For the record, soccer is still stupid. Just because Dave Eggers has a piece about soccer in slate doesn't magically make soccer the new favorite sport of all reasonably erudite Americans. If the literati of previous generations only had soccer to write about, then I guarantee you that neither Updike nor Whitman nor Twain would've bothered to write ( Read more... )

No joke, there's a captain with the Indiana State Police Commercial Vehicle Enforcement division named Brent Bible.

Nice.

I woke up at 3:00 this morning, which is a bitch, because I have to be at work at 4:45. So I had some fun playing around with the really lame sounding amp simulators in the new GarageBand. I love being 14 sometimes.

Clearly my new, albeit temporary bachelor lifestyle is not working out well for me.

I think it sucks that this kid was just one arm short of getting worshiped by Śaivites for the rest of his life. That's one less than you.

Long overdue, after recording Dreaming last night, I finally got around to recording my favorite REM song in the whole world, Try Not to Breath.

I've been playing this Loudon Wainwright song on piano a lot lately. The guy must've been a craggy old man in utero. That's what makes this song so charming, in spite of its resemblance to "poems" posted by my gothed-out high school girlfriends to their little angelfire pages ( Read more... )

Best thing I've done with my summer yet: Doing a ride down to Bedford and back with nothing on my shuffle but "Trapped in the Closet."

The man in the cabinet was a MIDGET! A fucking MIDGET!!

*drip*

I'd probably get more done these days if I'd stop writing little, dirty songs to send to my girlfriend. Oh well.

I had a dream about you and me last night ( Read more... )

Ok, here's what I'm saying about Robert Samels.

I have never known anyone more dedicated to filling each of his available seconds with something productive. In terms of his musical/professional life, he lived it eerily like he was going to die at 25.

fuck.