http://www.dnots.com/

joined with aforementioned Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse and friendly with The Shins, Flaming Lips, Julian Casablancas of The Strokes, Frank Black of the Pixie & Iggy Pop.

And here is a great article on its release, controversy, and general greatness:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104129585#commentBlock

In light of both this release and the new Jonsi album,
2010 is looking like it going to be a transcendent year.

my friends’ band has recently been put in a creativly-produced commerical, featuring an individual (and his program) who was the focus of a story on a This American Life episode called, “Big Ideas”.

if you’d like,
check, check, check it out.

(PS: i, by no way, support American Express)

peace,peace,peace.

andy.

all those brightly colored blurry lines make you beg for a break?!
(please note use of alliteration)

well, my esteemed colleagues, here are some distractions from one pleasantly distracted:

1. music:

http://www.myspace.com/natehenrick

2. video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89Kz8Nxb-Bg

3. words:

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2004/10/15eggers.html

and let’s remember to love one another.
ok?

ok!

I feel the love.

The facts:

I was robbed.
The loss:
my beloved bag, full of books, notes, and (sadly) my computer filled with all the photos and writings i’ve produced over the past few years.

The poem:

Yet,
(i say without regret),
though some things stolen may be gone for good,
and it is only natural that i should
feel a hint of sadness somewhere inside,
i can not help but let some peace abide,
for such things as this, they do occur,
and life goes on, just as it were,
and the things left behind they do reveal,
what things are true, what things are real,

and though it sounds so maudlin to say,
im glad to have such friends on such a day.

thank you kindly, mr. and ms. salties!

peace to you all.

I’ve just finished my first week “here”. Devon called it my “weekiversary”.  When my nascent love for the city is deconstructed into bite-size portions, I see visions. A man named Alfredo with his pipe and stone-top, ocean-side stories. A woman named Yunokee and her nostalgia for bare-foot summers in south Korea. Young, beautiful people gripping a drink with one hand and holding the other out to me, open, welcoming.

I also hear. The sound of the cold crush of waves on the sea. The echoing caw of a flock of gulls. The melodic music of an old man’s fiddle. The cadence of a new friends laugh.

When asked to describe one moment from the past 24 hours that I might dare to call “most”, I think back on this week and search for something synthesizing…

…along the salty waterside of an ocean that serves as a constant reminder that i am far from what i once called “home”, I sat on a stump and watched the sun set. I’ve seen the same sun set over the corn fields of Illinois. The same sun set over a mountain in Sudan. The same sun set over the skyline of Chicago. These were home, and now too, this. I listened to the stories of a new friend, I shared some of my own. The dusk changed the color of the ocean in front of us, shadows slowly covering the blues and pinks.