When I woke up from an epic mid-day nap this afternoon, I checked Twitter to catch up on what I had missed over the three hours I was out. I came across a short tweet from Cindy: “Whatever ails you today, Patti Smith can make it right.” It was followed by a short link, to… Read More perfect.
Sunday wasn’t the best of nights. I would have been dragging anyway, thanks to the Philly trip, but I was feeling crappy all weekend, and feeling worse at work. We also had the newsroom’s first random power outage of the spring; we were down for only 90 minutes or so, but that was enough to… Read More perks.
When we set up in the parking lot outside the Spectrum, we started talking with a local about what would happen to the building once it is torn down later this year. He said there were the two Dead shows, followed by an extended run of the circus. My response: “No no no — the… Read More goodbye. hello.
Going to high school in the early to mid-1980s meant absorbing every possible cultural reference from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Going to high school at that time in Central Ohio meant it was a little tough to pull off the Jeff Spicoli character, at least with any authenticity. As you might imagine, there wasn’t… Read More dude.
It’s so nice today that I’m having a very hard time maintaining any kind of focus whatsoever. So? You get bullets. * I’d like to thank everyone for their overwhelming support of me in what will be known from this point forward as The Great Lulu’s Fiasco Of 2009. Just about everyone I heard from… Read More want to go NOW.
This weekend? It’s going to be perfect. Here’s a couple reasons why: 1) Wilco. I’ve maintained for a while now that Wilco is the best band on the planet, and I finally get to see them again. I’ve seen them just one time before, at a free show at the Three Rivers Arts Festival in… Read More perfection.
Uncle Crappy 