Currently jamming this album that if I hadn't slept on it, would have been on my best of 2012, long songs with big guitars, powerful female vocals, in a perfect world this would be played on the radio instead of Hinder. There's enough Skynyrdian jamming and Zeppelin-esque builds that my dad might like it.
Buzkashi, which pretty much is polo with a headless goat carcass and a means for bragging rights in the 'Stans gets the swank photo series treatment here.
The Kids, probably the same ones responsible for the Hitler hairdo that makes me feel ill, have decided that Mussolini is cool again.
This comments section is hilarious in its respective provincial hissy-fits. My last few places of residence have rent that's made Randal jealous (my almost-hood apartment was $300/month for a garden patch and entire second floor). Regional snobbery, Internet trollery, the rent is too damn high, y'all.
Cathedral of salt in my ancestral homeland.
Questionable advice from the olden days
Skateboarding in Kampala
Solzhenitsyn on lies and violence as a political system and spiritual death.