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August 30, 2007

Thursday Photo Essay

Wait...Which One?

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Me Tarzan

Don't Drink The Water

Some time ago, in an epic battle possibly involving our Founding Fathers, the good ol' U.S.A. took on some Mexican general/war lord named Montezuma. I'm not exactly clear on the details of this whole thing, but I do know that whoever this Montezuma character was, we kicked his ass. It may or may not have involved some trickery. However it was done, dude was pissed off. The victory seemed to ensure our country's dominance over our southern neighbors. Now, as a "revenge", this Montezuma character torments our aqua-drinking citizens with a torrid case of the shits whenever they venture into his land. Listen, I hate to admit this, but just like our current international conflict, our country seems to have won the battle but lost the war. So we beat some loony Mexican sword wheeling freak a thousand years ago and made him clean George Washington's wooden teeth with his tongue (again, I'm just taking an educated guess here). Big deal and who cares. Now he is able to affect millions of American lives every year. Sure, killing the dude was a triumph. But this is the equivalent of breaking someone's leg and then having them give you a paper cut every day for the rest of your life. Death and broken bones ain't fun, but nothing is as bad as a lifetime of loose stools and bleeding fingers.

August 29, 2007

"There's A Fire In My Pants And I Need Your Hose"

One thing we can all agree upon is that firefighters are hot. And I don't mean hot like on fire literally, I mean hot like on fire figuratively. Look, I'm a red blooded American hetero SkinnySlim, and I have never participated in any homosexual activity. Unless of course you consider fantasizing about myself while staring at photos of myself in skimpy outfits to be homosexual. Personally, I just consider it irresistible. But, as I've said before, if I had to, I mean had to, it would be with Elvis, Mister Clean, or a firefighter. So who could blame the homosexual community of San Diego for cat calling firefighters as they drove their red truck along the Gay Pride Parade route? While the wheels of the red firetruck turned, the wheels of these gay priders turned to thoughts of man on helmet-and-boot-wearing man love. Against the firefighters' better judgement and objections, they were forced to drive the parade route even though they knew harassment was inevitable, albeit understandable. Thankfully, after complaints of inappropriate sexual objectification, the San Diego Fire Department has
dropped it's policy of requiring firemen to drive the parade route. Thank God. 'Cause if our community can't protect our firefighters than they can't protect our community. It's not that these homosexual parade goers are deviant sexual harassers. It's just that, like my skimpy-outfitted self portraits, a forced-to-drive firefighter rolling down the Gay Pride Parade route on a hot summer San Diego day is simply irresistible.

August 28, 2007

More Fun Than You Can Shake A [click.] At

Last Friday night's dance olympics at Fluid (
YapSnaps here) induced a sweat-a-thon that managed to last all the way into Sunday afternoon, which I don't need to tell you wasn't made any more tolerable by the satin bed sheets here at 'Stamps HQ. An investment in some cool 100% cotton linnens seems even more necesary as the calander turns over into September, a month that features not one, not two, but three different [click.]s. Yes, in lieu of a proper Making Time event, the chairmans of the partytrain board are bringing you [click.]s galore. The first goes down at The Vacuum on September 2nd, a Sunday in name only. Celebrate the majesty of the working man the old fashioned way - by getting all kinds of Franco-trashy with Institubes DJs Surkin, Para One, Curses!, and Orgasmic, among others. This late-late kicks off at 11PM with no official end in sight, but don't forget, this is a BYO affair, so you'll need to put your lil' Igloo cooler to use one more time if you expect those Balentine 40s to still cool and refresh your sweaty self by sunrise. Meanwhile, Saturday of that very same week brings [click.] number two. No word on the location yet, but the chill factor goes through whatever roof they find with Iceland's Bang Gang DJs on the job (prediction: it will be like Kópavogur in there). The third party has no guests announced yet, but we do know that it will be back at Fluid on the 28th, which means three of your five September weekends already come with some crazygonuts built right in. If you ever stopped to thank Dave P, I'm sure he'd say you're welcome.

