(customary excuse for not having posted in a couple days)

the galactic heroes have finished up their new record and it’ll come out on magic marker records in august. more harmonies and high-energy pop songs to come. listen to coffee and pastries right now.

boston globe on semiotics grads, including one ira glass:

Semiotics . . . was like a conspiracy theory to beat all conspiracy theories,” Ira Glass remembers. “It wasn’t just that authority figures of various sorts did things that were questionable . . .. It’s that language itself was actually a system designed to keep you in your place, which when, you know, you’re 19 or 20 is pretty much exactly what you’re ready to hear.”

here’s the no-fi soul rebellion, from missoula, montana. listen to these tracks and let me know what you think: black heart, too mean.

david cameron for mutherfuckin’ mariners general management.

also, to harp on about what i said yesterday about bavasi “building” the 2004 mariners, here’s what bob melvin says: “We are who we are. The three-run homer is not something we’re built to do right now. It wears on you after a while.”

BASEBALL RELATED: i know i’ve bitched and moaned about the mariners enough to qualify as a mariners blog recently, but this takes the cake. bill bavasi was recently quoted in the pi that team either “can’t play offense or don’t know how to play offense” which is absolutely fucking infuriating thing to me, seeing as he put this team together. i don’t see why this guy, who blames the team he puts together and their “offense” for his mistakes? i mean, look at that atrocious bench he put together. and just who did he think was gonna drive in runs with slap hits and singles if edgar or boone weren’t hitting? what’s the contingency plan if they get hurt? and why does ownership still think he did good things for the team? anyways, the mariners suck. you heard it here, for the twentieth time.

in other baseball related stuff, i printed out project knuckleball and read it during lunch. it’s a great article from the new yorker about tim wakefield and a bunch of other kb’s. epstein is starting a factory of knuckleballers, and makes you think that even if you can’t hit 95 on a radar gun, you can learn to throw a knuckleball and get signed to a minor-league team (kind of like how moneyball got you thinking you that if could get a high on-base percentage by taking lots of walks you could be a sacramento rivercat).

on the same tip: bush or chimp?

so i’m sittin’ here at work trying not to look like an dork giggling my ass off at these pictures of donald rumsfeld’s new kung fu techniques. it ain’t working.

ugh, i think this page needs a proper revamping instead of that lazy-ass changing colors shit. look for it in the near future. i swear. images of me eating a nathan’s hot dog, josh caught in headlights, and rick rubin in a garbage bag shirt courtesy of josh.