eager to see how the characters will survive the murderous plague. It’s a ride worth getting on and finishing and will leave you with a smile across your face. See how long you can survive in Zland and get your ass to a theater to see this feel good movie. NOW!

-Christian Ivann

Every since I was little I would always find it extremely easy to fall asleep in any moving car. I guess its the constant motion and rocking back and forth that cradled me to sleep. Now as a twenty-two year old  kid I still find it extremely pleasing to pass out in the middle of a long drive. Thankfully, I’m not the one driving. Today, while on a drive to Clairemont and after a sleepless night, I found myself dozing off in the passenger seat while listening to my iPod. As I lay my head against the window, hearing the engine rumble and feeling the seatbelt dig into the right side of my neck, I started to think back on the times I would crawl down off the backseat of my dads old BMW and curl up into a bad on the floor while using the cushion as a pillow. Afterwards, diving deeper and deeper into unconsciousness and the song humming in my ears and thought about other strange places I’ve slept in: the restroom, basket swing, church, school, the mall, and the neighbors bed but then the time I spent the night with aunts in Tijuana, Mexico came into my mind. Why? I dont know. I blame my A.D.D.

It was a hot summer night and I was dying from the heat inside my aunts small, cramped house surrounded by broken washer machines and other pieces of scrap metal contained inside an old wooden fence. I’m not sure how old I was but I was pretty young. We lay in the hot living room drenched in sweat and sticking to the furniture underneath our hot bodies; watching E.T. re-dubbed in Spanish. I remember feeling really tired from the heat when my aunt asked if I wanted to step outside to let the cool air hit my face. I agreed and she led me outside to through the maze of scrap until we stood at the edge of the eroding sidewalk where concrete met the dirt road.

“Can you see the lights?” I remember her asking in Spanish.

Looking up at her then at the walls surrounding us, I replied, “Where?”

“Over there. There are tons of them.”

“I can’t see,” I said,  standing on the tips of my bare feet as if it would actually make a difference to my short stature.

Skyline

Just like that, my aunt swooped down and picked me up in her arms so I could see what she saw. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The far off skyline of Tijuana looked like it was covered in Christmas lights that blink wildly under the black sky. It was like a glowing forest from another planet with rivers of red and white lights flowing through it like blood through my veins. I stared off into the distance with astonishment all over my face. Nothing but lights that appeared to go on forever. Feeling a sense of excitement, I smiled wide and with boldly added, “Can we go there?”

“Of course,” my aunt added.

“Can we go right now?!”

Laughing her sweet giggle, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Not right now. It’s almost time for to go to sleep.”

“So!” I replied, “Please!?”

“It’s too late.”

“Can I go?” I turned to my aunt who was still gazing out at the view and wrapped my tiny arm around her shoulders.

“Of course!,” she added. “You can go wherever you want.”

“I’m gonna go there one day and I’m going to live there,” I turned to her again.

Laughing again, she took me down from her hip and we walked back into the warm house.

Everytime I look over the small fence surrounding the perimeter of my backyard I think back to this specific memory and just take in the moment. I suppose this is when my infatuation with living in the center of a big city surrounded by neon lights began. All those years before I told my aunt I’d do something and I’m going to accomplish it. No matter what. Unfortunately, she will never see me move to such a place because she has recently passed away from cancer. All this said, I’m making my dream come true. It might take some time but the words said during that summer night will materialize into a life I owe to her; for showing me the world through her eyes and believing that I could and will do anything I dream of. She was my biggest fan and, unfortunately, I will never be able to personally thank her for believing in my young hopes. This one is for her. My aunt: I love you. Thank you. Goodbye.

-Christian Ivann

Blog best read with Story of the Year’s ‘Sidewalks’ playing in the background.