Win or Lose (washingtonpost.com)

"Yet another franchise came along in 1901, now in the American League. This time, Washington did something we had never done before: signed a bona fide star still near the peak of his powers. Ed Delahanty was a strapping, square-jawed slugger, the best hitter of his day. An esteemed authority on baseball history, Bill James, has compared Delahanty to the seemingly incomparable Joe DiMaggio. The man batted .346 over 16 seasons. He once went 9 for 9 in a double-header.

But after just one full season in Washington, Big Ed started drinking even more heavily than usual. Suspended from the team during a trip to Detroit, he boarded a train for home. Blotto, he brandished a straight razor at other passengers. The conductor stopped the train near the Canadian border and dumped Delahanty trackside. Our star went reeling into the night, plunged from the International Bridge into the Niagara River, washed over Niagara Falls, and was pureed by the propeller of a sightseeing boat."

Breakpoints the official blog of the botz

just so you know, the robots are back.

Hunter S. Thompson v. Richard M. Nixon v. DJ Buck Wheaton

So here's the psychedelic disaster. It's in two parts.

Part One
Part Two

Enjoy it. Like I said, listen to it in a dark room, alone.

hot hot heat

yes they're canadian but they're stand up fellows and they know how to trash a hotel room. this is a link to a page with a new mp3 from a new album. it's really poppy and I'm not sure how I feel about it, which along with singer steve bay's growing gheri curls gets me worried, but hopefully there'll be some rockers on the rest of the album.

DURKL

the clothes are aight but the song is absolutely off the chain. buy something.

Comments

The old comments system seems to have died, so this is a test of a new one.

Skype

Do any of you use this thing? If you don't know it's free voice phone calls over the internet. I just called someone who didn't have a mic, and she could hear me while I talked to my computer.

It felt strange and dirty in a futuristic sort of way.

If you're on skype, and I know you, holler at your boy: skypename: derekteslik.

An aside

There is really nothing like a 'dormant commerce clause' case about contoured mudguards in IL to welcome one back to another thrilling week of law school. For real, when I read about this case as an aside in America: The Book I thought is was a joke. I was wrong. Bibb v. Navajo Freight Lines, Inc., 359 U.S. 520 (1959), ain't no joke, people. Look alive, and watch out for heat buildup in the brake well caused by the interlining.....

Blink O Rama

There is now officially a blog for everything.

Coming later this week: a two hour psychedelic disaster named Hunter S. Thompson v. Richard M. Nixon v. DJ Buck Wheaton.

It was recorded live on location in St. Louis, MO, on Saturday, February 26th, 2005. My parents were listening to it from a parked car in a hotel parking lot. An anonymous 52-year-old called it "the most creative radio [he] had heard in years." I don't believe him.

The aforementioned psychedelic disaster will be presented in .mp3 format, and it is suggested that you listen to it alone in the dark.

This always cruel month is almost over.

Debunking Punk - What the Clash meant to rock 'n' roll. By Stephen Metcalf

great rock writing is a pleasure to encounter in a world of garbage reviews and limp glossy magazines.

Metcalf does a nice job tying the birth and death of rock and roll up in a bow shaped like London Calling, and driving a socio-historic highway from elvis to the clash passing directly though the beatles and the stones.

it's not the history of rock in 2500 words, but it's a nice picture, and it's worth your time.

Author Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide (washingtonpost.com)

he shot himself in the head.

what a jerk.

i thought he'd have the cajones to take whatever fear he faced like a man, to just deal with things getting weird or hard.

I guess he didn't.

what a jerk.

he talked such a big game......

Nationals Inquirer

lots of nats blogging a gwan. word.

Major League III: A New Beginning

Everything I've been reading about the Nats, by which I mean everything I can find, reminds me of the movie Major League. A franchise that has been disrespected moving to a city that has been disrespected. A team that's actually a team, even though, or because, they've been written off and f'd with and told they don't even deserve to exist. And a city that is the seat of representative government that is unrepresented in that government. Even Larkin moving to the front office smacks of Tom Berenger managing the Indians in the embarrassing Major League II.

And even though Major League II sucked, I've got a feeling that this season, which I'll refer to from here on out as Major League III, will be awesome.

word

if we make it past 2012 then we've got somthing to look forward to.

A good five minutes

I use a band-aid
as a bookmark
for the bukowski poetry
i read on the can.

it seems appropriate.