Animal Transportation Poll

There seemed to be two camps in the last poll: those who wanted to be pulled in a red wagon by cats and those who wanted an orangutan piggyback ride. I think it's obvious in which camp I firmly remain. And this is just a prime example of why I am in awe of the orangutan:


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In Celebration of Father's Day

I went on JibJab and created this video that stars my family! It's pretty hilarious.

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Retraction

I am at fault. In a late March post that infuriated my sister, I spoke badly of Dan Deacon and wearing old man shoes without socks. I will admit that after listening to Bromst while writing my boring education articles, I have found it quite soothing and very interesting to listen to. Also, now that it's warm here, I find myself not only wearing slip-ons without socks, but also my unfortunate loafers, which I bought two years ago at Shoe Pavilion with the false belief that 1) they could be worn to work and 2) I would go to work. So I publicly take back my comments and I feel very happy that my sister has said that I'm cool.

Metric

Last Friday morning as I was puttering around the house, lamenting the fact that I had not bought Metric tickets before they sold out, I happened across the Mercury music blog and found that they were offering two tickets. By 11am you had to write a blog post comment on why you wanted to go. I read the responses that were currently there, and they mostly mentioned friends being in town etc. Nothing exciting. So at 10:57am I posted a comment about all the things I used to do while listening to Metric and how much I needed that level of greatness back in my life. Needless to say, I won, so Sam and I set out to see the show!!

It was rather packed, which generally leads to me watching a bunch of backs and elbows, but I did manage to score a spot where I could look between two peoples' heads. But anyway, it was exciting. Their new songs have a gentleness that persists despite quick, steady beats and heavy guitars. Emily Haines has that kind of sweet voice that you want to hear all fucked up and rough around the edges, and she delivers it. She yelled, got sweaty, chatted and danced around. I also enjoyed the lighting: harsh white, then shadowy blue, then spirally. My only complaint is that the people around us didn't dance enough. Losers.