If you are thinking of giving me a gift and you just don't know what to get, please consider giving me a Dunkin Donuts card. I am quite smitten with their products as of late. And yes, that is me in the accompanying picture.
I am very late to the game on JT's latest venture known as "Sexyback." But tonight, I schooled myself. A simple search of "sexyback.mp3" yielded a nice quality file I could download for review purposes. You should maybe do the same.
I've been a believer in Timberlake for a while now (which makes me so much punker than you) and this joint just solidifies his solid rating in my book. He'd make that rating even stronger by adding Mike "Slo-Mo" Brenner to his touring band. I think that union could work really well for all parties involved.
I moved to Philly with dreams of turning this wonder of a blog into a chronicle of my ebbs and flows and woes as a home remodeler. It was going to be cool, with fresh pics and witty and sharp commentary. Then the grant for the intern never came through and, well, one thing led to another and I've been in a deep funk since losing one of my closest companions not so long ago. (a self referential link on one's blog is the equivalent of a derivative of a derivative. Which can only equal good things.)
My life here is a lot different than the one I lived in Newark. It's busier and more active. I come home from work and get back to work as opposed to making chickens and such. And it's good for me... it's just not so good for you and your obsession with tracking the doings of the hola. You'll get what I give you and that will be enough. Now go to bed.
Friends and regular readers - rejoice with us now! After almost three months as homeowners we've finally completed renovations on Janell's studio. We finished all the work on Friday evening and moved in on Saturday. Having one room finished gives us hope for what the rest of the place will look like. If you want to see more pictures, click on the ones above to jump to flickr.
I have very few regrets in life. One that I've been nursing as of late is never having lived in Philly while Neal Pollack was in residence. Someday I will do something that will lead me to sitting down with him over a few beers and laughing and talking about the rock or writing or something. There would be no kissing involved, so get that outta ya heads. It would just be dudes being bros and hanging out and laughing and stuff. Still sounds bad. Just realize that the guy is funny and I enjoy his stuff and we'll end it there (thanks again to The Long Cut for the gateway drug of "Nevermind the Pollacks").
I also have this same hope/fantasy about Terry Gross, but that's for different, professional, reasons.