A mostly quiet weekend spent studying and sleeping (lots and lots of sleep, bliss) and catching up on TV (Survivor) and even making it out to the Jet show in SF. Which f*&!ing rocked, thank you very much.

Some things on my mind this fine September Monday:

--Is Gavin from Vice Magazine really a conservative, anti-gay, white rights kinda guy? The New York Times says so, but Gavin says no way in this painfully unconvincing letter to Gawker. Whatever the case the sight of him in a Speedo is crime enough in my book.

--The dishearteningly mediocre new Ryan Adams song at the Lost Highway site (To access, click on the jukebox that's on the bottom left of the main page). What the fuck? He sounds like, as Cory put it, "sensitive Euro guy" a la latter-day U2-meets-Radiohead. Blah. Someone needs to tell Ryan that it's time to take his carefully tousled head of hair outta his ass and write a good song again. Oh yeah, and this photo from Ryan's site is also enough to scare me off of my breakfast for awhile. Dead hanging bunnies—never a good idea.

--Johnny Cash on the cover of Rolling Stone. Finally, they get something right again.

--In my possession: advance copies of the new Paul Westerberg album and DVD. Life is good.

--Outkast's "Hey Ya"....shake it like a Polaroid picture...