yeah, what he said.

so. true.

Nail, hit on head.

Also aiding the study were the many contributors to This American Life, who took time from their best-selling essay-writing careers to donate personal anecdotes about dropping out of prestigious art schools, taking harrowing but poignant childhood vacations to the Grand Canyon, and the unique challenges of growing up in families supportive of their homosexuality.

[The Onion, on This American Life]

Also, npr sexual fantasies.

Let’s take Steve Inskeep, for instance. He has a different sonic appeal than Ira’s hipster nerdiness; his baritone is more anchor chic. He’s the kind of guy who might buy me a few martinis, loosen his tie over some tapas, and get a throbbing boner for Mozart’s concertos. This has its own sordid appeal; he could probably explain what’s happening in Iraq, in which case I’d totally get wet. I like to envision an erotic evening in which he merely pronounces the names of Al-Qaeda operatives as if it were some kind of Salome striptease — Abu Masab Al-Zarqawi, Saif al-Adel, Abu Mohammed al-Masri. By the time he got to the third “Abu,” I’d be ready to jump across the table and rip off his sensible button-down.

Does that make me crazy? Probably.

This is not too far from what my future could be.

Barney Vincelette on bad music:

“Many people just assume that you should be able to have this music in your backyard. But it is such an ugly music that it takes over one’s life,” he said. “That’s why I fight back against it.”

Vincelette is so sensitive to noise that he’s gone as far as shooting and killing a dog that barked nonstop outside his apartment. He paid a $100 fine and was evicted.

And, on smoking in public places:

In the spring of 1977, when he was a graduate student at the University of Georgia, he got into a confrontation with a woman who was smoking cigarettes nearby.

She blew smoke in his face. He took out a spray can filled with tear gas and fired it at her face. It also hit her boyfriend’s face.

Sweatin’ to the Indies!

SG reports on Now That’s What I Call (Indie) Music.

I had an idea for a workout video starting Richard Simmons, featuring live band performances by your favorite Indie rock stars, called Sweatin’ To The Indies.

In other news, Ari wishes he could have written this headline: Ring of fire engulfs Johnny Cash’s former home

april1

Inspired by this
projectionist post and some thoughts I’ve been having about the possible future, I read my horoscope:

Get more power by vowing to become a “master.”… Improved self-expression is dramatic and subtle. Unique new opportunities bring pleasant surprises. Your best ideas are ready for television…. You are challenged to be charismatic. Express your fantasies. Steer clear of hypersensitive folks.

Happy April Fools, and birthday Andrew William Lynch, the IV .