I seen a few interesting things in the blogosphere. Beginning with this one, from the coolest Supreme Court nominee ever ! ! ! It kind of reminds me of this one, from a world-famous physicist, and this one, from a world-famous unconscious person.
Also, there’s this one, but I’m pretty sure it’s a fake, [...]

I think this hair style is the national hair style of Europe, but I’m not sure. I also know that, as my stylist assures me, this has serious euromullet potential as it grows out. Already, the girls have flocked.

Whoa! PopMatters published my Malkmus review already! Click Here! Dank u wel.

THEN BE AWESOME IN EUROPE! LIKE THIS:

YEAH!

So Monday night was an illustrious night, when an illustrious venue in an illustruious city in the illustrious nation of Europe filled illustriously with illustrious music — Like Whoa. I can’t give away all of “the secrets” here (yet), because PopMatters owns it. That said, here’s the abstract of my forthcoming review:
Stephen Malkmus [...]

Sorry for not having Amsterdam photos (but you can imagine what that might be like). I do, however, have some Copenhagen-related photos in an album here. It was a whirlwind weekend — ended, last night, by a trip to the most “Euro” euro-club ever. The club, RUST (which is not pronounced like [...]

I’m here, and it’s sweet. The picture above is the city hall, which has been around for a really long time, and which a friend of mine puked on the steps of. That was pretty sweet.
There will be pictures with me in them, and you will see them when they arrive.

Welcome to the DESERT OF THE REAL!

What happens to a blog entry deferred?
Does it shrivel up and die like so?
— Or praise ranch dressing, like whoa?
Does it grow a thick skin, only listing music?
Or painfully die, because its author’s
a dick? or a guy named “Alec”?
What happens to a blog entry deferred?
Perhaps it spawns this poetic turd.
[This poem uncaged because pictures [...]

Tonight I saw Saul Williams, who was pretty good. That’s him on the right.
I was exposed to him in two ways before the show: (1) his written poetry, which was pretty fucking sweet, and (2) his self-titled album, which wasn’t all that and a bag of chips. I saw him in concert [...]