No way!

A Skeleton Ed reunion?
Developing…

Wow.

There are times when I find that someone somewhere has written something that suomehow sums up what I’m thinking.
Disco sent me a link to this.

Wear your heart on your sleeves
But as I played my mix tape, and savoured the time and effort that went into its making, I knew, in my heart of hearts, that I would probably never make another. The mix tape, I realised, has become a kind of techno-primitive folk art, fetishised by nostalgists and, so I am reliably informed, by a certain kind of obsessive young fan in search of a certain kind of authenticity that they don’t find via iTunes or LiveWire. In the end, the saddest thing about my mix tape was that I couldn’t find anyone who still owned a tape recorder to give it to.

this is for some pals of mine (my peeps)…

…I think they’ll know who they are.

“fake or real indifference is a powerful personal weapon”
-from Jenny Holzer, Truisms

Mmmmm, cold comfortable curb pillow.

As the hypothermia set in during my walk from the minivan to the office, I remember thinking to myself “Man, am I tired! I should take a nap before I get in to work…”
Deep freeze grips Midwest

The Horrible Truth About The President

President and Mrs. Blutarsky