These Days...

...I'm procrastinating writing my three summaries that are due today for my critical pedagogy class that starts Monday in Minneapolis. I will be in the Twin Cities for the next two weeks. Should be a nice little radical adventure, as the class is about as leftist in theory as you can get, and I'm taking the overnight Megabus to get there. For $50, I ain't complaining. That's one mofo tank of gas these days. Should be able to blog a lot from up there, probably about what I'm reading, which should at best inspire discussion and at worst piss some people off.

So, I'm at Hartford bumming their free WiFi, drinking an iced coffee, working on the second of nine pages, and listening to this awesome song that I heard live twice this week. It's Mates of State covering Nico's "These Days". Did you know Kori Gardner is a mother who blogs? Her recent entry is about being on Yo Gabba Gabba. I heart her as she is totally adorable and kickass.

Sunday Reminscing

I knew it would be like this. You knew it would be like this. Paper due tomorrow, yet here I am, just getting it popping at 1:19 PM, and we've got soccer practice at 3:00. Why oh why am I blogging? What can I say? I'm committed to you.

But no worries! I will prevail; make no mistake, I will prevail. I've already got lots of the background work done, which is why I'm taking a little blogging break. I'm just chilling over at this place, drinking some fair-trade coffee and taking a trip down memory lane by listening to The Lemonheads seminal album It's A Shame About Ray. I've been looking through a pile of old CDs as I rebuild my iPod library (again! but I got the new 80GB Classic and it has quickly become MY PRECIOUS) and started uploading stuff such as Evan Dando, Juliana Hatfield, and the other dudes in the band. (Interesting sidenote: a colleague is cousins-in-law with this dude, so I heard). This takes me back to my old Sassy-reading days . Sassy once had an article about how Evan Dando just went to prom with some fangirl back in the day. They had the formal photo of him in a tux and everything. That's beside the point. The carthartic wash of adolescence just poured over me as I listened to this disc. Remember that cover of "Mrs. Robinson"? Ain't shit compared to "Rockin' Stroll", "Bit Part In Your Life", and "Buddy". I feel like I should just pop this on a playlist with Toad the Wet Sprocket, Buffalo Tom, and Blind Melon, pretend I'm Angela Chase, and call it a day.

Well, I have to work. Interrupt me if you feel so inclined.