Every Night They Sleep In Empty Sanctuaries


Here is a depressing morsel I dug up from the summer 2007 Panda Sanchez back-catalog section of a store that metaphorically resembles the iconic record shop in High Fidelity.  Caveat:  It moves like molasses and finds an inebriated version of me on vocals; a friend’s borrowed steel-string Washburn (thanks Vanessa); a condenser mic; a MicroKorg; the moody aftermath of David Fincher’s Zodiac; and GarageBand.  So … yes … if left up to my own devices, I get totally emo (at least circa 2007).

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What Men Really Want


We want to get into your pants with as few obstacles as possible (kidding … sort of).

I recently happened upon Elephanteer Andrea Balt’s article, “What women really want,” and I couldn’t help but hit the über-belated reply button on her excellent pocket guide (which I’ve tattooed, backwards, on my forehead) to understanding the Rubik’s cube of Womankind.

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