Everything about this show was forced—which makes sense because it’s about making an adventure out of life. Clearly two wealthy actors with lovely families and healthy careers don’t need to travel around the world on two motorcycles… but they want to. So they do. And bring an entire film crew including two SUVs full of equipment and a third motorcyclist in order to do so. They hire a personal trainer to get them fit for the adventure, take Russian lessons, and practice “violent situation defense” in case they run into trouble.

So it wasn’t a “normal” trip around the world on your motorcycle… police escorted them through portions of Kazakhstan and the media forced interviews on them in a number of places. And, when the roads got too tough, the support crews came to their rescue.

Still, there’s something good about this series. It reminds me of Lee and Sacha’s year-long trip around the world, which recently started. I’m now thinking about what I would do with a deliberate 6-12 month adventure around the world. Maybe not motorcycles-maybe trains instead. Maybe airplanes. I have no real desire to “conquer” the world in a geographic sense either… it’s a futile and vain desire, but that’s just the thing-what would I be seeking? It would probably be something between hand-picking some major destinations and letting the wind blow me around as it did Dave Gorman on his Googlewhack adventure. Thinking, thinking.

So, since it got me thinking, I think this is worth seeing.

This band opened for Arcade Fire when I saw them, but I only experienced them through a small television in the bar that was designed to let us know whether or not a band was on stage and wasn’t really that good at portraying the quality of the band since it was on mute.

Over the next couple months I heard their name mentioned a few more times and yesterday when I decided to buy something off of the Pitchfork Top 50 Albums of the Year I decided to buy their album. Mostly because I was at the office and know that Ivan loves Modest Mouse and they are sometimes compared with said band and I can sort of see why they’re compared to that band even though they apparently hate said comparison. My other coworkers should buy other albums off of the Pitchfork list too, shouldn’t they? It was a good choice because even after only a couple listens I’m really enjoying this album… the first song especially.

We had two bags of Paul Newman’s popcorn while we watched his younger self hustle Minnesota Fats in straight pool. The dialogue was great: “I’ll have a bourbon—no ice, no glass.”

I also liked how he lived out of a locker in the bus station but always managed to have a broad selection of clean, tailored suits with him.

So far, this book is a bit of a disappointment (I’m only on page 100 or so). The story itself is wacky and weird, but the story-telling is a bit under what I was expecting… I was hoping to find another great and funny author like Jonathan Safran Foer or Jonathan Ames. Maybe it’s because his name isn’t Jonathan? The search continues…

Hi, I’m a Christian allegory wrapped in cheesy music and bad acting. Wait, be positive, be positive, be positive. I did like the little jazzy tune when they were playing hide-and-seek. And I did get a little giggle every time the White Witch turned someone into stone. Hm… I don’t remember being in a movie when I wanted the bad guys to win more. Yes, if I were stuck in Narnia and I had to face all those happy-go-lucky gaze-into-the-distance-meaningfully-and-dream-about-being-a-prince dorks I’d build an ice castle and snap at everyone all the time too. I guess I was asking for it though…

I thought this movie pretty much sucked. To me, it seemed pretentious, stereotypical, slow, and worthless to mankind. There was nothing terribly offensive about it, but it also has nothing going for it… therefore the spitting out is called for.

I loved the show because Dave Gorman has embraced the crazy side of life where coincidence and luck and hilarity trump fate. I am inspired to up the craziness in my own life by one notch because of this show… though if I wanted to catch up with Mr. Gorman I’d have to up it perhaps fifty notches. Go see this show if you can. It’s in Seattle two more nights.

I buy at least one of these every day, at the convenient and delightful Cafe Vita. Part of the experience was the perfect price—for $2 even you could get a tall americano to end all tall americanos. As if God meant for me to love americanos. Then, yesterday, a day seemingly like any other, I handed my two dollars over (the whole coffee-buying experience no longer requires any activity from my frontal lobe… all of the words and motions are now stored deep in my brainstem… my REPTILE brain, and therefore I must’ve missed any slight variations from the expected such as the actual PRICE of my americano), anyway, the barista shyly said “two nineteen” while looking down at the cash register. I gasped, literally, and then screamed (surprised by my gasp). The point of the story: americanos are now $2.19. That’s absurd!

This album is wild and wonderful. It’s like animals dancing in the forest with somebody who has an impeccable sense of catchy tunes. I saw them live at Neumo’s last year and didn’t quite get them, but now I can’t get enough.

Shorty’s is only a few blocks from my place, and whenever I’m a bit down, or confused, or feeling driftless, I put on my boots and tromp down to Shorty’s for a chili cheesedog and a pbr. I gaze into the black and white screen in the corner and watch people play pinball. You eat this thing with a black plastic fork and knife, and I’m not even sure that the cheese is real. What is real is the feeling of gluttonous dirty pleasure that permeates your body with eat chomp.