Escape From St. Paul

After much hullabaloo, the Compas Community Arts grant is in. Now it is just in the hands of God and/or at the mercy of the Compas grant staff. The thing was a huge ordeal that brought out some of the worst in Sarah and me. Somehow, we are still friends through it all. Woooord. I started writing a big rant about the idealistic hoops people need to jump through to cater to the ideals of the high...

Charlie Rose vs. Patreaus

Watched this while biking last night. This is probably the best explanation of what is going on in Iraq. I wish Bush would talk as much....

Charlie Rose vs. The Coen Bros – No Country for Old men

This was an interesting little watch last night while trying to burn off that extra helping of...

Post Turkey Coma

My friend Jenn told me a joke this evening that some drunk guy told her Native American uncle yesterday: “hey, hey, if the first indians hadn’t shot a turkey…and instead shot a cat…we’d all be eating pussy tomorrow…HAHAHAHAHH!” True that. Damn Turkeys! Not only is the Tryptophan making me go into a coma, I don’t have any pussy… err...

Pre-Turkey Coma

Yay. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am heading back to Wisconsin to hang with my folks. I believe this might be the first Thanksgiving I have had with my family ON thanksgiving in a while. So I am stoked. Darren and Kristen will be there too. Anyway, I hope the 1 or 2 people who actually read this thing have a great...