oh, and Souljah Fyah is playing the WORKS tonight at Churchill Square 7:30 to 8:15, and then 8:45 to 9:30.

I'll be there for the 2nd set for sure, if not the first. It's all free, and if anyone else is interested in some art, live reggae and fun, you're welcome to join. I'm going down with some friends from the lab, but the more the merrier.

wait, where's Dan???

the myspace site has Dan still listed as a member, but he sure doesn't look like any of the guys in that photo... hmm this website says something different. ... when did this happen?

I found it, Tony. The song in the Adidas ad is "Eanie Meany" by Jim Noir. I think, for me, it's this World Cup's A Little Less Conversation.

EDIT: You can download it here (and, if the RIAA or CRIA are listening, you can do so at your own risk.)

For the curious here, and the assorted googlesters who appear to be so interested, Pronger's supposed to be holding a news conference Tuesday to discuss the issue. Mayhaps we'll have a cessation on wild rumours and speculation until then?

new face of Our Mercury?

By this time tomorrow you can buy things with 1% less tax. Therefore you can consume more for less. Or in theory that's how it works.

Star Control sequel rumors

Haha, I guess those two columnists don't bother to reign in the childishness just because they're not talking soccer. The South Shall Rise Again Sorry Canada, the Old Confederacy is now the center of the hockey world. :

Imagine a team from a Canadian city so far north that pond hockey is still played outside in July is being spanked by a team from a state best known as the home of Barney Fife and the good old boys of NASCAR.

Nil, Nil
The nihilism of soccer: The more you look, the less there is to see.
by Frank Cannon & Richard Lessner :

Soccer is the perfect game for the post-modern world. It's the quintessential expression of the nihilism that prevails in many cultures, which doubtlessly accounts for its wild popularity in Europe. Soccer is truly Seinfeldesque, a game about nothing, sport as sensation.
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When the ball actually approaches one of the goals, the fans reach fever pitch and the cheering becomes a deafening roar.

Of course, these infrequent occurrences in which the soccer ball approaches the end zone--where goaltenders wile away their time perusing magazines, trimming their fingernails or inspecting blades of grass--rarely result in a shot on goal.
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Mostly soccer is just guys in shorts running around aimlessly, a metaphor for the meaninglessness of life. Whole blocks of game time transpire during which absolutely nothing happens. Fortunately, this permits fans to slip out for a bratwurst and a beer without missing anything important. It's little wonder fans at times resort to brawling amongst themselves in the grandstands, as there is so little transpiring on the field of play to occupy their wandering attention.
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No game in which actually scoring goals is of such little importance could possibly occupy the attention of average Americans. Our country has yet to succumb to the nihilism, existentialism, and anomie that have overtaken Europe

Soccer, then, would appear to be a game better suited to dim-witted quadrupeds than to human beings.