I’m officially picking the Cleveland Cavaliers to beat the San Antonio Spurs in five games. Crazy? Maybe. But I don’t know, I just think they can do it. They did just beat a Nets team and a Pistons team that nobody thought they would beat.

So, there you have it, my pick is on record.

i don’t know anyone who uses twitter. which makes the whole thing very unuseful for me. i sort of get how it could be cool, if you had lots of friends who were members and wanted to know what they were up to. but given that the only person’s status i can check is mine, and i generally have a pretty good idea of what i’m doing at any given moment, it’s just not all that awesome.

it seems to be a very popular site, but not in the way that myspace is. when i meet someone, no matter what level of technical background they have, i just assume they are myspace members. i don’t know anyone who is a twitter member. no one. and until twitter gets the level of regular people joining that sites like myspace, facebook, and friendster have, it just isn’t that useful in every day life.

but maybe in a year i’ll read this and think it was incredibly lacking in foresight. i guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

So I’m using Bandwagon right now to back up my ~40GB or so of music. And it’s working great so far, exactly as advertised. But the problem is that it doesn’t really solve a very interesting problem for me. On the one hand it’s great that all my music is backed up. If anything happens, if my computer were to implode in a ball of fire, it’s nice to know that I’d still have all my music. But I don’t really care about that. I have almost everything on CD and the things I don’t have I could easily get again through other methods. The thing I really want is to have access to my music from anywhere.

If someone had a service where I could upload all my music and then access it, over the web, from wherever, I would be extremely interested in that. All day at work I listen to music and then I get home and I don’t have the same music. And on my phone, etc… That would be something really exciting.

So these crazy people have developed an iTunes backup thing. And are giving out free accounts for a year to any blogger who posts something about it. Not a bad idea really, and thus I’m taking part. Thank you very much Bandwagon!

It’s so true, if you were watching the video, you’d be laughing right now.

Guaranteed. Unless you suck, and then maybe not. But you suck, so who cares?

When we cast our love into the sea of human emotion, sometimes what we catch is in fate’s hands.

I never asked to be a fisherman in such a sea as this.

The Red Sox’s win the pennant. The. Red Sox’s. win. the pennant. Am I really saying that out loud?

Suh weet.

From the desk of Nat Friedman
27 Jul 2000

Fellow Ravers,

An issue has recently come to the forefront of our culture which I would like to discuss, if you can spare a moment of your synthetically inebriated lives to consider the thoughts of another rave-goer. That issue is: excessively baggy pants.

Rave boys and rave girls, these pants are an embarrassment to us and everything we stand for (phat beats and plur). They are not only aesthetically displeasing, they decry of ill-made decisions and mistakes yet to come. Not to mention the risk of bodily harm a rave-person takes on! I need not speak of the hazards of passing through revolving doors with superfluously large slacks trailing behind, catching, face slamming to glass, blood, screams.. funeral ill-attended by large-slacked and slack-jawed mourners… a monstrous scene.

And then there is the mountainous cost of the cloth which goes into these tremendous trousers. Bolt upon bolt of denim, meticulously cut and sewn by sore-fingered bleary-eyed eight-year-old Malaysians, who themselves are clad in the most meager hodge-podge garments, hewn together from whatever refuse happened to catch in the drainage tracts that week, yearning for something more substantial. An entire Malaysian orphanage could be clothed using the material from just one raver pant leg (numerous pockets and zippers included).

And yet we, the children of electronica — the harbingers of a new generation of music, culture and thought! — we continue with this life of undeserved pantaloonial excess. Hazardous and humiliating slackitude, all paid for by dad’s platinum card. Why, Levi Strauss would turn in his grave if he knew that modern dungarees bore a more striking resemblance to the ship’s sails from whence the fabric which powered his empire was originally taken than to the garments that launched his career.

Webster’s dictionary defines “pant” as:

pant, n., 1. an outer garment covering each leg separately and
usually extending from the waist to the ankle — usually used in
plural 2. plural, chiefly British: men’s underpants 3. plural:
PANTIE 4. with one’s pants down: in an embarrassing position (as
of being unprepared to act).

People of the rave, I ask you not to get caught with *your* pants down. Save us all the mortification of these unnecessarily baggy leggings, save yourselves from their dangers, and let’s all save our money for the pacifiers, glow sticks and bottled water by which we define ourselves and our place in the universe.

Ecstatically yours,
Nat Friedman aka “Lieutenant Flibbity Gibbits”

“Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.”

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