The other night I was walking down Harvard Ave, groceries in hand, and I looked up into a lit window because I saw a pair of sneakers flying past. I let my voyeuristic tendencies get the best of me and I continued looking: these feet were poking up in the air, then immediately falling, over and over again. You could hear the crashing from the sidewalk, a good fifty yards away from impact. For a moment, both feet stuck up in the air and spun around each other before falling out of view with a loud crash: it was then that I realized that the loud hip-hop was coming from that apartment, and that this person was desperately, and unsuccessfully, trying to learn how to breakdance, but instead getting very good at the ancient French art of violently throwing oneself at the floor.
God bless ‘im for trying, though.

And also: Joe fucking Biden is running for President in 2008. Let’s see…combined with Kerry Pt. II and Hillary, it seems like we ought to maybe just give McCain the keys to the White House bowling alley now, and save us all some time.

Oprah & Obama in Oh-Eight!