August 27, 2007

The Pony Track Slaps The Skins

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renowned symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

August 24, 2007

Five Questions: Chris Difford

Chris Difford is one half of the all-star writing team behind the legendary band Squeeze. Thanks to the undeniable power of BadmintonStamps to draw the finest talent, along with some help from The Big Diff's daughter (apparently my future bride), we were able to sit down with Chris and grill him on music, family, the band's recent sold out reunion tour, and badminton.

1) I'm a reader of
your blog, which has the internet going nuts. What kind of stuff do you read online?
I read the blog of David Byrne, and apart from that nothing much else...i do keep finding great things though, huge diaries by people who do nothing very much but think we should all know about it.

2) What music have you been listening to? Are there any current bands you're feeling?
Fiest, Lily Allen, loads of good music....but mostly Jazz radio from New York and San Fran.

3) You've brought one of your daughters along on this tour. How is it working with the family? Is there any less debauchery involved?
Those days are over for me. Its great to have the family on the road, its a good grounding feeling.

4) Who would win in a badminton tournament between Squeeze, Crowded House, and The Police?
Sting...he wins everything.

5) Okay, here goes. My father owned a Squeeze gold record. I think it was Argybargy. What made this gold record so unique was that the lp was literally "squeezed". Very cool. Anyway, the record was lost when my pops moved a couple of years ago. This had caused me great sadness, because I have a spot on the wall where it would be perfect. It would look super cool and help with the ladies. So, I was wondering, can I have yours?
Consider it a wedding present.

August 23, 2007

Thursday Photo Essay

Blow Up

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Thursday Photo Essay

Who You Tryin' To Fool?

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All Things Kells

In baseball, a particularly gifted and multi-skilled athlete is called a "Five Tool" player. This means he can hit for average, hit for power, run, field, and do something else which I always forget. In music, they have the "Five Tool" artist. Their skills are creativity, songwriting, humor, virtuosic natural ability, and general ridiculousness. Almost no one exemplifies the five tool artist better than R. Kelly. Sure, his music is often overblown. At times, unbearable to listen to. He can sound like a pleading loverman one second, a gifted rapper with perfect flow the next, and a grade schooler for the rest of the track. But he channels his diverse, often contradictory talents into music that deserves to be noticed. No one is as constantly entertaining, whether a particular song is "good", "bad", or "shit baby hot". Also, he pissed on an underage girl, and while this shouldn't be encouraged, it is in fact quite entertaining. Next month, after years of delays, Kells will finally face trial for charges stemming from that fateful bladder-busting night. BadmintonStamps will provide updates of the trial. Like, for example, this week's decision to
allow the sex tape as evidence. As he prepares for his day in court, Kelly has been busy launching new chapters of his faucet-scored soap opera Trapped In The Closet. The New York Times says you're racist for thinking Trapped is unintentionally funny (Slate's article is a more focused look at Kells as the ultimate comic lothario). Watch the new Trapped chapters, featuring indie rock hero Will Oldham in a cameo, and decide for yourself. Don't forget to catch up on what you've missed/forgot with the "Oh, Shit!" Chapter 12.5. As for Kelly's music, if you don't like "Happy People" than you just don't like yourself, if you don't feel "Freaky in the Club" than you won't be feeling up on SkinnySlim, and if you don't love "Pussy" than you probably are one.

August 22, 2007

You Say Tomato, I Say Bullshit

Somehow, while nobody was looking, the food industry managed to sell a truly horrendous lie to you, me, and the rest of the world. I'm talking, of course, about the sun-dried tomato. This shriveled red menace has become particularly ubiquitous over the last decade as a trendy topping for pasta dishes, pizzas, and sandwiches. What nobody has the guts to point out is that these things are nothing more than chewy crimson lies. "Sun-dried"? Really? And when was the last time you saw somebody laying tomato slices out in the sun? A heat lamp is not the sun, pal. Nor is an oven. Christ, I'm willing to bet even Martha Stewart pops them thangs in a dehydrator. Yet every single grocery store and restaurant you go to has the audacity to claim that these things were outside working on their tan for anywhere from
four days to two weeks! Why? Why can't they just come clean and drop the pretense? If the garnish in question is truly in need of a slicker, sexier image, then give it a completely different name altogether. That little trick has worked wonders for dried grapes (raisins), and dried cranberries (craisins). So gimme some tomaizins, or gimme some plain ol' dried tomatoes, but don't give me this sad-sack bullshit about the sun. I mean, hasn't the poor plant already been through enough with the whole vegetable/fruit complex? One identity crisis for a piece of produce is plenty, folks. And if you have a problem with the truth I'm layin' down, you can go and cry me a sun-dried river.

