Misadventures of

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Materazzi




Zidane: "He called me a dirty terrorist and said he wished a horrible death to my whole family after the vicious rape of my sister and mother!"

Materazzi: "Yes, I insulted him. But I said nothing about his mother. To me, a mother is sacred."

(Wow, two mother references in two posts! People will say anything in the heat if the moment. The only real retaliation is winning. Sorry Zidane.)

Don't click here (or here either).

Friday, July 07, 2006

Rafael...




If you find yourself alone and horny on Sunday morning at 9am and you can't find your copy of Bareback Soccer Punks, I highly recommend the Wimbledon Gentlemen's finals featuring French open champion Rafael Nadal of Spain. A little factoid about Nadal from this week's tennis coverage: Raffa loves his mother.

After This I'll Shut up...


about Okkervil River.

First, here is the link about the show next week. Here is a picture of lead singer Will Scheff who is cute, but far hotter when you know how great his music is.



Most importantly, here is his eloquent essay on file sharing and his very important artistic opposition to the practice. An excerpt:


"When I was a kid, I’d listen to the same records over and over and over again, as if I was under a spell. The record would end and I’d flip it over again, doing absolutely nothing, letting the music wash over me. My favorite record albums become like a totem for me, their big fat beautiful gatefolds worked as a shield against the loud, crashing, crushing world. I would have laid down my life and died in defense of a record like Tonight’s the Night or Astral Weeks. I felt that those records had, in some ways, saved my life. These days, with all the choice in the world, it’s hard for me find the attention span for a single album. I put my iPod on shuffle and skip impatiently to the next song before each one’s over. I don’t even know what I’m looking for."