Music!

Jakob Dylan has a solo album. music.yahoo.com/promo-31904706
The sound is gravely and bluesy, and occasionally weird and very Bob. Don’t tell him that, though. It was produced by Rick Rubin. Sigh...If you don’t know why that is awesome, go to the wiki. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Rubin Done? Okay, see how awesome this is?

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Music-ISH!

Also, Grandmaster Flash tells you all how awesome he is in his new memoir My Life, My Beats. You should buy it. Especially those of you who call Rap “Crap”; your aversion to hip-hop I will NEVER understand. Even Mr. Rogers liked it. www.youtube.com/watch HA! Take that!

Also, a reminder of how wonderful Fred is: www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/5943

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Weird Stuff! I need THERAPY! OR DRUGS! OR A PONY!

We were talking about spiders, and my friend Alexis told me that killing them was a sign you’d been molested as a child. I laughed, and I said well, I don’t remember anything like that happening to me, and I’m okay with that. If I was molested, I wouldn’t want to remember.

I fell asleep watching tv the other day, with my head in Shawna’s lap. She woke me up because she could hear me grinding my teeth. That’s not good, mang. In fact, I’d venture to say that it is bad. I mean, I only get one set of these grown up teeths, I’m not a shark or anything. So then, if I grind them in my sleep, then what happens long term? I’m going to have NUBS, people! Little NUB TEETH! Ah, fuck it, I live in Southern California, I can just get veneers. (Veneers with BLING, holmes!)

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Politics!

I voted. Did you? What do you do when you see the municipal and county seats? Do you know who they are? Do you do your research, or do you skip them? I admit it, sometimes I just guess. What? BlahBlahBLAH ignorant voting blahblah. Okay, I read my little votey book, I just didn’t do any additional research. It just sounds more dramatic to say I picked random people. I can’t claim to vote without prejudice though. When picking judges, I always vote for the person that WASN’T a Deputy DA.

They are going to kick all of the immigrants out and then they are going to throw a party, only there will be no one to cook the food or serve the food or pack the meat or wash the dishes or take out the trash or babysit their children. Then I will laugh. HAHAHAHAHA!

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This week? TWO POEMS! FANCY!

"Untitled"
Jalaluddin Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.



"Ed è subito sera"
Salvatore Quasimodo

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

translated from the Italian by Mike Towler

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight:
and suddenly it is evening.


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