There are many things I don’t understand. Physics, how the average person can tolerate seeing or hearing Gwen Stefani without wanting to punch someone in the neck, and the weird, fanatical love lavished on Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.
Since this year marks the 50th anniversary of the book’s publication there’s been much ballyhoo about [...]

I don’t even know how it came up last week at class, but for some reason Kelly, Jags, and I got to talking about boys and Google.
This allowed me to espouse Crackpot Theory #48: The Google of the sexes.
After writing iwilldare.com for some six and a half years I have noticed a difference in [...]

In class on Thursday we workshopped a story that had a wonderful premise. In the story a man is afflicted with all the diseases ever, a condition called Itisitis. With the Itisitis comes a superpower, the ability to give it away. Anyway, like I said, the premise was pretty kick ass.
So, as it often [...]

I’ve been listening to Of Montreal’s “The Party’s Crashing Us” on repeat today. I’m not sure why, but it’s working wonders at alleviating the exasperation I’m dealing with today.
It surprised me upon listen three that “The Party’s Crashing Us” has totally over come its genesis, which is usually not an easy thing to do.
See, [...]

Today is my friend Kelly’s 30th birthday. I envy her the magic of turning 30. Without a doubt, my 30s have been the best decade of my life. Of course, when I was in my 20s I probably would have said the same thing. But when I look back I realize I was entirely [...]

I’m in the midst of suffering through Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls. I’ve often proclaimed quite vehemently that I dislike Hemingway. Most of this was based on whatever the hell Mrs. Vold made me read in 11th grade English class. I can’t even remember what we read, I do remember that I hated it. [...]

+6 minute songs: musical masturbation that should not be forced upon my ears or musical genius you stupid word-needing heathen? discuss.