Apparently Paul McCartney played Ram On by request last night, I’m still happy I went with PFTompkins, one of the best comedy shows I’ve attended.
Oh, hello there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it. I thought I’d check in with a feel good list of things I’ve been digging lately. Upbeat, crowd pleaser.
The Best Show, and WFMU in general. As everyone else seemingly rushes to get the chip implanted in their heads, it’s nice to revel in simpler, anachronistic pleasures. […]
Some miscellany (aka I haven’t posted in a while)
It’s certainly jarring to have your morning coffee and crossword interrupted by an SUV ramming into a brick wall 30 feet from your bedroom window
In the same vein as my hypothetical dogs’ names (Tug Boat and Robert Zimmerman), I present the names of my fictional race horse […]
I will never understand the appeal of True Blood. It’s so junky. While we’re at it, a few others things I will never understand: UFC (dumb and violent) and Sublime.
I just finished watching Moon and have sort of a strange complaint, the movie falls on a sword of it’s own initial success. Moon started so fast, answering questions almost as quickly as I could come up with them, and so well that I couldn’t help but be disappointed when the film slipped into traditional […]
Yesterday I bought a newspaper, a book and a record, went to a brick and mortar store and had them place an order on my behalf over the phone, and watched a baseball game, on broadcast TV, from start to finish. What year is it again? 1957?
Analog Digital Nightmare:
The sky is falling
This post will only obliquely be about basketball
An interesting take on facebook by Mark Cuban. The article hints at some of the issues underlying my decision to opt out of facebook. Foremost, any commoditization of personal information makes me uncomfortable, I don’t think facebook has sinister aims, but they are certainly treading on a very […]
Record Store Day was the most fun I’ve ever had spending $120. I haven’t queued up outside a brick and mortar store since lining up outside a Tower Records in high school for Radiohead tickets. There is no finer way to start a Saturday morning then getting rained on with weird dudes in Devo hats. […]
Ted Leo blew out my ear drums, and I loved it.
