It's been so long, and I've been so lazy. Popular culture will only allow me to think or communicate in soundbite form.

Spoon's Gimme Fiction: This shit is hotter than it needs or has any right to be.
Bob Dylan's book: "Balzac is hilarious."
Summer: Genetics have made it impossible for me to take off my shirt. Damn this season.
The National's "All the Wine": "I'm a perfect piece of ass, like every Californian." Yes, finally, someone got it right.
Six dollar wine: Way too easy to drink.
No more Shaw Report in Entertainment Weekly: My only hope is that Jessica lands on her feet. Somewhere, a ragged near-40 type is mumbling "5 minutes ago" at people with the collar of their Le Tigre shirts worn up.
Bloc Party's "Price of Gas": "The price of gas keeps rising/ nothing comes for free." Is metaphor now considered "5 minutes ago"?
The Decemberists: Who can sit through an album with lyrics like "Below the tamaracks/ He is crying/ 'Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying'"? The answer: not me. Did Colin Meloy hear Belle and Sebastian for the first time and think to himself "Good, but not precious enough." "16 Military Wives" kicks a lot of ass, though.
People with the collar of their Le Tigre shirts worn up: Assholes.