Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

A perfect song.


Goddamn' Europeans–
take me back to
beautiful England

and the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
and battered books and fog rolling down behind the mountains,
on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.

Let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings;
past the Thames River; glistening
like gold hastily sold
for nothing; nothing!

Let me watch night fall on the river,
the moon rise up and turn to silver,
the sky move, the ocean shimmer,
the hedge shake, the last living rose; quiver.     

*While Nicki Minaj and Weezy town make all the money,
this lil' honey making all the good!

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy

It's probably not a good idea to play football anymore. We have been hearing more and more about this, and for a long time now. Last night I read a great NYer article all about it how bad football will fuck you up. Memory? Forget about it. High level reasoning? Nope. Playing with the grandkids? Doubt it.
CTE is the reason and it is a real thing that probably affects all current players.

Here is a visual example of why football probably isn't a good idea anymore (this YouTube was actually mentioned in that article as a current example). Just in time for SUPERBOWL SUNDAY!!!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Grab my trombone and blow


Jack White stays busy. A very interesting take on an amazing Bob Dylan song off Modern Times.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Happy Birthday Hooray!

Mr. Dylan Michael is 8 months old today. Happy Birthday to the most beautiful baby boy in the whole wide and tall world.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Bye Old Years!

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Happy New Year's from my little family to your little family, and all the little unknown families in between. Have fun tonight everyone but don't stay out too late and don't get hurt. Don't forget people care about you. Be bold, be brave but don't be reckless and ruin your night; run like hell when the cops start chasing you and disappear into that 2011 night. *You can't get arrested in 2011 for crimes committed on the cusp of the year, the last 2010 night.
Cheers to your dreams and your pretty faces!