Back home and getting things in order. Spent the better part of the day unpacking, doing laundry, wondering about the lawn, working, avoiding phone calls, answering emails, checking the finances, planning, being excited, sifting, breaking down, recycling and being glad to be home.

Portland is one hell of a place to “come home to.” The sun was out yesterday. Friends were calling. Things were going down. People were out in my neighborhood, working on houses. Felt good to be a part of it all.

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REQUIRED READING: Why Wayne Coyne is, well, the greatest deal going. (Via the insanely talent folks at HearHear out in a little coastal city called, “New York City.”)

I’ve met him three times and man, each time, he’s listened to my drunken rambling and thanked me for the life he leads. Graciously. Goddammit. A champion. A national treasure.

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Some Todd Rundgren from the year I was born. Wow. Wicked long arms.

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A humping device for dogs. Hmmm. No thanks. Gary goes natural. (sent in by little humper, Kurtie.)

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You can download the new issue of Fader at this place. Read through the first paragraph and find the word “here.” That’s the one to click, man. There’s an article about Bill Callahan in it. We’re pretty cool with that.

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JUST IN: A Joke from Dad: “What do with an elephant with three balls?

“Ya walk him and then you pitch to the Rhinocerous.”

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Tell Veer why you love or hate Helvetica. The upcoming documentary is something we are pretty fucking excited for. Wow.