Educated Woman

It had been four years, three months, and 17 days since she’d been home. There were obvious changes: the faded white columns, the untamed shrubs. But the hummingbird feeder was still there, gently swinging below two mischievous tree squirrels. It reminded her of a time when sneaking out her bedroom window at twilight to shimmy down an oak tree and scamper off to a car tucked behind the neighbors drive was a dream ticket to freedom. But the time spent away at university had been eye-opening, ushering in a period of self-exploration and experimentation. She had cycled from one drug to the next quicker than most of the other freshman girls, but had found marijuana to be the only one worth keeping, as it consistently eased the ache in her skull on mornings when the vodka was still fresh on her breath. She found herself content in the social scene, a natural with cigarettes and candor. But her academics had been flooded with mediocrity, and she had been completely uninvolved in extra-curricular activities. Nevertheless she had graduated, with a quiet GPA and no familial representatives in the audience. And now, she had returned home. For how long, she knew not. But what she did know was what mattered to here right then and there. She strode across the back porch and in to her father’s den, where she poured a stiff brandy and took a seat on one of his classic bar stools. She knew then she wouldn’t be at home long, as she took the drink down hastily. She lit up a Parliament and poured herself another. “No, I won’t be here long,” she said, pausing to watch the cigarette glow. She began to think aloud , “Might as well take what I can. At least,’ she took a deep puff, ‘at least while it’s free.’”

No Shovels, No Minors

How Long (Cubanix Remix) *ror

Everlasting Shine Blockaz - The Black Keys vs. Big Boi

Never Let Me Down Again (Eric Prydz Remix)

Dead C∆T Bounce and You Killing Me - Justice (Big preview)

Out of Season

Give this a run. Even if it is only April.

Dapper Dan Man & Co.

I don't want Fop, godammit. I'm a Dapper Dan Man! " - Ulysses Everett McGill, O! Brother Where Art Thou

21 Ghost Train (Poka Remix) *via zaffa

Things I Haven't Done Yet *via zaffa

Suspenders

Sat down with the folks at a Cracker Barrel in San Marcos the other night. We somehow got in to the topic of airport security and the hassle it has become. My Dad, who never wears a belt - but always rocks suspenders, was voicing his dissatisfaction with the long process of undoing his suspenders when stepping through airport security. Naturally, this lead another member of the family to ask him why he even wears suspenders. His response was 100% crisp. "Suspenders. They keep me cool. If I'm wearing a belt, there is tightness in my waist and it gets hot. With the suspenders, the pants are lifted out and there is airflow. I don't get hot with suspenders. It's a temperature thing. Gotta keep cool." Later that evening, Bill told me he was ordering me a set of Trafalgar suspenders. Satisfaction, From one generation to the next.

Oliver - All Night *give this one a moment to set itself up.

Bob Schneider - A Long Way To Get


Bob Sinclair - Love Generation *was playing at Abel's yesterday during the Butler-VCU game.