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I have a shirt that reads "Keep Austin Weird." If you've never been to Austin, you have no idea what that means. If you have... well, this won't surprise you. Some kids in Austin hacked into those flashing construction-style traffic signs with great results (photo taken from Austin American Statesman, which credits nofearofthefuture.blogspot.com):

Frozen is in the title so that's where our headline comes from today. I dunno... I am obsessed with this song lately. I am cooling down to it at the gym and it's the song that has convinced me the new- ish singer for Shiny Toy Guns is OK. Anyhow, it closes their latest album: Frozen Oceans - Shiny Toy Guns

I'm getting excited for the Super Bowl and it had me thinking back to the last time the Steelers played in the game. It was not a particularly pretty game and there are Seahawks fans who still think the NFL tried to make them lose (get over it). Anyhow, there were maybe two highlight-worthy plays: a big TD run by Willie Parker to start the second half and a crazy TD pass off a reverse by Antwaan Randle -El. And that last play brings me to this blog. We are force-fed highlights by ESPN and any number of other outlets. The problem is that the moments that make me love sports RARELY match up with the oft-hyped highlights that are supposed to be so great. And it makes me mad. Sports are an escape and should be enjoyed, not taken too seriously. And why are they an escape? It's a rush. We like to be loud and we like to be hanging on the edge of a plot - the what's going to happen? feeling - except in sports (with rare scandalous exceptions), there's no script. It...

The scene outside security at Reagan-Washington National. Get here early if you're flying today.

On this day, we're told change is coming. And not a damn moment too soon, if you ask me. In fact, we need an executive order, stat. We need someone to rescue pop radio. And a good first step? Elimination of folks like Katy Perry with people we can put our trust in... or at least who have a track record of putting out pop songs we can really love. Take it away, Kelly: My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson

Today, we're starting a new category of posts called "Making My Readers Mad." This is reserved for posts I think will incite the furor of some fraction of the small audience reading this fine blog. I hate Counting Crows. I have never liked Counting Crows. They came to being at a time in my life where if it didn't involve heavy guitars I hated it. Even today, when I love all kinds of rootsy bands - a little bit of just about everything, really - I cannot bear this band. Why? Let's review: They are vastly overrated. In my high school, when they first came out, every kid who loved them was an ass. And they went on and on about how great Counting Crows is. And how I just don't understand. And how the bands I like aren't nearly the musicians that the members of Counting Crows are. And, how that even though I saw Pink Floyd, Beck, an entire flipping Lollapalooza , R.E.M. and many more before graduation, I had not yet seen a "good" concert bec...

This is the scene heading north on US 27 toward Belle Glade, FL where I had a meeting today. When you think of Florida, this probably isn't the scene you picture. These, though, are the Everglades. And the road, to quote a coworker, has more in common with Kansas then the Sunshine State. Long, flat... For miles. And aside from traffic, it's this or fields of sugarcane.