"o' canada" is meant to be sung with a tone of exasperation

try as i might, i cannot give up punk rock. i lay awake at night shivering and sweating, hallucinating spiders and gnomes running across the foot of my bed, all the while just dying to hear one speeding, politically-fueled anthem to angry youth whilst pumping my defiant fist in the air. i dream of pittsburgh, of smoke-filled bars, of chuck taylors and plain black t-shirts, of spikes and chains and mohawks, of compilation cd's and crappy cars with band bumper stickers.

today... i got my fix - Propaghandi's new album, "Supporting Caste". it kicks like a rabid wildebeast in a cocaine kiddie pool. ferocious. looking for a great gift for your grandma's birthday? looking for a soundtrack to your nephew's bar mitzvah? looking for a few songs to entertain the kids on a long car ride?

this is not the album. proceed with caution. propaghandi will melt your ears off, cuss out your mom and then set fire to your cat.



mad props once again to:
mr. steve kelly

not sure how i feel about:
watchmen

still can't grow:
a mustache

WHAAAT???

YOU'VE GOT TO BE FREAKING KIDDING ME.

Holy crap. Does anyone else know about this?

Gruney. A truly stand up dude. One of the funniest kids I've ever met. Never play him at Halo.

vince says i'll say "wow" every time.

for wes and evan... from the ol' poetry blog:

the wind whistled in my ears as my mind, overwhelmed by the sudden change in trajectory,
screamed a terrifying yet strangely matter-of-fact monotone:
"we're going down"
i awkwardly tried to reposition myself so as to absorb the impact on my side, thus shielding the more sensitive, albeit non-vital parts of my earthly body.
i couldn't help but wonder in the infinite moment before my awkwardly stiff figure hit the ground how i'd come to such an unfortunate demise.
only a moment ago, i was flooded by a freedom that i had never known, pulsing through my veins like an electrical current, coupled with the satisfaction that comes from a smattering of awed on-lookers and a very acute awareness of my place amongst the cosmos. i was met with a breath-taking view, shocked by the beauty offered forth by my surroundings.
dignified. purposeful. wise. accomplished.

...and then there came a jolt, and a sense that somehow i was being betrayed by these forces of nature that i had only recently conquered, and i pitched forward from the summit.

as the hard ground brought forth a flood of pain and disorientation, i couldn't help but feel indignant, unable to believe that a world declared to be "good" could feel so inherently "bad". i was deeply wronged by the laws of gravity and bitterly betrayed by my own physiology.

and still, i mustered the will to rise, to assess the damage, and to continue the chore of breathing.

... only to resume the climb, trying not to fall off the freaking monkey bars again.