Zach Oooh!n

And then, with the glow of her cigarette, it somehow starts my ears to ring, and then a distorted hymn sets in...

Please. The man needs to be stopped. One of my students is in the Air Force; he got sent to Afghanistan last fall and missed a year of school. He got shot at by Al Qaeda and made fun of by Kuwaitan children and saw the mountains for the first time in that godforsaken place. Now, he could go back. By rule, he can't go back for a full year, but he got back from Afghanistan in March, so he's third in line to go to Iraq. Fight a war that no one else in the world would fight, for a reason that escapes me ("they have nuclear weapons!" doesn't work for me, since we have enough for every county in Illinois to send off a thousand), and send kids like this, who are genuinely patriotic for the right reasons, and let them die for all the wrong reasons. Tomfoolery.

I'm leading or tied in 5 out of 6 of my Fantasy leagues. This would be embarassing to admit if the
New York Times didn't have a front page story about it today. Not about me, mind you, but about people like me. I do find it embarassing, I must add, that I signed up for 12 football leagues. I'm dealing with my fantasy dorkishness and my fantasy dependence, but it takes time...

So I'll see you at Spoon on Sunday?

Next five: "where the arrow went out" by planes mistaken for stars; "bramble rose" by tift merrit; "obstacle 2" by interpol; "shit yeah I want to hold yer hand" by lois lane; and "quit" by hey mercedes.

in the stereo: Computer lab madness