Dolphin Center

This very well maybe the best song of the year.

Naked Man Eats Victim's Face

A Twisted, strange world. Cocaine psychosis & bath salts. Saw photos of the victim, the only clue that it was a human being's face was the one eyeball disguised in red pulp, and the remnants of a goatee.

Party Time With Barry

I think I'd still choose to have a cold one, or several, with G.W. Bush over Obama back in the day.

When you were with Barry and his pals, if you exhaled precious pakalolo (Hawaiian slang for marijuana, meaning "numbing tobacco") instead of absorbing it fully into your lungs, you were assessed a penalty and your turn was skipped the next time the joint came around. "Wasting good bud smoke was not tolerated," explained one member of the Choom Gang, Tom Topolinski, the Chinese-looking kid with a Polish name who answered to Topo.

Ted Kaczynski, Class of '62

Harvard University's alumni association has issued an apology for references made by Ted Kaczynski, a graduate of Harvard's Class of 1962, in the school's latest directory.

A spokesman for Harvard told Boston.com that Kaczynski, the so-called "Unabomber," submitted the entry for the directory himself.

"While all members of the class who submit entries are included, we regret publishing Kaczynski's references to his convictions and apologize for any distress that it may have caused others," the Harvard Alumni Association said in a statement on Wednesday.

Kaczynski was convicted in 1998 of killing three and injuring 23 in a mail-bombing spree spanning three decades.

The alumni report issued before the class' 50th reunion listed Kaczynski's occupation as "prisoner," "8 life sentences" under the "Awards" section and home address as his Colorado prison cell: "No. 04475-046, US Penitentiary—Max, P.O. Box 8500, Florence, CO 8126-8500."

"It's funny," Gary Peterson, a fellow graduate of the Class of '62, told the Harvard Crimson. "He's more famous than anyone else in our class."

Rolling Thunder '75

The Return of Andrew Dominick

Girls - Episode: The Return

Hannah returns to her hometown in Michigan for her parents 30th anniversary. Best show on t.v. (after treme and louie).

Artie on Louie!

Notes of Summertime in May

"Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge...Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain."

The Fabulous Baker Boys / Bull Durham -- American cinema of the 1980s with a shared deft touch and relaxed charm. Timeless.

Two Hearts

"Once I spent my time playing tough guy scenes. But I was living in a world of childish dreams.
Someday these childish dreams must end...To become a man and grow up to dream again."

Jole Blon

This summer's song. Gary U.S. Bonds.


Jole Blon, Delta flower
You're my darling
You're my sunshine
I love you, I adore you
And I promise to be true

In the evening, in the shadows
I'll be waiting by the river
When I hear your sweet voice
I rejoice, I save my kisses for you

Sha la la, sha la la...

Jole Blon, Cajun angel
Let me tell you that I love you
In the spring, you
Swore we'd be married
But I'm waiting still for you

When your hair turns to silver
I'll still call you Delta flower
Pretty Blon, I'll still love you
And I will wait for you

Sha la la, sha la la...

We'll go away from this city
We'll go back, girl, back to our home
Some day I promise I'll take you
Cause so far away we've roamed

And the bells, they will ring
From the mountain through the valleys
On the banks of the river
There you will be my bride

Sha la la, sha la la...

Roger's Tattle Tale

The Lakers pull off game 3 against OKC, and Hannah belts out a killer rendition of The Darkness 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love.' A duet later on The Everly Brothers 'You've Lost That Loving Feeling.' And even some dancing in the dark.

The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark

One of my true-go-to Sunday morning albums. L.A. country rock. Lazy and relaxed.

Welcome to the Friendly Confines

When I saw the Cubs starting lineup on opening day, my reaction was: 70-92. And that was kind. A fan's generosity.
Here's another editorial taking the long standing position that if the Cubs want to win, Wrigley Field (or, the largest beer garden in the world) needs to be torn down.

I heard that this season at the park they replaced Old Style -- with Coors -- as the Official Chicago Cubs beer.

Girls - Episode: Hard Being Easy

Wild, wild. The first t.v. show I've seen forever that is genuinely subversive, risky. And uncomfortably so. Sexual situations informing character's psychology and behavior. This latest episode is lift off.

Bret Easton Ellis ‏ @BretEastonEllis

I love Tina Fey but she is completely Empire compared to Lena Dunham's hopeless transparent post-Empire fearlessness. "Date Night" anyone?

Last Days

Sunday night. Gus Van Sant's film (2005) has gained with age. One of the forgotten scenes of the decade -- Blake playing instrumental loops in the music room as the camera pulls out and remains stationary. 
Sad and quietly evocative.

One More Saturday Night

I've always wanted to do this but with a mannequin.

Cinco de Mayo

With the supermoon aglow above, and the heat of the flames of a backyard fire, a country tune on the radio fought through the buzz of the cool L.A. air. Instantly recognizable, yet I didn't know how, or who. And it rang for two joyous moments on this Saturday night. Then it ended. No one could place it. To be lost forever in the ether.

In the middle of a Monday night slumber, I woke up in a sweat. The song's chorus playing in my head, and frantically scribbled down the lyrics.

Johnny Paycheck -- "The real shit."

Hollywood Park Race Track (Friday Night)

Watched the ponies. And drank some Jack. Then came Devo.
Setlist:
Don't Shoot (I'm a Man)
Peek-a-Boo
What We Do
Going Under
Fresh
That's Good
Girl U Want (note: the show shifted gears here for the better)
Whip It
Planet Earth
Satisfaction (Rolling Stones)
Secret Agent Man (Sloan & Barri)
Uncontrollable Urge
Mongoloid
Jocko Homo
Smart Patrol/Mr. DNA
Gates of Steel
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DEVO Corporate Anthem
Freedom of Choice
Beautiful World

"We are not men, We are DEVO."

The Joker

Pico Blvd aka Last Night at the Alamo. One last tequila shot. One last beer.

"It's not how it used to be, but it'll do."