With your help, we increased the traffic from my site to Shipwire by 550%. Who knew I had you trained so well?
As a reward, I will introduce you to The Hold Steady. I was just turned onto them this morning and they are knocking me on my ass. My favorite song right now is Stuck Between Stations, which reminds me of Springsteen mixed with some of the 80s Minnesota punk-rock bands. The video is below:
Today I went to see Matt Nathanson and Collective Soul at KFOG’s KaBoom show. They were each a lot of fun, although I’m still not huge on the whole big outdoor concert thing. It seems like so much energy is lost. Both of them tried to do the whole call/response thing, but in the SF winds it’s hard to hear anyone singing along.
Anyway, I was intrigued by a tattoo on a guy near me. He was shirtless and had “BURNS” in giant letters across his upper back. I wonder if this is there as a reminder to apply sunblock to that area when he is going to go shirtless, since it burns. On the same token, I speculate that he may have tattoos on his inner thighs that say “chafes”.
I just walked into the men’s restroom at MSP airport and heard a man, who was using the urinal while on his cell phone (I have to admire that level of coordination), say “Well, what about hand grenades?” I guess MSP is known for strange bathroom situations…
Edit: As I walk through the airport saying “No, it’s fine that you’re running late [to pick me up] since it gives me time to see the trained chimps” into my cellphone, I realize context is key. Although I waited until after leaving the restroom to make this call.
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"The motivations of the two killers," [the cover story on Columbine in] People continued, "were hard to fathom." Actually, I had no problem fathoming Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold’s motives. While I didn’t suffer the extreme abuse some of my friends did, I was fucked with enough to spend four years fantasizing about blowing up my high school and everyone in it. I can only imagine the scenarios that must have rolled through Marty’s head on a daily basis. Watching SWAT teams inch their way toward Columbine High, I wasn’t shocked that something like this could happen in a high school. I was shocked that something like this hadn’t happened at any of mine.
Savage doesn’t aim to excuse or justify the actions of those two boys, but he does bring a perspective that was absent in the mainstream media at the time. I was lucky to not have a high school experience like his.
As you can see, this blog continues its timely coverage of current events. In the future, you can look forward to my thoughts on Y2K, 9/11, and the Bush/Gore election.
On Todd’s recommendation, I finally saw Once this weekend and, to use a line from the movie, it’s fucking brilliant. It was beautiful little film, and everyone should see it. I was going to write more, but now I’m dead tired, so instead I’ll go hum Falling Slowly as I get ready for bed.
Sidenote: The amount of time I’ve had this DVD in my possession demonstrates that I am really not getting my money’s worth out of Netflix, so I think I’m going to discontinue my subscription. Goodbye, red paper envelopes.