Jun 09


I know every one of you has spent at least 3 minutes of your life wondering what Grimace is. I hate to think how many collective hours (days? weeks?) that is for humanity to have wasted.

The big purple thing that hangs around Ronald McDonald had a gangsta’s roots, apparently. Somewhere along the way, Ronald must have slapped him silly with a big greasy french fry and converted him from the Dark Side. It looks like Ronald chopped off four of his arms in the process, because these days, Grimace only has 2.

Jun 03


I’ve been unlucky enough to have been in quite a few tornadoes, growing up in Kentucky. I even watched one while sitting on the runway in an airplane in Miami, waiting to take off. It’s truly remarkable to consider how powerful Mother Nature can be, and how infinitesimal we humans are when she gets angry.

May 10


I kinda felt obliged to post this, since it’s the Mother’s Day weekend and all. Thanks for the link, Tony!

May 04


1984. 8th Grade. Band class. The drummer. Since I was the only kid in school that played drums, I got put in the high school band too.

That was the scenario. Each day I’d come to class, the skinny white dork, sitting behind the row of brass instruments, played by 11th and 12th grade guys. So much I learned about African America culture that year. By the end of the first week, it was my duty to lay down the beat to this song, among many others (RUN DMC, Whodini, LL Cool J and more), while the guys stood around me and rapped. Man, did I wish I was black.

This song’s beat is still emblazoned upon my mind, as it forever shall be. Don’t forget the follow-up song, Roxanne’s Revenge.

Apr 29


A very catchy tune by a very cool band. And a cool video to boot!

Not sure why, but I really dig this band’s singles, ever since Portions for Foxes came out. I’m gonna try to catch them next time they come through Asheville!