The Decemberists are playing First Ave on Sunday, November 12. Who wants to go? And by go, I mean drive my carless, music-appreciating ass. The Decemberists sing excessively long songs about whales. And they are awesome, excessively so. I will force music upon everyone until they are convinced. In other news, I am dreaming about […]

“What if you could slowly convert yourself into energy? Just enough let‚Äôs say, to power your television. Well, it would work. The thing would glow of entertainment, news, and sports. assuming your eyes didn‚Äôt get converted first, you‚Äôd watch empires fall, you‚Äôd see actual sweeping social change, not the stuff on tv. and you‚Äôd watch […]

I question the intent of songs with lyrics like, “I've got to get away / how about Chicago / I could be there in a day / What's in Chicago that the wind won't blow away.” Duluth has wind too.

Some nights I feel like I've accidentally tumbled from my real life into the land of hipsters and Pabst Blue Ribbon tallboys (metaphoric on the drinks. in reality the beer came from Lake Superior Brewery. I know this thanks to the large man next to me on the couch whose shirt matched the bottles. I […]

All art, some would say, is a form of masturbation. That theme has unintentionally arisen in some of my projects (my loner series was meant to represent loneliness, but something about making out with myself in a corner is masturbatory I guess). I bring this up because I'm reading about Futurists at the moment, and […]

Four years.

Chris was a strange fellow. Nice enough, a little shy. He should have realized his obsessive love for Jon would never come to fruition. In six years, Chris would be dead, and Jon be preparing to graduate from Annapolis Naval Academy and preparing to ship out to the Middle East.