Ted Has A Blog

I'm usually reluctant to mention startups before they've established a commitment to blogging (cough Gav cough Opedog cough), but Ted writes for a "living", so we should be OK.

Playing in a real band is, at the best of times, a million times funner than playing Guitar Hero. Even playing in a really crappy band that goes nowhere is much more fun. And, it is extremely easy to play in a real life band. You know that band, The Killers? With the exact same amount of effort that most casual players of Guitar Hero 3 put into the game, anyone could learn to play a real instrument as well, if not better than anyone in that band does in real life.

I tried to learn some guitar. I could play U2's "One". I got those little fingertip calluses -- kind of cool. Ultimately, my hands didn't like it much. I couldn't make all of the necessary formations. I failed.

Also, I hated The Killers before it was cool to hate The Killers.

Nary A More Merry Itinerary

Matt drafted a schedule for our upcoming vacation:

2/2/2008....Kansas City / Montevideo
fly like the wind/maybe sexy time

2/3/2008....Montevideo
beach day/fucking/mass

2/4/2008....Montevideo
city/more beach/sex/booze

2/5/2008....Montevideo / Bueno Aires
ferry/sex/not getting stabbed/inebriation

2/6/2008....Buenos Aires
soccer?/sex/not getting stabbed/beer

2/7/2008....Buenos Aires / Iguazu Falls
fly/not crashing/boning/drunk

2/8/2008....Iguazu Falls
falls/sex/drinking/not getting eaten by pumas

2/9/2008....Iguazu Falls / Ascuncion
bus/sex/not getting shot/fun city

2/10/2008...Ascuncion / Santiago
fly/boom boom/nice dinner and cocktails/mass

2/11/2008...Santiago / Valparaiso
bus/cocking/ball shaving/spooning

2/12/2008...Valparaiso
drinking/kayaking/sex/sex on a kayak

2/13/2008...Valparaiso / Santiago
bus/drinking/vagina/drinking

2/14/2008...Santiago
hiking/bang screw/drinking

2/15/2008...Santiago
city/museum/sex/drinking

2/16/2008...Santiago / Kansas City
depression

Expected Versus Unexpected

Kid Rock got into a fight at Waffle House.



James Lipton was a pimp in Paris. [via Shawn]

Polyphonic Spree, Granada Theater, October 20, Lawrence, Kansas

UPDATE:

YouTube footage of the show.

Photos from Flickr.

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Well, that was fun. Again. There was confetti! Again!

All Feldmans Are Douchebags

Saturday morning's revelations:

• Snapple's cold, sweetened Earl Grey is delicious.

• I would like to murder the host of NPR's "Whad'Ya Know?". Fact: this show airs for every moment of the goddamned morning. I spend so much time avoiding it that I usually miss the good NPR programs. Michael Feldman is about as funny as his name. As overcooked rice. As palsy. Fuck that guy.

On "The Road"

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

--Cormac McCarthy, "The Road"

I'm enjoying it immensely, despite the glaring holes it has exposed in my vocabulary. A non-exhaustive list:

macadam
pipeclayed
hasp
quoits
rachitic
mastic
balustrade
cairns
jackstraw

I think about how good of a writer Cormac McCarthy is, and wonder how or if his writing has evolved. Did even his first manuscript shun punctuation? How does he decide to leave the apostrophe out of "wont" and "dont", but add it to "they'll"?

Who Fucked Out The Feeling?

I keep a notepad on the end table next to my bed, so that I can quickly document any overnight revelations. At 5 a.m. Tuesday, only seconds after waking and still chuckling to myself, I scratched out a short phrase in the darkness: "fucked out face".

In my dream, Shawn used this terminology to describe a young woman's facial expression. He thought that she looked "fucked-out", as in, she was exhausted from all the fucking.

I make this distinction because one may easily interpret "fucked out face" as something far more vulgar or misogynistic. Indeed, I expect that many will find this post while searching Google for examples of this other interpretation.

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Elsewhere...

Jeff Johnson provides the definition of a great 2.0-era blog post.

The Onion is still great.