Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Musically Artistic Friends in AWESOMENESS!
My wife got me a subscription to Time Magazine a few weeks ago. I think they're actually paying us to take the damn thing. Maybe not, but it was a ridiculous deal, something like fifteen bucks for a year of Time and In Style (or HomeLife, or Real Simple, or Vacuum Struggle, or some womany thing like that). Time ain't what it used to be, back when my dad subscribed in the '80's. These days it feels about as light as a comic book, sometimes clocking in at barely 64 pages. One could probably read it cover to cover in an hour or so, if it weren't, you know, Time, and didn't reliably put the reader to sleep within fifteen minutes. Its coverage is as insubstantial as its size, focusing more than ever on useless pop culture bric-a-brac. The five issues we've received have included cover stories on Ann Coulter, Star Wars, and the new X-Box. Not exactly important journalism, there, but I suppose it keeps the rag from getting blamed for riots caused by the unique and all-encompassing assholishness of this government's foreign policy.
The latest issue arrived yesterday, with a cover date of May 30, 2005, and a story about this year's graduating class of military officers. Again, nothing too exciting. But what true glory awaits inside, despite such inauspicious first impressions! There are not one, but TWO! excellent articles within. There's a nice profile of former WUOG dj (and occasional "Head to Head" board operator) Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton, and, even greater still, the most in-depth article I've yet to read on our new all-time favorite human Cowboy Troy. Who knew that Troy spoke six languages, or that he had a philosophy degree from UT, or that he's a few hours short of a masters in economics? Not only is he the most electrifying country music performer since the Kentucky Headhunters, he's also apparently the best educated. And he has a song declaring himself the "Last of the Brohicans"! What an unforgivably exhilirating giant of a man this Cowboy be!
My wife got me a subscription to Time Magazine a few weeks ago. I think they're actually paying us to take the damn thing. Maybe not, but it was a ridiculous deal, something like fifteen bucks for a year of Time and In Style (or HomeLife, or Real Simple, or Vacuum Struggle, or some womany thing like that). Time ain't what it used to be, back when my dad subscribed in the '80's. These days it feels about as light as a comic book, sometimes clocking in at barely 64 pages. One could probably read it cover to cover in an hour or so, if it weren't, you know, Time, and didn't reliably put the reader to sleep within fifteen minutes. Its coverage is as insubstantial as its size, focusing more than ever on useless pop culture bric-a-brac. The five issues we've received have included cover stories on Ann Coulter, Star Wars, and the new X-Box. Not exactly important journalism, there, but I suppose it keeps the rag from getting blamed for riots caused by the unique and all-encompassing assholishness of this government's foreign policy.
The latest issue arrived yesterday, with a cover date of May 30, 2005, and a story about this year's graduating class of military officers. Again, nothing too exciting. But what true glory awaits inside, despite such inauspicious first impressions! There are not one, but TWO! excellent articles within. There's a nice profile of former WUOG dj (and occasional "Head to Head" board operator) Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton, and, even greater still, the most in-depth article I've yet to read on our new all-time favorite human Cowboy Troy. Who knew that Troy spoke six languages, or that he had a philosophy degree from UT, or that he's a few hours short of a masters in economics? Not only is he the most electrifying country music performer since the Kentucky Headhunters, he's also apparently the best educated. And he has a song declaring himself the "Last of the Brohicans"! What an unforgivably exhilirating giant of a man this Cowboy be!
