Obama lost Pennsylvania. Cue sad music (press play on the clip now)
However, this past weekend was incredible. I'm so goddamn nostalgic about it already. Half of my time in State College has already passed. So be it. More in-depth posts soon...it's just too hard to sit isolated at a computer on warm breath nights with music like this...
This week's clip: Neil Young, "Out on the Weekend," from his seminal album, Harvest
Hillary spoke tonight to a whopping 1,500 rain-soaked potential voters at Rec Hall. I, like 40,500 members of the Penn State student body, did not attend. Can you blame us? Leaving the comfort of our Sunday couch with a spring rain backdrop in the haze of a post-Blue and White binge? Sorry, Hilldog. Your husband brought 8,000. Your rival brought 22,000.
The weather is finally turning here in Happy Valley. Beautiful forecast for the rest of this week and into Blue and White weekend. I just got back from Dollar Dog Night at Medlar Field and, while it's a far cry from College Night at the Phils, it was great to see some baseball up close and sit outside as the sun went down. I hope you enjoy this song as a backdrop for whatever warm weather activity you find yourself doing these next few nights.
Last night's episode of The Office was incredible. After several months without my Thursday night fix, this episode couldn't have come any sooner. Sure, it was as absurd and awkward and over-the-top as ever (perhaps even more so than the rabies debacle at the beginning of the season), but the emotional subtleties and story-lines are growing exponentionally.
The aggravatingly slow evolution of Jim and Pam throughout the first three seasons kept an otherwise threadbare series from fading into a canceled cult phenomenon (i.e. Arrested Development, Freaks and Geeks). Yes, Dwight's timing and one-liners are reason enough for many to tune in week after week, but the rest of us want more. And so came the rise of Andy Bernard.
As is most evident in "The Finer Things Club," Andy's character is laden with intense vulnerability, insecurity, and a desperate need to be liked. His cocky demeanor is so visibly transparent and his desperation evokes more sympathy than any deadpan Pam (deadPam?) stare ever could. He also had me in stitches with last night's instantaneous response to Michael's investment pitch: "Thought about it. I'm in."
The seriousness and dedication to which Steve Carrell devotes his portrayal of Michael is often missed. Every nuance of his performance is so carefully calculated to underscore Michael's ignorance and immaturity - emotionally, professionally, and socially. And in spite of his endless tupidity, Michael's good heart and noble intentions are gut-wrenching in the wake of Jan's wrath (particularly during the brilliant scenes of her deposition).
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If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.- Hunter S. Thompson
