RRCBlog

– Fall has fallen and I’m sure advertising agencies hired by car companies are swarming every curvy road in the northeast to film “luxury sedans” swooping gracefully around the bends, leaving trails of flying leaves in their wake.

– Speaking of luxury sedans, this isn’t exactly fertile ground, but after watching Saturday night’s Ohio State vs. Penn state game, a couple boring NFL games on Sunday, then last night’s Green Bay vs. Denver game, I am mighty tired of car and beer commercials.

– Here’s an excellent story about a sports writer by the sports writer’s son. The more “literature” I read, the more I admire old-school reporters.

– Sasha Frere-Jones of the New Yorker thinks indie rock is the whitest bunch of white to ever white. Village Voice music editor Rob Harvilla disagrees. Normally, I would disagree with Harvilla as I do think indie rock is too white (and I don’t mean Caucasian, I mean lacking in any discernible ass-shakability) but, since I believe Harvilla’s taste to be above reproach, I happily defer. Also, I haven’t listened to anything “new” in nearly two years. Also also, I love the term “Blog rock”. I’m not sure what it is, but I know I hate it.

– Why are we in Iraq again? Duh.

– Speaking of Iraq, this is great. And people wonder why I want all of those men and women to come back home. Here’s another reason.

– These jams killed my face off.

– How much is a chicken? Do you know? I certainly didn’t. I asked my good pal Uck how much he thought a chicken was. He didn’t know either. We guessed around twenty bucks. What brought this up? A woman sent out an “all-employee” email to everyone at my place of employ offering a rooster for sale. She was asking five dollars for Mr. Rooster. I asked my dad how much he thought a chicken would be. He said about eight bucks. I asked him how he came to that price. He said “Well, chickens at the store are around six or seven bucks.” I hadn’t even thought of it that way. Here’s how chickens reproduce. Here’s a chicken FAQ. Chicken arise!

– This is nifty if you’re into design.

– Finally, an answer to everyone’s question: This Halloween, I’m dressing up as a grownup who lays on the couch on Wednesday night and watches TV until eleven, at which point, he goes to bed.