I took the above photo out of a 50th floor hotel room window at The Tropicana in Atlantic City on a Saturday morning when the whole town was enveloped in fog. It’s the best photo I’ve ever taken, so if you don’t like it you’re a jerk.
Anyway, do you ever just kick back with a glass of OJ or Ruby Red and consider how great Ween are? I see that the editorial desk has La Cucaracha over in Current Listening to the left, so I won’t harp on how cool this record is except to say that it’s pretty cool. Definitely their best of the past handful of years. Check out "With My Own Bare Hands" for the lyric: "She’ll be my cock professor, studying my dick." Ween makes the world a pretty OK place to be.
Also Ween-related, I’ve been enjoying Deaner‘s fishing/tour blog. In particular "Deaner’s Field Guide to the Shit Fish of Southern Long Beach Island," in which he eviscerates the Skate, along with a number of other fish that, if you’re into surf casting, apparently suck. It’s a good read.
Politics-wise, did anyone catch that Democratic debate at Drexel University earlier in the week? Wow. It was the first good prize-fight of the Democratic primary. It was nice to see the second-tier candidates working in harmony to smear Hillary Clinton. Tim Russert even stuck it to her. In my humble opinion, she needs to be taken down a notch and then have the remaining 50 notches below that yanked out from under her Ann Taylor pumps. She is doing wonders for the pant-suit industry though. She’s definitely got that vote in the bag.
In international-relations news, the headline on a New York Sun that had blown into the steps of my building caught my eye the other day. Through the dog urine I could make out something like "Iraq Report Re-Shuffles Presidential Race" or some shit like that, refering to the suspiciously-timed cheery Iraq assessment that just came out. Anyway, it just reminded me of the barrage of suspiciously-timed reports and events that will be arriving on our doorsteps in the coming year as the White House tries to manipulate the presidential election: "Level Of Cotton Candy in Sadr City Reaches Year-Long High," "Anbar Kitten Population Booming," etc., etc.
Now, surprisingly it went wholly unreported in the mainstream media that The Contrarian Media Group had its first official meeting when I traveled down to D.C. a few weekends ago. The main agenda was drinking booze and walking around in the beautiful weather. Casey and Brooke were great hosts and I got to see a lot of the D.C. sights. On Saturday we walked a good part of the Mall, but yours truly was a complete idiot and forgot his digital video camera back at the apartment. Otherwise this useless post would instead be a video post called "Casey’s Walking Tour of The National Mall," which consisted mainly of outright lies and veiled threats. You’re welcome.
After that we went to the International Spy Museum where I crawled through an air vent with a bunch of kids, which is a pretty rad thing to do after a couple of mid-afternoon cocktails.
Food-wise, the weekend was a full success. Casey and Brooke turned me on to the joys of Tappas dining. Everyone probably knows this, but for around $20 you can get 3 different mini-meals that are like appetizers on steroids. It’s great because you don’t get bored with your meal like you do at those dumbass Italian restaurants where they dump a 3-foot long oval plate of cheesy bullshit in front of you and walk away. The only snag we had was on Friday night when our waitress blatently implied that Casey was ordering too much food. Now, I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure that if you’re a waitress the last thing you want to be doing is telling your clients they’re ordering too much food. Other than that, all the dining went off without a hitch.
Lastly, for someone without kids, a suspicious number of children’s toy catalogues come in the mail to my apartment. So, I’m compiling a list of the most stupid and fucked-up kids toys I come across. A field guide of my own, you could say. Hopefully it’ll turn out pretty good.