do this dont do that

The Man is infamous for his douchbaggery, we all know this. We accept it to some extent, occasionally yelling obscenities at Preachers about Humbert Humphry the biggest douch bag ever and Jesus.Yessiry Humphry is right up there with Kevin Federline and George Bush. But in general we just keep in line to make things smoother.

Well my brothers I have had it with The Man. This time he has crossed the curtis line in the most spiteful way possible that consiquently is killing my soul by trying to prevent me from going to Lollapalooza. You can take away my dignity, you can piss on my future, but do not fuck with my music.

I may not have the most consistent history, but you can all mark my words, I will go to Lollapalooza in August. There's no other option if I want to continue on with any amount of sanity.

and see what we're thinking like we always used to

The world has suddenly become particularly beautiful on this lazy sunday afternoon. For a few minutes I have shed my tough journalist exterior and adopted what is really at the heart of me, a tree-hugging, pot smoking, sitar dancing hippie.

Who enstead of doing anything remotely productive on this fine bright evening decides instead to stare with wonder out the looming window at the rays of light and tickeling breeze. Gods what has this drug reduced me to? WHERE AM I GOING? Well I guess only the The Great Score Keeper could answer that, but like hell he would that evil bastard.

But there's just something so goddamn beautiful about discovering a song you owned but didn't know existed on some long forgotton Cheapo purchased album. A song that explains this moment and captures everything you've been trying to put to words in your head for the longest time. Well thank you Harvey Danger. Private Helicopter was written for this.

only scary for conservatives

Anyone get the Star Tribune? Page B3 of The Metro has the scariest thing to happen to public education since the joke that is No Child Left Behind. Well really it's only scary for ultra right-wing parents who are opposed to hippie educators teaching their children acceptance and respect for other people's beliefs.




Look at the blissful joy failed faces of the children as they play with me, the ultimate child. Well except for Richard (on my right) who always looks flustered. I think this picture might captures the inside of my soul, running in circles with six year olds, screaming.