I’m digging the new Fountains of Wayne album. I dig all the Fountains of Wayne albums but feel technologically compelled to now say that “I’m digging the new Fountains of Wayne album.”
Author: luke
Born in Iowa City a few days after John Kennedy was shot and killed. Grew up in Minneapolis, on Lake Calhoun. Southwest High. University of MN. Lived in a two-room cabin in the woods on Lake Superior. Cabin on South Long Lake. There's a lake theme developing here.
The Grover BORGquist
The Grover BORGquist descended upon the Publicant’s and entered the party through the bottom, taking the easy path past the least of them; then veered right again and captured most of the rest of them. They signed themselves over, pledging themselves to assimilation with the BORGquist, They gave in and gave up on independent thought and action. (‘Rolled over and took it up the sick bay,’ might say.)
Meanwhile at the Democantina, all hell was breaking loose again. The party was on, everyone was represented – locals, freaks, foreigners – and everybody was demanding to be heard, like barkers at some whacked out baazar and there was no order because there were too many people and too many opinions; factions; ‘factionistas’ one man opined. Cantinacrats. But the music was good.
Simply Noted
The final bill for the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, a new Brown University study says, will come to between $3,700,000,000,000 and $4,400,000,000,000 ($3.7 Trillion and $4.4 Trillion), including nation-building efforts; the cost of providing medical care, services and long-term benefits to veterans; and interest on what the U.S. borrowed to fund the wars.
Equalized to Insanity
My daughter is now six and so liking her music and the music she likes is what you hear on KDWB. I know this because she asked me to tune to KDWB in our van on the way home from the cabin, which I did.
Now if you were ever at the Saloon or Gay 90s in the 80s you would believe as I do that much of this KDWB music has got to have been produced by the same dudes who were making all that 180+ BPM super-charged gay disco back then. But they spike the treble weirdly now, apparently to accentuate the teeth-grating auto-tune. After a while I just kind of wanted to punch someone.
But my daughter thinks it’s all cool so I’m prepping myself for music negotiations that will undoubtedly take place in the years to come. How often will Led Zeppelin win out over Lady GaGa?
It is my van.
what lies on its back
Popsicle stick
so totally underappreciated
brilliant and at the very beginning!
Yeah!! amazingly well edited – brilliant! again.
Quite honestly, I just don’t trust this guy.
Maybe you’ve seen him on the gas pump of a SuperAmerica. He’s there with his craggy misshapen beard, the sparse comb-over, logger shirt, and check it out – closed eyes. This guy looks dangerous to me. I have this feeling that as soon as Becky completes the transaction on her end (let’s call her Becky), this dude’s going to poke a knife into her, grab handfuls of cash from the register, and bug out of that place right quick. Look at him. He’s not right. He’s just not right. She’s kind of hot though.
But there’s also this Skintastic guy. Check out the pencil-thin mustache and the creepy leering. Don’t trust him. Again, she’s kind of hot.
So few Americans
“I said that no party held the privilege of dictating to me how I should vote. That if party loyalty was a form of patriotism, I was no patriot, and that I didn’t think that I was much of a patriot anyway, for oftener than otherwise what the general body of Americans regarded as the patriotic course was not in accordance with my views; that if there was any valuable difference between being an American and a monarchist it lay in the theory that the American could decide for himself what is patriotic and what isn’t; whereas the king could dictate the monarchist’s patriotism for him – a decision which was final and must be accepted by the victim; that in my belief I was the only person in the sixty millions – with Congress and the Administration back of the sixty million – who was privileged to construct my patriotism for me.”
Mark Twain
From his biography and prior to 1911
We are so many monarchists
And so few Americans
learn after you leap
“Scientists concluded that … frogs learned to leap before they learned how to land,” which is obvious at one level, I suppose, but also inspiring at another. Not only for many of us who experience a certain amount of trepidation when up against that moment that separates the leapers from the losers, but for frogs, as well, who’ve been relegated to croaking, slow-moving blobs by much of popular culture.
It’s hard to learn how to land without leaping first, but having the fortitude to leap first is where the excitement begins. Suddenly, I wish I were more like a frog.
Luke Soiseth 