What I Did Besides Flip the Bird This Thanksgiving

-So while I was home for Thanksgiving break my dad asked me to help him out in the kitchen. What was my job? "Help me flip the bird would you? It's gotta cook on the other side." My dad and I stared at each other for a few seconds and then gave each other the finger and laughed. It was touching, really.

-Also while I was home my brother expounded the virtues of Mr. Kanye West to me. A while back I commented on how I was skeptical of his use of autotune, a criticism that I do not feel was unwarranted, though it does certainly seem like everybody and their mother is utilizing the technique these days. That said? 808s and Heartbreaks actually sounded pretty decent, mostly because it is such a departure from Kanye's other material. More beat versus hook oriented, more spoken than sung. Not to mention the fact that the two videos released thus far are both very impressive (though I still think of Richard Linklater when I see rotoscoped film)
-Love Lockdown
-Heartless

-Everybody! Now that Thanksgiving is over we are on the dawn of America's next great holiday! Get out your Santa yarmulkas!

-In my long running commentary against "urban loneliness", I can now claim the support on NY Magazine, owing to a very detailed investigative piece they recently completed. Though NYC may have the highest number of people living alone and isolated in other supposed ways, all indicators regarding true emotional isolation point to our being pretty sane after all.

-And one more thing. Can we just talk about Plaxico Burres for a second? I saw a headline yesterday: Burres Shoots Himself in the Foot. "Okay," I figure. The Giants must be 10-2 and lost another game thanks to some dropped catches of his. When my friend told me that, no, Burres did not drop any catches, but instead just shot himself in the thigh...I walked away in embarrassment for Burres. To shame...