A little entry that will seem weird to all who have the new journal added ( Read more... )

I have yet to figure out why someone thought it would be a good idea to have Brand Nubian on VH1's The (White) Rapper ShowMy affinity for MC Serch notwithstanding, I hope it wasn't his idea to get two of the most militant five-percenters in rap and have them talk to a room full of white MC's. No potential hostility. None at all. Especially ( Read more... )

A tragic series of events that began with an attempt on Saddam Hussein's life, continued with the slaughter of 148 presumably-innocent civilians ends with, ironically enough, an attempt on Saddam Hussein's life, this one successful ( Read more... )

Listening to every Paper Chase album is a glimpse into the fractured, twisted imagination of art-rock mastermind John Congleton. With Now You Are One Of Us, however, Congleton turns the paranoid sado-masochism up a notch or four, crafting an angular ballet of discomfort complete with furious, drunken-saloon piano bursts, post-punk guitar shrieks, ( Read more... )

...Random Darryl Superman Pet Peeves List
1) People who incorrectly pronounce Christopher Reeve's last name as "Reeves." Granted, I'm initially inclined to allow people the benefit of the doubt based on the fact that George Reeves played Superman in the 50's, but then I remember that NO ONE ELSE KNOWS THIS (save for fanboys like me who care enough ( Read more... )

Ann Coulter's published attack on a group of 9/11 widows does little in the way of providing new information; nearly every syllable of the woman's pen displays a myopia that would be admirable in its own way, were it not so unrelentingly pernicious. Under normal circumstances, I find Ms. Coulter's eyewitness accounts of her own intestinal activity ( Read more... )

identify through comments. i'll post 'em if you're correct.
( lyric meme )

i love my station.

i miss my station.

it's been so good to be back.

but i have to leave it again.

in case anyone wonders, this is not working, this writing the important things only on paper, letting them stare at me, unresolved, growing and seething and curling around the words that used to be such a relief until the idea of writing just seems ugly, unwieldy and emotionally exhausting ( Read more... )

i must ask for the forgiveness of certain people; i mean no disrespect.a week or so ago, i walked to the broadway bridge, wishing it were sheathed in ice and wishing it were colder, remembering the days when i'd trace the steps of things i knew that made me love portland as much as i do. as it happens, i do have a key whose function i do not ( Read more... )