All partisanship aside, it is an absolutely amazing achievement. We're witnessing the popular election of the first African-American as the President of the United States and it is something I was hopeful we'd see in our lifetimes but was never sure about. This is America at its grandest.

The last time I wore a Halloween outfit, I went as a boxer with a black eye. I can be a festive person at times but Halloween isn't my thing. I'll be at the parties on the schedule (Paul's and my friend Kevin) without a costume, most likely. That is... unless... I figure something out. I've got all kinds of ideas. The best thing about Halloween, of course, is the free license for women to dress like strippers.



The 70's detective. Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to do a more, how do you say, "private" interrogation...



The bricklayer. Lady - can you find me a place where I can bury my spade?



Julius Caesar. The Emperor always gets what he wants. That is, until he's murdered.



The southern gentleman. Miss, I do declare, your bosom is making this man hunger...

And a few I'd never consider yet think are hilarious.



The Keystone Cop. I see this and I think of Scott Joplin's The Entertainer and bungled police work.

And what might just be the coup de grace....



Lt. Dangle from Reno 911. I won't go here, but I would love anybody that did.

So basically, I'd be interested in anything will allow me to derive a sexual innuendo.

I'm establishing a moratorium on disturbing condiment products such as baconnaise and mayostard. Some things just aren't meant to exist, and the combination of bacon and mayo is one of them. Why is stoner cuisine gaining legitimacy? Look - I understand the novelty, and perhaps the product is good. Nothing, however, will replace the crunch of salty, smoky bacon on a sandwich. I can understand the pull with vegetarians/vegans, but even those people can get the faux bacon. I need crunch with the bacon flavor and can't understand those who might slather an unholy product such as that on a sandwich! Deep down you know it's wrong.

If you are curious about what the pinnacle of mustard production is, please check out this link - - Maille of Paris. This boutique was featured in Andrew Zimmern's Bizarre Foods, on the Travel Channel. Here they pull mustard out of a tap like a pint of stout, except the pint glass is substituted with small earthenware. Any wacky flavor you can imagine has been produced here. They've been at it for over 250 years so you'd think they might have exhausted their flavor options. Personally I'd like to know what mustard tasted like 250 years ago, rather than try a lavender or thai spice mustard. Are you are jerk at this store if you buy "original flavor?"

I'm trying to weasel my way back here -









The pacific northwest came back around... and there is a lot to do. I definitely am going to talk my boss into letting me go.

With emphasis on business. I promise this will be worth your time, more than anything I've posted. Many bands get into the game with absolutely no wherewithal regarding business acumen, and many times they make incredibly naive decisions. Here is one of the funniest illustrations of what I'm talking about, conducted by the leaders of the 60's band The Turtles. It really is a tragic story - these guys were railroaded very badly. It is amazing they can take the piss like they do - this had Jay and I LOLing last night. the one with the big hair teaches a music business course at Belmont University in Nashville these days.



I wouldn't leave you hanging - here's a song to cheer everybody up. I can't even explain to you in words what this song can do to snap me out of a bad mood. Buddhists have claimed that the Beach Boys' "Good Vibrations" is so perfect that it even has spiritual healing qualities. On a personal level, this song serves the same purpose for me. Music from the past allows me to escape from the chaos of today, if for just a little while. Damn I love this song!



Have a good day everyone -

Your friend Josh