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I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac. I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a stereo went off the . . . → Read More: Taser Laser
This finely feathered dude was captured using the camera on my iPhone. Fairly amazing. I needed an iPhone about as much as I needed an elephant in my back yard, but since Amazon was fresh out of elephants, I opted for the simpler purchase of the phone. Suffice to say, it’s pimp. As one fellow user . . . → Read More: The iPhone
The limited braintrust of Hollywood. I was meandering around The New York Times online this morning, and after getting disgruntled over the $700 billion buyout of the idiots on Wall Street, I ended up looking at an interactive graph of movie revenue from 1986 to 2008, adjusted for inflation. The layout is what the vagina of a . . . → Read More: Movies in Time
A basic guitar. The first time we crossed paths the Euros seemed perfectly normal. The dude, a skinny, shaved-headed individual tugging on a cigarette, and the girl, sitting there quietly on her towel, both feigned interest in our dogs—asking the typical ‘what kind?’ ‘how old?’ and ‘what’s her name?’ Perfectly normal. On the way back . . . → Read More: The Guitar Dude As I exited Blenders on State Street the other day, I heard a commotion just up the street. I looked up to hear honking and several people running around a few cars. I couldn’t quite make out the details. I got on my bike, balanced with my smoothie, and began my ride down State. Upon . . . → Read More: G-strings and Sorority Girls |
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