August 20, 2007

The Pony Track Finds Tubers Delicious

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renowned symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

August 17, 2007

True Stories

Two things people never want to hear you talk about are what you dreamt last night and the size of an insect that you killed. Take for example the other day. I was telling my mom about this flying mutant roach creature I killed that was scaring the shit out of me in my mom's lobby. This was one of those huge water bug/cockroach things that can fly. If you don't live in a big metropolis you might not know what I'm talking about, but trust me, these suckers are freak-a-leeky. I was like, "Jeez Louise, that thing was huge." Side note: Who the hell is Louise? This poor chick is the scapegoat for everyone. It's like, anything in the world goes wrong and the next thing you know it's either Jesus' fault, Jesus' friend Louise's fault, or more often both's fault. It's unlikely Louise is responsible for even a tenth of the damage she's blamed for. Jesus however, that's another story. Kid's a troublemaker. So anyway, I was like, "Jesus Louiseous, that thing was huge." You would think my mom would care because it pertained to her living space. But instead she just nodded her head and continued molting, distracted by some shiny bright dress or a bit of honey soaked food scrap, or whatever it is that woman mutant bugs are into. Oh, did I forget to mention that my mom had grown antennae and was some sort of hybrid maternal figure/scary Kafka-esque insect demon? Well, she was. Luckily I was able to escape her fangled grasp as I leaped magically from my house, but it wasn't really my house, it was sort of like my house meets the Baltimore Hilton lobby. In sort of some weird future, but it wasn't the future exactly because no one had electricity and there were horse and buggies. But yet there was an escalator. And then I woke up. Thankfully, it was all a dream.

August 16, 2007

Thursday Photo Essay

So Breathe On

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Thursday Photo Essay

Cool Thing

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August 15, 2007

The Clean Room

In the future, our homes will have two bathrooms. One will hold the toilet, a sink, a medicine cabinet, and possibly a bidet. The other will feature a bath and a shower, as well as a tasteful wicker dresser with towels, bath mats, and beauty products. In addition, this "clean room" will include such amenities as comfortable love seats, an entertainment center, phone, internet, Sharper Image-esque massage chairs, heated towel rack, etc. It will be more of a luxurious and relaxing powder room, an immaculate private lounge. Separating the toilet from the bath/shower is key, the final step in modern hygiene. Future people will look back at us with disgust, and for good reason. It is disgusting that we shit in the same room that we bathe in, and frankly, you should be ashamed. I know I am ashamed for you. Our descendants will look back and mock us in the same way we mock Abraham Lincoln and his cronies for not using toilet paper. In fact, instead of saying, "Don't shit where you eat", futureheads will exclaim, "Don't shit where you shower", a most progressive and sensible phrase if I do say so myself.

August 14, 2007

Holy Cow

Scooter. All time shortstop, one of the great broadcasters, and unknowing sexual innuendo dropping 1970s pop star.

I Vant To Suck Your Links

Over at Billboard, Maria T
brilliantly sums up the consumately average Thursday night set turned in by the next great hype hope, Vampire Weekend. Her take: "I like to call this "divorced dad rock" – the kind of music a way out-of-touch adult clings to to maintain some shred of relevancy/street cred with a younger peer group." Which also very neatly explains this.

The Inky talks up Sony BMG's enormous reissue of the Gamble & Huff catalog beginning this autumn. And yes, saints be texted, there will be ringtones.

If the McDonalds at 1601 South Columbus Boulevard's a-rockin', don't go a-knockin'. Actually, maybe just don't go a-knockin' ever.

The future of MySpace party promotion is now, courtesy of Shawn Ryan and Hurrah. You heard it here first, peeps: personalizable flyers are the new .GIF animated flyers.

And a mid-week concert peek: woozy, shoe-sy twosome The Sky Drops are at The Khyber on this fine Tuesday night. And the totally not sold-out yet Yeah Yeah Yeahs show Thursday night at the Electric Factory is a can't miss.

