Radio Cures All

In about a week or so I'm starting my own radio show.  I'm trying to come up with a good name for the show, so here I will brainstorm some names:

Ludvig Von Awesome's Soundwave Trap

The Ghost of Indie's Past

The Pretentious Douchebag Top 10

Song For the Dumped

Up until yesterday I was in a band.

I woke up, had coffee and went to practice thinking it would be a time to play, forget about life's troubles and generally enjoy myself.  Well that was totally the wrong mindset to have before walking into a "band meeting".  And this meeting felt like the many of the final conversations that I and some of you occasionally have when you are breaking up with someone.

Mac Mark

I am not a Mac fanboy.

I converted to Apple as my primary machine of choice about 2 years ago and it was a long drawn out decision mostly tied to the pricing issue.  I was on the verge of picking up an HP notebook but then the machine I had chosen was reportedly experiencing massive hard drive failures out of production.

Whacking The First Domino With a Sledgehammer

When you're young, you have nothing but time and potential.

When you grow up, your obligations end up being the things that motivate you the most to do what you have to do.

It's possible to say that growing up in and of itself is the act of having responsibilities -- people places and things to bear in mind and do right by. What does this do to a person's creative process? What happens when resources like time, money and space start to dissipate and you become more limited in terms of your "freedom".

I'm a Remote Control, You're a Circuit Board

This is a direct response to this blog entitled "Technofetishista" in which my best friend Warren, explains his computer gear sickness.

First, some background details. He and I lived together for about a year and a half or so about a decade ago and he was, is and will always be a collector. Our respective girlfriends at the time marveled at the dozen still-packed boxes of his stuff that literally leaned against one of our walls for the duration of our living together. Contained in these boxes were old computer mags, Pennysaver ad papers, a few gadgets, doodads, sketches (some of them old and some of them really neat) and other miscellaneous items that I can't describe in 2 words or less.

Micro-Son-tendo Wiiboxstation

I finished Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Gay Tony recently and it sent me back to a constant source of debate for me. I finished that game on my most recently purchased console, the Xbox 360 and it was a downloadable exclusive to Microsoft.

I was the most reluctant to purchase this one out of all three of the current consoles. I had my reasons, including the fact that I already had a Nintendo Wii and Sony PS3. There were also various reports of colossal hardware failures in the first few iterations of Microsoft's box. I'm also an Apple mark, and citing many frustrations Microsoft machines have given me over the years compared to almost none with my Macbook, iPhone, iPod, Time Capsule and other yuppie Apple accessories, you can see why I might have relented in the investment.

All Work and All Play

It's Monday December 7th and I'm on vacation, spending it exclusively at home. I'm in pajamas, unkempt with a week's beard, sitting in front of a big TV playing GTA: The Ballad of Gay Tony. If anything else, this is a brief reprieve from the stresses and pomp that I go through to buy things like the TV, so it's a nice balance.