Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

I highly recommend their album "Up from Below". I took a listen today and it made my Sunday.
Here they were on Letterman:

Adam at home with homesick huskers (sippin' on an elk creek).

Should be the name of an awesome rap.

Birth of Cool

Today I said "Pague (with an accent over the "e") los gatos." (Gatos=cats, gastos=bills/expenses). And just in time to save my Spanish teacher from smacking her forehead with her hand, I decided that I meant to say that. Yeah. You know, like jive talk.

If there's no Spanish jive, then I just don't want to learn.

"myface"

Well folks (and this is for those of you who are about ten steps behind the time, like me), I signed up on facespace (mybook? myface? whatevs) last week because all, count them ALL, of my family is on there and that is where they posted their photos from our Florida trip. I wanted to see! It was as innocent as that. I've always had a long list of reasons of why I didn't sign up for an account, one being that it's utterly distracting (and I am very distractable). Another being that even though it's so fun for me, this blog already makes me feel strangely overly cyber existent. And yet another reason being my (somewhat erroneous) belief that it's just a platform for people to post photos of themselves dancing at parties. Weirdness. Totally strange.

It turns out that one week later I am still on there and am convinced that the creators have figured out a way to send crack out through your computer and into the pads of your fingertips.

Oh and you should know, people can tag photos of you (from their collection) and they will show up on your account. This happened 9 times. And here are 5 of the 9 photos.







I'm in it for real.

Masterpiece Theater

Eric has never seen Jaws. (Well we are watching it right this very moment because I couldn't stand this thought). But seriously! Does everyone have these moments? Ones where you look at your spouse, dumbfounded, and ask, "Who are you?" and "Why have I not visited the rock you used to live under?"

Korean Karaoke

You haven't karaoked until you've karaoked at Lincoln Karaoke. It is serious fun. And even more serious when it's a girls only birthday party ringing in year 30. Good call LK. I now know what it's like to be Kenny Rogers, Michael Jackson, and Lulu...all in one night. It's a huge responsibility.