�You know those guitars that are, like, double? You know, like, double guitars?�

Still working on my list of my top 50 albums. It�s slow going when every entry requires one to wax nostalgic and relate sanguine anecdotes about the girl on which one had a crush when said album was popular, or one�s course schedule the term that said album was purchased, or the heartwrenching breakup from which one recovered by listening to said album, or the nervous breakdown and subsequent recovery framed by said album, or the road trip frought with peril during which said album enjoyed heavy rotation, or the first time I witnessed a performance by / met / argued with the creator of said album, or the awkward first stages of a new relationship during which said album was also discovered, or the girl on which one had a crush when said album was popular, or girl about the girl of the girl when said girl was girl. I am working hard to imbue each entry with autobiographical veracity while at the same time avoiding the naming of names, libel, or inevitable resemblance to a second-rate Nick Hornby. Also striving to use new adjectives to describe songs besides haunting and gorgeous. This is why I�ve only written 25 entries. But I think I have the �big ones� out of the way and the rest should be smoother sailing.

[This is hilarious. Revenge via eBay.]

In college my hilarious friend Beth invented a character named Transor. He was a robot shaped like a small mail truck. "Oh, so he�s a mail truck?" "No, he�s shaped like a mail truck." He had a very low, monotone robotic voice and the only thing he could say was, "Popcorn." I can do a pretty fair impression of him if you ask nicely.

[Proof that I am funnier than some of the people McSweeney's publishes]

This same person, Beth, also got into grad school at De Paul. I went to the post office with her when she went to mail her acceptance forms to them. Where it asked, "Are there any other questions or concerns we could address at this time?" I convinced her to write, "Uh ... are you gonna eat that?"

[Best concept album about Michigan by a Christian: Greetings From Michigan, The Great Lakes State by Sufjan Stevens]

The re-release of Music Has The Right To Children has prompted a listening revival for me, though I never really retired it in the first place. It was especially apt this morning, walking to the train. The weather was warm and not windy, the trees prevailing over the city air and filling in their leaves, and there was an exponential increase in the number of people and dogs on the sidewalk up and down Hoyne.

What�s it like to love one�s job? I think it must feel amazing.

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