Hey....I don't know if any of you heard about this, but Sandra Day O'Connor retired. The news wasn't really giving it much coverage so I thought I would inject some real hard news into my schpeel for once. Pat on the back for me! Hoorah, I say!

Tonight (tonight meaning 3 in the morning) has been a rather indecisive night. In about an hour I will be leaving to go to Jamaica. I thought just simply staying up would be a good idea. One can of coke, one peeing out the window and 4 Arrested Development episodes later, I actually think that going to bed might have been a wiser choice. In the end though, I'm scheduled to awaken in 30 minutes, so I better make this final, and unscheduled (I bet you are just so happy!), post before I leave for vacation really count. So tonight, I'm going to tackle a hard issue, one that most people won't venture to touch because the media doesn't want you to bother with it. Frankly the only reason I feel like talking about this issue is because it's 3 in the morning and I have the balls to face it. What's this question you ask? Plain and simple, the question is this: Why should I care?

This is the true wonderment of today's media. It seems that everything must have a personal stories. No longer are athletes just athletes and rock stars simply rock stars. Nay, now they must be living, walking human interest pieces. I was reading an article about Interpol in an old Spin today and this whole deal dawned on me. Even for a group who's schtick is being cold, aloof party monsters, Spin still had to throw some sort of human interest angle in there. Now I know that one of the guys is from a poor background and is blah blah blah. This seems to be a change from the past. I know more about the artist of the past 10 years life than I would ever know about Marc Bolan, Mick Jagger, Joe Strummer, or Tim Finn's childhood. All I really know about those guys is their nationality. Why do we have an increasing fascination with the idols we have. Why do we strive to strip them of their demigod status. I don't need, or want to honestly, identify with Crispin Glover look-a-like contest winner, Carlos D. Let people play their music in anonymous fashion, letting out bits and pieces of their life if they want too. But if they only want me to know that they are spies with slow hands then let's leave it at that. I'm not looking for a rock and roll best friend, I just want rock idolitry, and that gets hard when I know what that fey pretty boy from the Killers had for his dinner last night.

Alright, big things are happening from here on out. Well, at least when I get back from vacation. And maybe not even then, but sometime something big will happen.