Few things are as sweet as when crankiness meets acerbic wit. James Howard Kunstler embodies this sweetness. While some of his political musings are bat-shit insane, his "eyesore of the month" page is priceless. I've found that after checking out his page, I've developed a whole new vocabulary that I can use to express my disgust at the architectural abortion that is the modern day North American city. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to sully the pastoral grandeur of a southwestern Ontario cornfield with a big-box Old Navy (you know, the clothing emporium for thrifty conformist fashionistas)? Such is the case not 3 miles from my front door.
I used to have a habit of speaking in superlatives. I've been trying to wean myself off of this habit, but I can't help but slip up from time to time. Like now: The Drive-by Truckers are the best band on the planet, hands down. Usually sweaty, loud, hairy men are not associated with articulate intelligence, but the Truckers shatter stereotypes. Eardrums too. I know, because I sat in front of Mike Cooley's fully cranked Marshall half-stack for two and half hours one night in Toronto. Check 'em out, and please spread the word
I used to have a habit of speaking in superlatives. I've been trying to wean myself off of this habit, but I can't help but slip up from time to time. Like now: The Drive-by Truckers are the best band on the planet, hands down. Usually sweaty, loud, hairy men are not associated with articulate intelligence, but the Truckers shatter stereotypes. Eardrums too. I know, because I sat in front of Mike Cooley's fully cranked Marshall half-stack for two and half hours one night in Toronto. Check 'em out, and please spread the word
