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My sister introduced me to Jon Wilkerson earlier this year, and we eventually all went to a Belle and Sebastian concert here in Boston. I hadn’t seen him since, and was shocked when I was sent his accident-related website earlier today:

“On Wednesday, June 21, 2006, Jon Wilkerson was involved in a tragic mountain biking accident at the Des Moines Creek Park in Kent, WA just outside Seattle. Jon was by himself when it occurred so he spent the night alone, hanging on until strangers found him the following day. Jon was in critical condition when found, requiring resuscitation and stabilization. His neck was broken at vertebrae C6 and suffered additional damage above and below this vertebrae. The accident has rendered Jon with limited mobility from his neck down. Since being hospitalized, he has also dealt with several significant complications including 4 bouts of pneumonia.”

According to the site, set up in his name to raise money for his treatment, Jon is doing as well as can be expected and is in very good hands. I thought I’d mention it here today to give him a little search engine juice and wish him a full recovery. He was a genuinely terrific guy and I’m sorry I didn’t get to know him better before he moved. Godspeed, Jon.

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Wednesday Wadio: Travis Does Britney, But Who Hasn’t?


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They fell off faster than a fat kid on a see-saw, but for a brief moment in 2001 Scottish band Travis were on top of the world and one of my very favorites. This is a cover of Britney’s (oooh, timely!) Hit Me Baby One More Time that was performed at Glastonbury that year – and it stands alone as a super tune. The minor guitar chords and Fran Healey’s sweetie-pie voice give it a sad, eerie feeling. Much how Mr. and Mrs. Spears must have felt when Britney brought that oozing cock sore into their home for the first time. See what you think.

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Britney, It’s Probably Too Late For You.


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That doesn’t change the fact that I’m extremely pleased you’ve kicked that fucking pariah out of your house and filed for divorce. I bemoaned your sad transformation a year or so ago, and you were truly the last to know that this would end in tears. As far as your career goes, you just don’t bounce back on the sexy meter after pumping out two dirtbag-descendants.

My older post covers most of the basics, so I’ll stick to my hopes for Britney’s future. Thanks to VH1, you’re always going to have a job, baby. Whether you’re on top of the charts, or a giant electronic scale – that’s still show business. If Flava can make a celebreality comeback, then so can you. Just please make sure that at no time Flava comes on your back. Cause that’s probably the only thing on this planet that’s worse than having your baggage lined with Feder.

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Please Allow Me To Dance For You.


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A co-worker wanted to play with his iPaq a few month ago. That’s not a euphemism for masturbation. It’s PDA with a video camera. So I performed an impromptu piece of interpretive dance which he sent to me last night. I’d forgotten about it, and in retrospect it’s quite breathtaking.

It’s kind of like a vaudeville version of the ‘robot’ which turns into some shadow boxing towards the end. Really, really ahead of its time. And I’m especially glad I was wearing my Jersey Shore Adidas top thingy that day. Please enjoy.

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Saturday Is Fleeting.


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My favorite day of the week is always over in the blink of an eye, and I never accomplish everything I set out to. It’s already nearly four, and by my scientific calculations I’ve accomplished 2 loads of laundry, some kitchen cleaning or as they’d say around the lab – the square root of fuck all. Alright, so I made my bed too. Dr. Covey, I await my mention in the foreward of your next edition.

The best laid plans and the best of intentions do not a productive Saturday make. I’ve looked forward to my Taz-esque whirlwind of task-ticking all week, and yet I still found the time today to play Scarface for three hours. But there’s plenty of time left, and I’ve learned how to sell virtual cocaine with the best of them. Not like it’s going to get dark in an hour. Oh, actually yes it will.

It’s true that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. But unfortunately it’s also true that if you make a great plan that doen’t mean you won’t eat three dill pickles and drink a pot of coffee while watching home video of your 24th birthday party. Get back in the game, Pye. There are toilets to scrub around here.

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