August 13, 2007

Okay, But Don't Ever Drop The Minton Again

'Stamper Alexandra The Plake writes in from Bangkok (!), "it's been a while since i did this, but can i make a badstamps request? i really really REALLY would love it if you posted that song 'common people' by pulp. for some reason it has been my travel jam. and if you wanted to roll my birthday and christmas into one, you could also post 'heavy weather' from the jarvis cocker album..." Consider yourself rolled.

The Pony Track Always Diddles

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renowned symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

August 9, 2007

It's You! It's Me! It's Linking!

Not content with anything less than total blogosphere domination, XPN guru/
SVB curator Bruce Warren has opened up shop on yet another URL, this one a Philly-only music blog called Philadelphia Freedom. Suffice to say, we're as impressed with his content as we are with his sources, though whatever connection the local scene has with a defunct indoor pro soccer team remains a mystery.

Bought will-call tickets to an R5 show, but can't go? Now you can change the name that the tickets are being held under. Gals, this is also a useful trick if you want to emasculate your boyfriend by making him publicly claim those Stars tickets you bought.

Glad to see that the BM Ranters are just as excited about the Okkervil River's October show as I am (the performances I've witnessed at The Khyber have both been jaw-droppingly awesome). And yes, the new album is just as good as everybody's saying it is.

Pardon the absence of speculation from the 'Stamps concerning this year's Mercury Prize nominees, but this one's a ginormous no-brainer. With all due respect to the New Young Pony Club, future-freaky Klaxons should win by a length of at least four horsemen. Side note: 10/9 @ The TLA? YES!!!

And a quick weekend round-up: Tokyo Police Club tonight at JB's. Brown Recluse Sings Friday night at Sal's. A very funky Budos Band also Friday night at WCL. And Dave P's night of cocainebirthdayjams and exclamationpointanthems on Saturday, when Making Time hosts Los Campesinos! and Metronomy at Transit. Go forth and dancify.

They Don't Make 'Em Like the Used To

I was listening to some Bongwater last night. Specifically "Power of Pussy" (see photo essay below). You know, "Some have teeth, some have hair, some have soft sweet petals, some look like Cher." The humor, catchiness, artiness, pretty noiseiness, and outright uniqueness made me sad. Sad, I say. 'Cause while 2007 has been an excellent year for the tunes, I realized almost every band is too perfect. And as they say in my favorite movie The Perfectionables, "When everyone is perfect, no one is." Or maybe that's The Incredibles. And they say incredible, not perfect. In fact, I don't think there is a movie called The Perfectionables. But the point remains. Look don't get me wrong - LCD, Stripes, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs bring the old school rock-out weirdness cool the way they should. But I've had it with all these safe, whiny, politically correct, "perfect" bands that don't got no balls. Take for example indie rock stalwarts
The Hold Steady. The other day this chica was telling me "They're the perfect bar band." Everybody is always saying that. Even respectable outfits like NPR have endorsed The Hold Steady's ultimate bar band credentials (although getting National Public Radio's seal of approval on a bar band is akin to getting Hitler's approval on your bubbe's latkes). Look, I don't know what bar all these people are going to, but it sounds like it's in Connecticut and owned by that white dude with dreads from the Counting Crows. For SkinnySlim, the perfect bar band isn't perfect at all. It's filthy. It's sexy. It's vulgar. It didn't go to college. It's doesn't say things like, "If they ask about Charlemagne, be polite and say something vague" (actual Hold Steady lyric). It says things like "She knifed me in my dirty filthy basement with that jaded, faded junkie nurse" or "I'm putting it to you straight from hell/I'll stick it deep inside/I'll stick it deep inside/Cause I'm loose!" The perfect bar band is imperfect in all the disgustingly right ways. So, without further ado, I present to you my picks for the five best bar bands and songs of all time. A classic set of tunes, here are SkinnySlim's jukebox drunkyard favorites.

