Wednesday, September 08, 2004

records as food.  

DJ Jester is more than a walking turntable machine.
he is human, people.

currently travelling the country from ballpark to ballpark showcasing Microsoft's challenge to the iPod, he will be featured by yours truly in the upcoming issue of Signal to Noise.
any friend of Kid Koala's is a friend of mine.

speaking of Koalas, Mexico's reigning dream team of soccer, the UNAM Pumas handled Spain's skirt-wearing pretty boys: Real Madrid.
ah, soccer. giving you a chance to kick the shit out of your former colonizer one game at a time.


and has anyone seen Wong Kar-Wai's In the Mood for Love? thanks to Hua for putting me up on this film (paging me, Kar-Wai is a masta killa of the cinema for a hot minute now), which thanks to Netflix is in my apartment for an undefined time.
(twists moustache...)

fate, folks. what is this? if a person of the oppposite sex that you found devastatingly attractive and intelligent popped up in a class (oh, lets say Modern British Fiction) and then--a year later, no less-- returns (oh, for lets say, an introductory course in Linguistics), what does that mean? how long must one hold their tongue? she wears nice glasses.


we need more of these. and these. and these.

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