In the meantime, I’ll be periodically posting mp3 mix tapes.  This one is basically for stoners, and it’s best enjoyed outside on randomized order.  A soul one is coming soon and you can probably expect more after that (depending on how long the redesign takes).

Tracklist and a mediafire link are after the jump.

DOWNLOAD ZIP FILE HERE (7zip is a free and user-friendly unzipping software, if you don’t already have something)

Song......................Artist..........................Album
You and I.................Washed Out......................Adult Swim Singles
Take Shelter..............Active Child....................Curtis Lane 
Strangers In The Wind.....Cut Copy........................In Ghost Colours
Sometimes.................Beach Fossils...................S/T LP  
Round And Round...........Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti...Before Today 
Just Wait Til Next Year...John Maus.......................Songs  
Friend of the Night.......Teen Inc........................Fountains 7"
Fly Like an Eagle.........Steve Miller Band...............Fly Like an Eagle
Feel It All Around........Washed Out......................Life of Leisure 
Do Your Best..............John Maus.......................Love Is Real 
Darlin'...................Dead Meadow.....................Three Kings  
Cortez the Killer.........Neil Young......................Zuma 
Chinatown.................Wild Nothing....................Gemini  
Can't Hear My Eyes........Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti...Before Today
Air Supply................Sweet Trip......................You Will Never Know Why

If you like this, allow me to also plug Rachel and my DJ night (every 2nd Thursday of the month at Enid’s) as well as DJ Overgold’s (wayyyyy to many to mention, but he’s highly google-able).  See you all again when we land,

Guten Morgan

Turns out, 8

Rather than hoard this wealth of knowledge, I have invited 82 guest columnists to contribute nuggets of wisdom to the public at large. Each week, a certified and licensed 8^th grader will impart words of advice on topics such as relationships, chemical dependency, and existential crises.

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Words from Joshua:

“Right now I’m livin’ in Player City. I can’t even stay single.”

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As spring begins to bud, the minds of the young at heart turn from hibernation to fornication. Over the last week, children from Topeka to Timbuktu have been running around, and as Bobby Brown said best, “humpin’ around”—just like wild mongeese (that’s the plural form, right?).

And why not? The sun is beginning to tease us; the layers of clothing are beginning to shed. In my 8^th grade class alone I counted 11 breakups and 17 new relationships this past week—and Joshua found himself tallied in both of those categories. On Thursday his week-old relationship ended abruptly, and by the time he left school on Friday afternoon he had already begun courting a fresh new lass. He’s not just bragging—Joshua is officially living in Player City!

As a perpetual single individual, in a city full of single individuals, I say, “look to the children!” We have been cloistered for several dreary months—let us abandon our isolation and turn murk into mirth!

New Yorkers were recently rated the unhappiest people in the country by a “university” study. I say: “let’s prove those eggheads wrong and turn this mutha into a Player City of our own!”

Thanks Joshua.

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PS – Gob Bluth agrees: “How do we filter out the teases? We don’t let them in. This goes for the guys too, because sometimes the guys are tapped out. But check your lease, man, because you’re living in Fuck City!”

Rather than hoard this wealth of knowledge, I have invited 82 guest columnists to contribute nuggets of wisdom to the public at large. Each week, a certified and licensed 8^th grader will impart words of advice on topics such as relationships, chemical dependency, and existential crises.

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Words from Rahmel:

“I am 10% black, 50 % ninja, 30% never give up, but actually, it’s 99% never give up.”

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Rahmel’s math may be a little off, but his words are 189% AWESOME!!!

As winter drags on (thanks, asshole groundhog) sometimes we feel like just plain “giving up.” It seems like every day it’s harder to get out of bed and go to work in the rain, the snow, and the punishing wind. In addition, the sun has been hibernating for the better part of four months, which means we haven’t been getting enough Vitamin S.

But we can’t give up! For at the end of the cold and gloom is the deliverance of precious UV rays and the freedom of unbound flesh. Soon we will be able to mount our bicycles, hop on our skateboards, and god forbid, strap on our rollerblades, and the clouds will rue the day they ever came to town!

Inside of us all is a black ninja who never gives up. All you have to do is reach inside and embrace him or her.

Thanks, Rahmel

PS – Yes, black ninja is a thinly veiled reference to Tracy Morgan’s fictional 30 Rock film, Who Dat Ninja? Be sure to go see Cop Out, in theaters today!

Rather than hoard this wealth of knowledge, I have invited 82 guest columnists to contribute nuggets of wisdom to the public at large. Each week, a certified and licensed 8^th grader will impart words of advice on topics such as relationships, chemical dependency, and existential crises.

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Advice from Q:

“When 2012 comes, our world’s gonna turn into District 9, and everyone’s gonna be mutated. Dogs are gonna have three heads and huge muscles, and fish are gonna be as big as a bus, and sharks and whales are gonna be as large as central park.”

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What a startling post-apocalyptic vision! Nothing is scarier than dogs with HUGE muscles!

Over the last few days, the East Coast has experienced several crippling blizzards. Last month, Haiti was dealt a mammoth blow by a 7.0 magnitude earthquake. During the first decade of the aught’s, we lived through Hurricane Katrina, the Tsunami, and eight years of the Bush administration. Maybe Q is right… perhaps the world is coming to an end?

If Q is on point, what’s your plan for 2011? Are you going to live it up “Joe Versus the Volcano” style—maxing out credit cards, sailing to distant tropic islands and making out with Meg Ryan? Q personally told me he was going to eat nothing but Starbursts and Combos while playing Call of Duty during 2011. Me? Well, I’ve always wanted to see the aurora borealis.

I guess, even if the world doesn’t end in 2012 (and for some reason we don’t mutate into the aliens from District 9), I’d still like to see the aurora borealis. I’m also willing to bet good money that Q will eat a lot of Starbursts and Combos while playing Call of Duty regardless of the fate of humanity.

So maybe the point isn’t when the world is going to end, but in fact, that it shouldn’t really make a difference. I can only recall a few days that I would have been really satisfied with if the world started to cave in on itself later that night. Perhaps we should be worrying less about trivial issues and focusing more on creating those kinds of days, before we’re, um, like, dead.

So grab hold to the cliches: There’s no time like the present! We should all start living for today! Carpe Diem!

Thanks, Q.

Rather than hoard this wealth of knowledge, I have invited 82 guest columnists to contribute nuggets of wisdom to the public at large. Each week, a certified and licensed 8^th grader will impart words of advice on topics such as relationships, chemical dependency, and existential crises.

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Advice from Luiz:

“They wanted me to make me to take pills at my old school,

but I told them I was too niice* for that shit.”

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Isn’t this an issue we’ve all faced? A doctor or a peer trying to encourage us to down medication that we don’t need to survive? Does your doctor NEED to prescribe half a Propecia to slow the balding process? Do you NEED to wash down a Xanax with malt liquor to go out and have fun tonight? No. Not if you’re “too niice for that shit.”

Next time you open up the medicine cabinet, ready to self-prescribe, take a long, hard look in the mirror. Are you on the way to becoming the person you always wanted to be? Are you truly comfortable within your own flesh? Could a mountain lion beat a black bear in a fight? Does a little pill change any of this?

Maybe, instead, you should think about THIS.

Thanks, Luiz.

*Please note that “niice” with two i’s is a colloquial form of written vernacular popular amongst 8th graders. It is used widely in text messages, AIM chats, and myspace pages and can be found commonly within words such as “niice,” “liite,” “liike,” and “tiight.”