Thursday Photo Essay

Cat Power

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Thursday Photo Essay

Slow And Steady

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August 8, 2007

Operator, Get Me The President Of The Free Tokyo Police Club Tickets

Here at BadmintonStamps, we like to think of ourselves as facilitators (also as P.I.M.P.s, but back to the matter at hand...). We grease the wheels, make the introductions, bring the booze, and then sit back and let the magic happen. So it does our inner yenta a world of good to see that, when we set up two great bands with one another, like we did
last November with Tokyo Police Club and The Harlem Shakes, it leads to more than just one torrid night of rock and roll passion. New Yorkers will reap the fruits of our musical matchmaking next Monday, when the two bands hook up once more for a sold-out show at the Bowery Ballroom. Of course, Da Club will also be giving Philly a proper rocking tomorrow night at Johnny Brenda's, albeit with Ra Ra Riot and Vampire Weekend on the undercard instead of our shakin' pals from NYC. And what's this? Why, we've got a free pair of tickets to the show with your name on it...provided your name is the one we randomly choose. The chances of that happenning will be exponentially increased by sending an e-mail with your full name and the subject heading "YOU & ME & TPC" to We'll pick the lucky winner at noon tomorrow, so get ta enterin' post haste. Hooking our readers up with free tickets to a hot show just because? See, that's where the P.I.M.P. part comes in.

August 7, 2007

Brown Recluse Sings: New Song And Tour Dates

If there's one thing we're not gonna do, it's let some other web site beat us to the punch telling the world about this slick new tune from Brown Recluse Sings, aka your favorite band of 2008. Leading off their killer new The Soft Skin 7" on Tequila Sunrise Records, "Night Train" is like a newly discovered Monkeys single that had somehow become lost behind the recording studio sofa cushions in 1966, probably the same day as Mickey Dolenz's
Pepsi shenanigans.

What's more, the gang are even now packing bags and receiving vaccinations in preparation for their first ever honest-to-goodness tour, venturing into the absolute mid-est of Midwest America for the better part of slightly more than a week. Farmer's daughters, you've been warned: the Recluse rides in August...

8/10 - Philadelphia, PA @ Sal's (w/ Scary Monster)
8/11 - Allentown, PA @ Jan's Room
8/13 - Chicago, IL @ South Union Arts (w/ Anni Rossi & Emily Jane Powers)
8/14 - Milwaukee, WI @ TBA
8/15 - Bloomington, IL @ Bear's Place
8/16 - Lexington, KY @ The Icehouse
8/17 - Toledo, OH @ TBA
8/18 - Pittsburgh, PA @ Modern Formations
8/19 - Lancaster, PA @ The Sugar Tank (w/ The Teeth & Real Live Tigers)

In Rotation: Poor Tommy

Here's a quick look at the albums spinning on my record player this month.

It's new Badminton feature time! In this one, we very briefly sum up the music we are listening to, cause, you know, music is the soundtrack to the awesomeness that is our lives.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs -
Is Is
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs continue to impress and kick your ass. Surprisingly strong EP highlights Karen O's primal urges.

White Stripes - Icky Thump
New one from the White Stipes. I shouldn't even have to say "enough said", but, you know...

Lil Wayne - Da Draught 3 Mixtape
Free Weezy.

Handsome Furs - Plague Park
Other band (don't call it a side project) from Wolf Parade frontman Dan Boeckner, featuring his cooler-than-your-girlfriend wife, Alexei Perry (pic'd). Makes Wolf Parade look like just another of the thousands of other bands with Wolf in their name.

R. Kelly - Double Up
"She be callin' me Daddy, and I be callin' her Mommy / She be callin' you Kelly, when your name is Tommy."

Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
New record from Steely Dan has some classic moments, some weaker ones, and a whole lot of safe tracks for your bar-b-que/impress date. The least safe one, "Don't Make Me A Target", might be the first great angry at this war song.

August 6, 2007

John Dark

Just got back from Canada. Let me tell you, it's definitely not the States up there in the Montreal. Here's some observations about them crazy Canadians:

-They're overweight. A big misconception is that we are all obese and everyone else in the world is coming on like Twiggy and that white dude from that movie about it being hard for pimp. Not true. For evidence, go to Canada. They're overweight.

-A lot of them are black. I mean, a lot of them. These days there are more blacks in Montreal than in Bushwick, which says as much about Montreal as it does about Bushwick. Basically, my image of a typical Canadian is a chubby black person.

-Taxes. Oh boy do these crazy kids love their taxes. I bought a shirt. It was listed for $25. After taxes it cost me $63. Look, I don't want to pay for your health care, you lazy maple syrup guzzling fat asses.

