There is no Roseability

The real world is always going to be a mess. Having said that, if I were still blogging political issues instead of whining about my own life, I would have throughouly enjoyed the recent past. It's been a time of plenty for the vultures of left-wing punditry. This week, Wolfowitz is out, and Falwell has finally gone to hang out with Jesus. It seems like the last two years have witnessed the downfall, one by one, of the original cadre of cronies. The message seems to be that justice will prevail. Who'd have thought.

I browsed people's Facebook pictures from Myrtle Beach, and there were no words to describe how glad I was not to have been there. It didn't even look unpleasant in the sour-grapes, "these people are all friends and I'm not" kind of way. It just looked unpleasant. The color of the wooden walls of the house in which they apparently did nothing but play drinking games made me feel claustrophobic and nauseous. The pictures reek of dirty, loud, and stupid. If you don't know what loud and stupid smell like, think PBR and pizza grease. It reminded me of my least favorite aspects of FOOT leading, but with people only about a third as cool, and no woods. Ew. The beach itself just looked kind of drab and pathetic. I honestly don't know why anyone would participate in such a thing voluntarily. I really just don't get it. I guess I never will.

I got the new Shins album from Chris, and it is just heavenly. I don't know what it is about this band, but they seem to have been granted permission to tap the divine well of musical truth. There is something so pure about their music that you wonder how it can possibly be innovative, and yet it sounds like nothing else. Other things I'm drooling over are Sunny Day Real Estate's old classic Diary (real old school emo, yay) Senses Fail's Still Searching (making screaming catchy again), Damien Rice in general (most beautiful songs ever), and Idlewild's 100 Broken Windows, which features "Roseability," one of the catchiest and most nonsensical rock songs I've heard in ages. (The stickiest hook? The repeated non-sequitur "And Gertrude Stein said that's enough.") I might upload it when I get time.