Virtual Flaneurism

I prefer the gentleman in the over-sized white tee.

From Katie, who knows me too well:

There is a bizarre subtlety to this video that requires multiple watches.

In an advertising ploy clearly designed by the same wizards who called the Titanic unsinkable, Jamba Juice has set their sights on a new market: Lovers of Meaty Drinks

I don't know what disgusts me more - the ketchup and mustard swirl on top, or the thought of what they had to do to the hamburger to get it up a straw.

Star Wars Yoga - More Here.

I find it disappointing that there is no Yoda Yoga.

My favorite band. An old one:

I like the sentiment, but "doesent" is almost too much for me to handle.

July has turned into a rather...difficult month for me. A whole lot of things, not the least of which has been my decision to not return to law school, have left me uncertain of what I'll be doing this fall, and relatively apathetic, depressed and bored. Anyway, all things must pass.

This is not so bothersome until you begin to see the image as the four faces made out of his one horrible, Divine-esque visage.

From Kristie:

I read an article about Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" a few years ago that suggested that the song's subject might in fact be Dylan himself. This is certainly not confirmed, though even if it isn't true, I find so much more to relate to if "reading" the song as self-referential. Not that I feel alone, but a personal lament about feeling alone is easier to understand than Dylan's anger at a specific person I do not know. And it's just plain less bitter.

The article further suggested that the song's lyrics could reflect Dylan's transition from folk to electric, where his chosen mode of musical maturation led to his being ostracized from the Village music crowd. I don't necessarily endorse this particular spin; Dylan quite succinctly summarized his frustration regarding his falling out with the Greenwich Village folk scene in "Positively Fourth Street", another song worth an aural gander. Imagining "Like a Rolling Stone" as self-reference undoubtedly gives the lyrics a significantly varied meaning, one that I personally prefer to what would otherwise be a cold attack on an anonymous subject.

I should probably be working on getting a job instead of posting polar bear crap.