Sorry for the extreme paucity of highbrow musings lately. There are several reasons for this. The first is that the radiant and scrupulous Mrs. Pax Arcana and I are in the process of painting our house — the only human activity that goes from “exciting” and “fun” to “suicidally excruciating” faster than being governor of California.
The second is that my laptop caught a case of the fizzles yesterday, so until my technical team can replace it I’m stuck with a loaner that I believe was crafted out of discarded braces, watch batteries and graham crackers. Shit is slow.
It’s not that I don’t want to provide you with a hot tub full of greasy, sexy blogging. Trust me — I want to slather your body parts in stories of racist Philadelphians, men in tiny boats, gas station exposés, grand optical illusions, the greatest baseball game ever played, anachronistic uniform components, impish impulses, and the New York Times’ hilarious warning against eating raw cookie dough.
It’s just that I can’t right now.
So let’s skip ahead to the songs:
Listening to Otis Redding During Christmas — Okkervil River
A-Punk — Vampire Weekend
The Funeral — Band of Horses
Another Man’s Done Gone — Wilco
In the Garage — Weezer
Pot Kettle Black — Wilco
That Time — Regina Spektor
Born to Run — Bruce Springsteen
Punch Drunk — Bush Tetras
Song #1 — Fugazi
Land of the Freak — King Khan and the Shrines (Live)
The Rules: The Friday Random 10 is exactly that — random. We open up our iTunes, set the thing on shuffle, and listen to 10 songs. We are not permitted to skip any out of embarrassment or fear of redundancy. Commenters are encouraged to post their own.