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Forget the hokey-pokey, here's what it's been all about, of late: Heiruspecs, The Streets, Lyrics Born, Red Sox Nation, Montreal, Mount Philo, sunset, leaves, essays, lawlessness, mindlessness, Busch Light, electoral votes, swing states, Calvin Coolidge, misplaced modifiers, Mickeyball, The New York Times, and Doritos. Always Doritos.

This is a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Do not vote for him in the coming election. Or else.

I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to indulge my vanity...

Has anyone checked out the Afternoon Records Website, yet? I think that's pretty freakin' good if I do say so myself.

Okay, there. I said it.

iPod Photo

Oh man! I want it! I want it!

You'll never guess who we ran into in Montreal.

I'll give you a hint: It was Ben Levinger.

Embarking again on another frivolous jaunt through perpetual boonies and burgs. Chicago, Detroit, Toronto, Montreal, Burlington, Sandusky, and perhaps Boston, New York, and Jersey here we come! We're going to show the Northeast who's boss!

(It's us. We're who's boss.)

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	10	11	12	R	H	E
Twins	1	2	0	0	0	0	0	2	0	0	0	1	6	12	0
Yankees	1	0	2	0	1	0	1	0	0	0	0	2	7	9	0

Damn!

I voted.

I wandered into one of the adjoining lounges in the campus center, as I often do, in hopes of pilfering coffee from an about-to-begin lecture or other random campus event that I (likely) wouldn't attend, were it not for free cheese and crackers. A short line of people greeted my confused look/furrowed brow with "Come vote!" So I was like, "okay." And I did. And that was that. So now, when the rest of you suckers are lined-up out the door of your local polling place on November 2—two days after another phenomenal World Series win. By the Twins. In seven.—waiting for hours, in the cold, to put that pencil/stylus to paper/touchscreen and mark/click the box/button next to your choice for President—and, if you happen to fuck up and pick the incumbent in that column, you aren't allowed to visit this site ever again—you can all contemplate the fact that I'm not. Because I didn't want to pay for coffee.