We barely have enough time to figure out who we are and then we become bitter and isolated as we age.

The Internet has made me very casual with a level of omniscience that was unthinkable a decade ago. I now wonder if God gets bored knowing the answer to everything.

Besides, animals don’t even have time. Only humans have time. It’s what makes us different.

I mean five thousand years ago people emerge out of nowhere -sproing!- with brains and everything and begin wrecking the planet. You'd think we'd give the issue a little more thought than we do.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is fantastic. It's volcanic and sexy and utterly unlike anything I've read before. It feels like the future in a dazzling way that has nothing to do with looking backward. It's been a long wait for a new novel from Mark Leyner, but worth it. Ten out of ten from me.

The Vienna Franks are a good example of urban white acid folk revivalism crossed with ska.