I value more than is revealed in my actions; this is a constant source of frustration, isolation, and disappointment for me.

'got a water hose and the thing you wind it up on'

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Did Ted Leo just say 'bourgeois'?

Sigh.

Low provoke more lazy reviewing than most any of the music I like. Slow! Oh! My! God! It is slow! They are slow! Hey! Slow!

I don't see how John could ever get sick of all five thousand songs on his new iPod; I've had mine for a few months or so and 3551 out of 5200 of the tracks I share between iBook and iPod are still unplayed.

'a teenage love that didn't feel no hurt yet'

'Why, Doctor Wong, what brings you here?!'

The spy-guitar shit on Britney's Toxic seemed to have vanished once I listened to it for the first time on my decent headphones, and the bendy bassline gained prominence.

Undergraduate humanities educations are sincere but premised on things that aren't really possible with a normal life outside the academy: leisure time and a community of intellectual friends. They are possible, but only by rejecting much that is difficult to reject.