the beginning of the end

Job hunting is frustrating, especially in the dead of winter. It doesn't help when interviewers schedule a time for you to come in, then ask you questions they could have answered had they even looked at your resume. It's also fun to hear that their inattention to detail is such that until just that moment, they didn't realize you didn't have the experience they were looking for anyways. But on a lighter note, I feel free to use 'but' to begin a sentence. No, actually the real lighter note is that LOST IS BACK ON. The premiere was good, but it really did need to be two full hours. I'm too used to instant gratification with the DVDs I suppose. I like the flash forward they're doing now; it really doesn't ruin anything because the future that's flashed to is not the end of the time line. I hadn't noticed until i was reading some articles regarding tonight's episode that in the last episode of season three, Jack insinuates (in what we find out is a flash forward) that his father is still alive. Interesting. Whatever exactly happened with Michael and Walt anyways? Hopefully we see more of their journey off the island, or whatever actually happened. Anyways, I'm done nerding out about that for now, but if you haven't seen it, rent, borrow or steal the DVDs and get crackin'.



i think more people would like rap if they heard guys like mf doom. just like neko case demonstrates that country lyrics can be lyrical and coheed and cambria practically scream through their guitars that rock can have substance, doom and his ilk stand alone trying to save rap. no one who really appreciates rap can even think of jibbs or 50 cent or li'l wayne as belonging to the same genre; it's akin to lumping led zeppelin in with nickelback. to sum up, i'll quote doom himself from his song "Old School" (with Talib Kweli) : "And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat? What type of chitlins is that?"

Danger Doom featuring Ghostface Killah "The Mask"

historic new hampshire province, china

this being my first official "real" blog (i.e., not myspace) i'll be brief. i watched coverage of the new hampshire primaries all night, then i wondered if there was something else i should have been doing. i guess someday though, i can tell the grandkids how i was watching when president (insert name here) won in new hampshire, or lost but came back miraculously, and then went on to take the white house. in all actuality i'll just grumble about how tancredo was my guy but was totally unelectable, and then wax sentimental over 3.40 gasoline, and how when i was a kid we didn't have to take chinese in school. i want a drink now.