People are such assholes. Like, I know this. We all know this. But it seems on the Twitters that all the people who were hooing and haaing over football today are the exact same people professing their apathy over tonight’s premiere of “Downton Abbey.” Ohh, you’re so cool you don’t care about something. In fact you don’t care about it so much that you have to tell everyone how much you don’t care about it. You know what? Nobody asked…
One of my favorite New Year’s traditions is moving the list of books I read in the past year onto the Booknerd page, which has lists for the past eleven or twelve years. I just counted how many years there were over there and already forgot the number, probably because I’m listening to Sam Cooke’s Greatest Hits at a very loud volume. Usually I also start the year by making a list of my most favorite reads from the past…
This post is going to start out telling you about a few dreams I had last night and today while napping away an awful sinus headache. I promise to make it as short and unboring as possible and leave out all the weirdo, Twin Peaksesque details that only infatuate me. So I dreamt three times in the past 24 hours that I was going to forget to go a Replacements’ concert at 8:30 on Sunday. The first dream involved me…
9:30 a.m. I woke at 8:30 from dreams where I had to wear a giant, fuzzy, pink unicorn dress for Sister #3’s wedding and I forgot to shower. From there I snuggled into the couch with Enid, a cup of coffee, and some donut holes to read about Christa’s impressive trip to Target and search the internet for various beef stew recipes. In a fit of giddiness over the departure of Sister #4 and the end of the exhausting Christmas…
When I was in college, I was the editor-in-chief of our twice-weekly student newspaper, The Spectator at the time it was the biggest deal of my life. Being editor meant you were in charge of all the things: hiring editors and making sure they did their jobs; writing and editing stories; working with the advertising department; training people; and drinking until your liver exploded. I took all these responsibilities quite seriously. In the fall while putting together our very first…
I’ve been thinking a lot about the songwriting of Slim Dunlap vs the songwriting of Paul Westerberg over the past month since the release of Rockin’ Here Tonight, the compilation to benefit the replacement Replacement. This could probably go without saying, but just in case, here goes: Paul Westerberg is, thus far, my favorite songwriter of all time. His lyrics click inside of me the way no others have. In the immortal words of Neko Case he is the one…
