On Graduation

On the graduation exit survey at my university there are a lot of important questions, perhaps none more so than this pair found at the bottom of the 4th page:


Number of times per semester you attended events relevant to your academic interests:

Number of times per semester you used the Student Recreation Center:

Y'all, I'm not even sure that I know what an « event related to my academic interest » looks like, but I know for a fact that the rec center is where I spend two hours a day, five days a week sweating it out while trying in vain to make eye contact with this freshman Indian girl who I'm not man enough to try and talk to. So after some poor math and hazy recollections of Jimmy Carter and watching the inauguration at a pizza party, the numbers don't bode well for my propensity to self-identify as an intellectual. Ouch!

Thanks Georgia State, you (and by you I mean we) have a really great and helpful Political Science department that fully supported me. However I must admit that I wasn't sure whether to use "that" or “which” in the last sentence. Is that on me (and by me I mean us)?

Anyhoo, I was at bonnaroo this last weekend and I gotta say that the best show I saw all weekend was the Beastie Boys. As I heard their set start I was still at employee camping and I had to ditch my friend who was dragging his feet and head right over to the main stage to catch their set. The Beasties are one of my all time favorite bands, one of the few from middle school that I still listen to, I even got into their back catalog at a young age, going so far as to buy an old cassette with "egg raid on mojo" and "cookie puss" back in eighth grade. So I was thrilled to see the beasties switch roles, sometimes mcs, sometimes punk-brats, then funk-jazzers, always Beastie, always Brooklyn. Mix Master Mike was afforded buku time to shine and left me with the impression that he was probably the best DJ at Bonnaroo; Oakenfold, Girl Talk, sorry. Other highlights were Crystal Castles, MGMT, Of Montreal, Wilco and whoever's playing drums for the mars volta, that guy was sick.

Look for this blog to get more serious soon, regular updates, reviews, free music, the whole nine yards.