The Eraser By: Thom Yorke Year: 2006 Click here for the artists site As far as alternative rock bands go, Radiohead is one that has always been willing to push its limits. Listening to their first CD and comparing it to their latest is almost comical; they sound nothing alike – the only uniting factor is the odd voice of Thom Yorke. Those of us who are Radiohead fans are still waiting patiently for another album from this revolutionary group, but frontman Yorke has helpe...

I don't know how many of you are familiar with the website Albino Black Sheep , but I find it to be one of the funnier websites out there. Not all of the flash files there are great, but a good deal are worth the couple minutes it takes to download them. One nice thing, is unlike that gay "E Baum's World", this isn't pirated crap. This is stuff specifically made by designers on the site for the site. The newest toon, Newsbleat , is a total laugh. It's a flash take on a news program...

I don't know how many of you are familiar with the website Albino Black Sheep , but I find it to be one of the funnier websites out there. Not all of the flash files there are great, but a good deal are worth the couple minutes it takes to download them. One nice thing, is unlike that gay "E Baum's World", this isn't pirated crap. This is stuff specifically made by designers on the site for the site. The newest toon, Newsbleat , is a total laugh. It's a flash take on a news program...

So . . . I know I do a lot of bandstanding about how great it is to be single, but it's starting to catch up to me. Maybe I'm not as bad about it here, but in the real world, I'm always extolling the advantages to being single. (Mostly because I can't seem to keep a stable relationship . . .) This weekend, I was invited by a couple of friends of mine (the sensational Quilter twins) to a dance party they were having at their house. I promised I'd go . . . mostly under duress. There was ...

I sit in my old orange armchair. A hand-me-down from the Barlows up the street, it has been a constant companion in my thoughts for years. It's a mid-forties piece of lovely crap, older than either of my parents, but it has always served me well. I feel the worn wood of the armrests, remember each scratch and splinter. I run my fingers across the padded areas, feeling the threadbare fabric stretch. It is a good chair. My first official day of work after training begins in about two an...

So here I am, one week into my new job, and feeling a bit melancholy. I know, it's atypical for me, but sometimes I get that way. I miss my old co-workers. Some of them were great people who I'd known for a long time. (And there was that one girl who was still a minor . . . long story for another day.) I do really like my new job, though. I have some really wonderful co-workers, and we have a lot of fun. But I miss the sun on my face, and the smell of the flowers. Now all I smell is...

As I mentioned in my last article, last Friday I had the opportunity to be a clown in a parade. I went for the “punk rock” clown look – consequently, my little sister had painted my fingernails black. When I returned home, I was unable to find nail polish remover, so I decided to wear the polish to work the next day as a joke. Now, here's the deal – at my job, I'm respected, I'm trusted, and I'm responsible. I know my stuff – I know a lot about flowers, trees, and shrubs, I'm able to ...

Here in Utah, we celebrate the 24th of July, in memory of when the first pioneers first wheeled their wagons into the Salt Lake valley. Consequently, this is a really big holiday around these parts - fireworks, parades, the whole kit 'n kaboodle. (That the right spelling, BlueDev? ) This year, I had an opportunity to be a clown in the parade here in my hometown of Bountiful. It's the second-biggest parade in the state, and it's pretty rockin'. I didn't think I was going to be getti...

Here in Utah, we celebrate the 24th of July, in memory of when the first pioneers first wheeled their wagons into the Salt Lake valley. Consequently, this is a really big holiday around these parts - fireworks, parades, the whole kit 'n kaboodle. (That the right spelling, BlueDev? ) This year, I had an opportunity to be a clown in the parade here in my hometown of Bountiful. It's the second-biggest parade in the state, and it's pretty rockin'. I didn't think I was going to be getti...

So I start a new job in a week and a half. It's exciting and scary all at the same time. It will be good to have a change – my current job was just getting a bit on the tedious side, and I'm pumped to get to know a new job, new coworkers, etc. But – I'm going to be a bank teller. I don't know how stringent other banks are, but this particular bank is rather firm in their dress policy. Consequently, I just finished buying a bunch of new dress slacks and shirts. (That's the exciting par...

I've been thinking a lot lately about how I can change my life and make myself a better person. (I know, you may be thinking to yourself, “What the crap?” but I just want to make some changes.) At any rate, I've been pondering why I argue and how I can debate more effectively. And it occurred to me – the problem is that, once I resort to name calling, any argument – no matter how important it might be – loses all validity once the mudslinging begins. This is true of a lot of us, I fea...

I had a friend a couple of years back, a guy I met while I was on my mission. Name of Bobby Nichols. He was a good kid. We were partners on the mision for six weeks together. We had a lot of fun, but he was one of the most immature people I'd ever met. (Consequently, hanging out with him was buckets of fun, but really immature - I mean, I'm pretty sophomoric in my own right, but this kid made me look like freakin' Mohatma Ghandi!) I mean, this was the kid that helped our neighbor bu...

Most of you probably don't know this, but I'm in a band. Our name is Ascension Aire. (Long story about how that name came to be, I don't have time to tell it now, but probably I'll relay it in the comments section later on today.) I've been working on putting together a webpage for a while, but I've found that stupid old MySpace is about the only place that a poor schmuck like me can get some music hosted. So here is my (albeit dinky) webpage, check it out if you want. Ah, here's the li...

So I had come home for lunch, and was just about to head back to work, when my little sister turned on the TV to one of the soapies, Days of Our Lives. I guess there're some characters on there that want to have a child and seem to be unable, so they are having their fertilized egg implanted in the uterus of another woman. It got me to thinking. Why would someone volunteer to carry the child of another? Talk about noble. But I just don't quite get surrogate mothering. Adoption . . ....

Visual Audio Sensory Theater By: VAST Year: 1998 Click here for the artists site This album is one that I've been meaning to review for ages. It will be good to write this much-needed review. I received this CD from my parents at the age of fifteen as a congratulations for performing well in a big, nasty piano recital. It was one of the first albums that I owned that wasn't by Rush, my all-time favorite band, and (to be brutally honest) my first album with a “nasty cuss...