Odds & ends

Ûž In my past (i.e. California) life I was a study abroad advisor at a university, and I spent a fair amount of time with students discussing academic matters: majors, minors, what have you. If only I had seen this Wikipedia list of musicians and what academic path they followed, it would have made it so much easier – or at least more interesting.

Student: “Yeah, I really dig Bad Religion.”
Me:“Perhaps you should try a Ph.D. in Zoology. We don’t have a program here, but I hear Cornell’s is really good.”

or

Student: “Wow, you know Audioslave rocks my world. And I can’t decide what to major in.”
Me: “Hmmm. I hear that the Political Science program at Harvard is, like, awesome.”

Imagine the possibilities.

Ûž I have to say that this completely rad post over at My Old Kentucky Blog does NOT make me any more in favor of little moustaches (“fuzzy eels,” if you will). My lips feel itchy just thinking about being near one of these fellas. But an A+ for effort to Mr. Dodge for his fine peoplewatching skills. That should have been my major.

Ûž I don’t know why I care about Lindsey Lohan (maybe, honestly, it’s that Ryan Adams thing and the whole “I can’t believe he dated her” train of thought) but I found this letter to be hilarious. In sort of an “oops, sucks to be you” fashion.

Ûž My boys over at iGIF posted up an interesting link to a bunch of Flaming Lips-related jazz from Rolling Stone: Check it out here (I like the playlist feature). You can also listen to the mp3 of the interview with Flaming Lips frontman Wayne Coyne.

Mark Binelli, the Rolling Stone interviewer, is far braver than I. The few times I have conducted an interview, it is almost painful for me just to listen back to the track just to transcribe it. It’s as if I’m listening to Chris Farley interview Paul McCartney: “‘Member . . . ‘member when you were with the Beatles? . . . That was AWESOME.” . Okay, not that bad, but man alive do I love that sketch.

Ûž Speaking of the funniest men on Saturday Night Live, this collection of Will Ferrell‘s ten best video clips from Cracked.com just made my absolute WEEK. Yes, you get more cowbell, but you also get Harry Caray musing, “I’m just curious I guess. That’s why my friends call me Whiskers,” as well as Robert Goulet‘s slick turtleneck stylings and the “frickin’ service” he’s done to the music world with his Coconut Bangers’ Ball covers CD. If you are anything like me, you might find yourself laughing out loud, so use caution in public places/quiet cubicles.

Ûž Finally, I have decided that I need a private jet and/or a good friend with hundreds of thousands of extra frequent flyer miles to freely bestow upon those they love. You see, someone offered me an extra ticket to the Pearl Jam/U2 blowout in December in Hawaii. Now I just need to get there. C has some ideas over at Scatter ‘o’ Light. Brainstorming welcome.