In every community there always exists the underdog, and in the many factions of this particular local music community, I've heard names saddled with the unfortunate term "underrated" too many times to count or even remember who might have trudged under the doom of this overused word. I, myself, have bandied about this tag as well (I'm about to do ( Read more... )

It is 10:00 AM, I have been up for six and a half hours -- the terrible cold that has settled in my chest has made this possibility come true. I am now starting to get tired, but I have only been at work for three hours and my plan is to make it 'til 7:00 PM so I will make all of my hours this week. I must leave slightly early on Wednesday for a ( Read more... )

I love movies. I also hate them. I just spent the last 15 minutes checking out some new trailers and I'm frustrated to find that, once again, hollywood script writers are mining superior stories from novels for the silver screen. I find it sort of surprising that Myla Goldberg's best-selling debut, Bee Season, was optioned by Fox Searchlight, ( Read more... )

Published in the Times Online on August 28, this piece about regenerative genes in a certain species of rather remarkable mice gives me hope that one day I'll be able to sever off my ugly hands and grow new ones.

After yesterday's bout of personal frustration, I was reminded that I am still ridiculously lucky and overall in a very good place. A good talk with Amy helped that a great deal as did a terrible event that kept me awake from 1:00 AM to 5:00 AM. As I laid down for a much needed trip to Sleepytown, I heard the home next door twisting into nothing ( Read more... )

A.) Oh, I need a ballast right now. Obviously there is so much still going on down south, but I unfortunately have too much weary-headed selfishness to ably focus much energy there at the moment. Forgive me. Sleep comes in threes, sometimes fours, but never the recommended eights. I don't know how folks do it. Perhaps it's that none of them ( Read more... )

A diesel-powered weblog that has been documenting everything from a firsthand perspective in New Orleans (through the actual hurricane and everything, it is incredible): http://mgno.com/Read more... )

Okay, most of you have likely seen this already on Sara's blog, but I had to post it because it is so entirely brilliant. A preface: Caleb and Christian Electric and I were at a going away/housewarming joint party for our friend John, who is moving to South Korea, and Nikki, who just moved into John's old place. Sara noted the "Hugh Grant ( Read more... )

This ought to fuck with our sleep schedules this year ( Read more... )

This morning I awoke thinking about Wallace, the punkier and less successful comrade turned enemy of the early '90s pop-metal group Nelson. Gunnar and Matt Nelson, the twin boys of '50s teen-pop sensation Rick Nelson, grandsons of Ozzie and Harriet, whipped their identical flowing flaxen haircuts to such hits as "(Can't Live Without) Your Love and ( Read more... )