I Still Love My Japanese Car, Part II

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Automobile enthusiasts: I appreciate the above Subaru owner's sentiments.

After 160,000 miles in my 2Fast2Furious car, the clutch has disintegrated and I'm faced with standard wear-and-tear repairs costly enough to prompt the question "what next?"

The question - alas - is rhetorical, as I am not next in line in our household for an automotive upgrade. I will stick it out, hopefully for another 100-150,000 miles or until Jay buys me a Tesla.

It's just as well: I'm told that no car will make me happy after an STI anyway.

Where's The Love For Bass Players?

I always thought that the bass and drums were the foundation of any band. Apparently not...

We've All Been There

Again With The Laughing

Welcome To Jitney Jungle

Yikes

On a totally unrelated note, anybody going anywhere this summer?

Hunh?

Every now and then, a photo on the Internets will stop me in my tracks. Here's one.

Happy ... Tuesday?

Not a huge fan of Werner Herzog's films, but this is worth a look.

Did I Really See That?

I never caught Back To The Future III, but this is funny. Watch the kid on the right (Verne). Yes, this is actually in the movie ...

Catchy Tuesday

The Weakerthans, a Canadian band I learned about courtesy of NPR's All Songs Considered.

Everything Is Just A Few Hundred Clicks Away

I love my iPod, but this dig at Apple's never-ending drive for intuitive simplicity and the cult of "I'll buy anything Apple" is spot-on.

SNL And The Wunnerful Larry Welk

Lawrence Welk has a special place in my heart. I should explain that, back in the days of four-channel-TV (CBS, NBC, ABC, PBS), I LOVED The Lawrence Welk Show and watched it with some regularity. (I was 5, okay?)

Anyway, thanks Mon.

Simmer Down, Lurker

Trailer Park Boys 2? Indeed.

Joe's New Tattoo?

A Good Quote From A Book I'm Reading

She dismounted wearing scuffed boots and dirty jeans and a T-shirt that was overwashed and faded, and at the very sight of her I made an involuntary noise that went, approximately, ohf ... ! I suppose ohf ... ! reflects as poorly on my character as a wolf whistle, but I swear it escaped without premeditation. Strictly a spinal reflex. (My friend Frank once walked around a street corner and came face-to-face with a woman so stunning he yelped "Jesus Christ!" This from a poet and charter member of the local Student Feminist Alliance.)