it's my lucky day!

My review of Death From Above 1979 in concert

Also, the Texas Film Festival begins today. Apparently it's the largest student-run event of its kind in the nation. In other words, we're the best. At everything.

With the news on in the background, I'd just like to take a brief editorial break here:
Thank God there haven't been any Schiavo protests on campus.

As for the film fest: PRIMER tonight! Awesome!





Also, the piece of DEATH was turned in today. Perhaps it will run tomorrow. Perhaps it won't. Either way it's out of my hair. And the English presentation... wasn't a disaster.

March Madness!

Separated at birth: West Virginia's Mike Gansey & SNL's Seth Myers

and

Too bad about the Mountaineers- I really thought they had the Cards beat. As if it weren't already obvious, Pitino is an evil genius. Don't worry, they'll get shellacked by the fightin' Illini next weekend.

Also: I got the first track of Malkmus's new album from Fluxblog. It's called "Pencil Rot," and it's really... odd. But promising; I'm pretty excited about "Face the Truth."

All the worry about tonight turned out to be sort of wrong-headed, as the presentation is firmly under control, and I got yet another extension on the Latino story of death. Which means I can watch "Arrested Development," which sure beats pulling one's one hair out, folicle by folicle. (sp and sp!)

It's pencil rot!

You're a Basketball, I'm a Machine

Although I don't suppose it's come up in the blog so far, I'm a pretty fanatical sports fan, particularly when it comes to college basketball. This time of year the excitement comes to a sort of cresendo which some have been known to call... madness.

Cheesy opening aside, this season has been especially fun here, with the men's basketball team enjoying a notable resurgence. Meanwhile, the women languish in near-competence (despite much-lauded, pricey head coach Gary "I don't play my seniors on Senior Day" Blair). Having watched something like 90% of their games, I don't mind saying I'm surprised the women made the postseason. Every time Mo blocked a shot or snagged a rebound, Tweety was there to turn the ball over.

The men were a different, happier story. Led by junior star forward Antoine Wright, sophomore Acie Law IV (incidentally I think it's pretty awesome that the "IV" made it onto the back of his jersey), and freshman phenom (do lazy journalists just use this faux alliteration because it's easy and obvious? because, damn, it really is) Joseph Jones, the men broke stomped a series of cupcakes in the season's early going and broke even in conference play (8-8), an eight game improvement over last year.

Yes, you read that correctly. Last season the Aggie men lost every single Big XII (roman numerals denote degree of prestige) basketball game. I'm fairly certain that I was at every single home game and hence, I was ushered by Mick Jagger singing to me, in that world-weary voice of his that has sold so many million records, that "you can't always get what you want." But if you try sometimes, you'll fire the coach and hire the young gun away from UTEP. And that's what we did.



This haunted looking man's name is Billy Gillispie. He also answers to "2005 Big XII Coach of the Year." Having a trio of studs around certainly helped (thank you for that at least, Melvin- hope you're having a good time cleaning up Quinn Snyder's oil spills [see photo below]), but the BG put the pieces together in a way that hasn't been seen in these parts since acid wash jeans - though chances are some time spent in CS's sadder locales might allow for a sighting of those particular travesties.



But I digress! This entry is actually about (or was originally about- it magically morphed into a season recap...with pictures!) Tuesday's play-in game to the Big Dance, the NCAA Tournament. The epic struggle featured Oakland and Alabama A&M duking it out to play sacrificial lamb Friday against North Carolina in their very own baby blue backyard. I didn't watch much of this game, because I already witnessed both teams in action last December, in Reed Arena. Yes, A&M beat both the Oakland Golden Grizzlies AND the Alabama A&M Muscled Hounds (judging from their logo, at least).



I'm not saying the Aggies deserved a tournament spot- we'd've been blown out by the Tar Heels or some other powerhouse more than likely. But it was fun being anywhere near the sometimes maddening bubble discussion. We're Not In Tournament and proud and if things had worked out differently, I'd be there Wednesday. But it's SPRING BREAK 2005 and it's time to rock!



An incomplete/half-hearted wrap up is almost certain to follow the destruction this week will entail. Or not!

Kenneth- Here's the Frequency

Two pieces that first appeared Monday:

Dead Meadow, "Feathers"

and my fantasy rock festival line-up:
Re-Paved
(that's not the actual title, and maybe the real title would make more sense if I had included Wilco, but whatever)

The end:
"Since we’re asking for miracles and most of the other Silver Jews are already there, why not invite indie rock’s poet laureate David Berman to come play a few tunes? Berman is notoriously loath to perform his songs live, but it’s happened before, as a handful of mp3s on my hard drive will attest. A performance of “Secret Knowledge of Backroads” would segue nicely into Pavement’s set, which would be four hours long and include everything from “Box Elder” to “The Hexx.”

After a final encore (“Here,” of course), the band would break up all over again, and all would once again be right with the world."

Now I'm going to sue myself for plagiarism. Just kidding, I don't want to be like John Fogerty that much, even though Creedence is awesome. He got sued for sounding too much like himself, remember?

By the way, isn't Lewis Black showing up on The Daily Show a lot more often than normal, lately? I'm not complaining, but I'm not jumping for joy either. The re-enactment that just ran (Tuesday night) was pretty awesome though. Er.

TSUNAMI story tomorrow! Maybe I'll link to it this time.