As part of the Nick Burd Fine Arts Recommendation Reciprocity Clause (NBFARRC), I hereby recommend the Scissor Sisters album to you, Nick. I’m kind of late jumping on that particular bandwagon, so if you already heard them like five months ago and are so done loving/hating them, I apologize. They just sound like something you’d really like, because you are so gay.

Our Friends Electric is playing at Lilly’s on Saturday night. Hot

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I’ve spent enough time, over the past fifteen years, recording rehearsals, shows, and demos using primitive means—Dictaphones, Tascam 4-tracks, digital cameras, boom boxes, HandiCams, and even reel-to-reel—that I can definitely appreciate and get giddy about the fact that I used Cubase to record last night’s rehearsal on my laptop, and can listen to it now, at work, on my iPod. I love living in the Future.

A new trend in colloquial vulgarity that I picked up from Leah: Scandanavian profanity, i.e., “Sven is such a fjucking retðrd.”

First grad school deadline swiftly approaching. Must send out the last of my materials now. My least favorite part of the process: the personal statement. Maybe, for a school I don’t actually want to attend, if their application fee isn’t too high, I’m going to submit an actual Personal Statement, i.e.: “I have a few health issues, but it’s nothing some Valtrex can’t fix.”