No sick, perverse, grotesque, near-bacchanalian celebrations this year. No Mardi Gras for me, and for the first time ever. I'm fucking depressed about it, and the reality of all the fun craziness I'll be missing hit me just now, like a mean left hook. Why it hasn't sunk in until now I can't explain ( Read more... )

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It may sound dumb to many of you, but even now I can't give up the possibility (or what was once a probability) of pursuing academia for a living due to the simple reason that I love books so goddamn much. I'm a weird bird, I know. But fuck it: I love reading books, discussing them, writing about them, even reading criticism that would bore anyone ( Read more... )

Jens Lekman's album, "Oh You're So Silent Jens", is the best album of 2005, I'm beginning to think. Gary, you need to hear it, if only for his sampling of Calvin Johnson. He sings along with Calvin and the moment is nothing short of magic.

That it all.

I can actually feel myself growing fatter. Over the past two wonderful, work-free days I have eaten an uncharacteristic amount of chocolate, mostly Godiva truffles and about a pound of Choxie. Belgians rule. But how do they stay so thin ( Read more... )

I sold a cd to Charles Barkley at work the other day. He was very nice. I don't know why, but it took everything in me to keep from cracking up right in front of him. Something about the guy makes me laugh. Maybe it's his fucking huge cranium, or that smirk he always wears on his face, or perhaps it was a nervous reaction to meeting one of the best ( Read more... )

FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE ( Read more... )

The best beer for drinking in the shower is Negro Modelo Especial. I once tried dark beer but it's not suitable. Gets too hot in there ( Read more... )

Can white English boys really sing the blues? Not really. I'm was listening to a collection of very old Stones songs, most of which were covers of old Delta and Chicago blues covers, and it's obvious to me that Mick Jagger is imitating but not feeling whatever is inherent in guys like Howlin' Wolf and Robert Johnson when they breathe, speak, move ( Read more... )