One of the few websites I return to on a voluntary basis. As a person who constantly wants to kill his television, I guess it's not so strange that I would become addicted to a website that savages bad TV.
NPR is the last source for news and information that hasn't been tainted by corporate ownership, rich tyrants with an agenda, or Republicans. In a country where civil rights are beginning to disappear on a daily basis, NPR is our citizens' best weapon.
The band members themselves would probably loathe this, but I submit to you the only musicians in my lifetime who literally stopped me in my tracks when I first heard their music ("Gardening At Night" on a small college radio station). Their jangling guitar, the abstract poetry of their lyrics, and their willingness to speak up when most celebrities are ridiculed for having an opinion, made them for me, the most vital band playing in the 80s and 90s. As a (roughly) forty year old man, no music will be new to me the way R.E.M. was 24 years ago, and that's...okay.
In an era when professional sports teams spend more time angling for a lucrative stadium deal than they do improving their rosters, Dodger Stadium is a breath of fresh air. If rumors are true, soon Chavez Ravine (the hill the stadium is built on) will be condos and shopping centers and we'll have a mega-corporate-named shiny castle downtown near staples center, and that doesn't make me happy at all. Angelenos, enjoy it while you can.
I'm sure it's a sign of my advancing age, but there is nothing funnier to me on radio or television than PHC. I've always thought that it's much tougher to make somone laugh in a gentle and thoughtful way than it is to get laughter by over-the-top mannerisms, juvenilia, bodily functions, etc. Sparkling wit with a live audience that enhances the experience rather than ruining it, PHC is a good part of all my weekends.
Not many will remember, but punk rock would have gone nowhere without the sudden accessibility of this now humble office accessory! Flyers to be stapled and glued everywhere in town thanks to a good friend temping in some dead-end office position who was able to covertly run off 50 or so black and white miniature outdoor advertisements for your crappy band ...Viva la Xerox!