-They don't litter. This is serious. I went to a
concert my first night in town at the local indie rock venue. I bought a Moosehead (that's Canadian for Budweiser). I finished it. I placed the bottle on the ground next to my feet. People gasped, the music suddenly stopped, and a bunch of fat black Canadians started wagging their fingers at me. They'll let you smoke weed. They'll let you fuck their sister. They will not let you litter.

-They love rollerblades. You see these litter free motherfuckers on in-line skates everywhere. I'm not exaggerating. You can't walk down the street without having someone blade on by you. They're on a real 1994 tip over there. Basically, my image of a typical Canadian is a chubby black person on rollerblades.

It's Not The Pony Track, It's The Humidity

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

August 3, 2007

It's A Very Friday-Centric Weekend In Philly

So much going on tonight. Get out your party-sided dice and roll up a winner.

- Matty Pickles, Cobra, Mr.Splif and Shanky, better known as The Subjects, stoke your feel-good garage rock fires at The Khyber like only they can.

- Original Copyright Gangstas Negativland (pic'd) are at International House of all places.

- SoPhi block rockers Gang are good-causin' it for the Trevor Butler/Bottom of The Hudson tribute & benefit concert over at Tritone.

- Adam Arcuragi, one of maybe four or five singer/songwriters we've ever had the inclination to actually endorse on this site, is at Johnny Brenda's.

- And of course, First Friday means the dual tandems of SuperToddBros and Oh Murder! Inc at Sal's providing you the maximum number of rump shakers and dance party makers allowed by law. Pennsyvania State law.

Saturday night, we're green-lighting one party and one party only. That'd be Sex From Above at Medusa Lounge. During his guest spin at Bleached Black last Saturday night, Shawn Ryan demonstrated that he means business when it comes to makin' the basement pop. And what with this party going monthly, it seems First Weekends now have a pretty much unbeatable SuperTodd/Shawn one-two punch. Routines are a beautiful thing.

August 2, 2007

Thursday Photo Essay

Stay Hungry

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Thursday Photo Essay

O Shit, Baby

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August 1, 2007

And I Suppose Mexican Tumors Are Lazy

Undoubtedly, the feel good story in sports last week was
the triumphant return of promising young Red Sox pitcher Jon Lester. Almost exactly one year after being diagnosed with cancer and taking a leave from the team to undergo treatment, Lester has returned to the club stronger than ever, starting two games on the road and helping the Sox to victories in each. Friday night, he heads back to Fenway for his first start in front of the home town faithful. I'm obviously thrilled by modern medicine's latest victory in the fight against cancer, but my excitement is tempered by knowledge of another, uglier side of the story. The racist side. Like Disney animation is within in the the film-making community, so is cancer research a safe haven for those who wish to espouse and perpetuate ignorant cultural myths within the larger medical community. I'd like to think the search for a cure would push personal prejudice aside, but then I see Philadelphia's own Thomas Jefferson University Hospital publishing studies like this. Look, I don't care if your tumor is black, white, yellow, or purple with green polka dots (though you should definitely have that looked at) - they all deserve the same, equal treatment. I've already come out strongly against the proliferation of absurd stereotypes in the field of entimology, and I feel just as outraged to find it in the field of oncology. It's time to take a stand, people. Only by uniting against it can we finally send tumor intolerance to the back of the cancer ward once and for all.

Gone Ice Fishin'

When I say Badminton, ya'll say Stamps. BADMINTON! (your turn). Wait, what happened? You gotta say "Stamps". I don't care if you're at work. One more time. When I say Badminton, ya'll say Stamps. BADMINTON! (your turn). Well, that was better, but too many of you don't realize this thing is interactive. Not really speaking of interactivity, I'm outta this piece, fools. Going up to "Montreal the Canada" for a couple of days. Be back next week. Enjoy my photo essay tomorrow and try to make it through without me. Okay, one more time. When I say Badminton, ya'll scream Stamps. BADMINTON!

SkinnySlim's List

In Rotation...

Lil Wayne - Da Draught 3 Mixtape Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is White Stripes - Icky Thump
Handsome Furs - Plague Park R. Kelly - Double Up Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga