Off now to the PNW to see Kraftwerk, visit friends, and revel in Portland indierockmicrobrewurbanplanningyuppiescum funness. Recap and pictures TK. See you soon!

I'm having a minor travel anxiety nervous breakdown at the moment, so... here, look at these while I sort my head out.

I heard some gossip and according to an official-looking fan site it's true: John Mayer is set to have his own monthly column in Esquire, starting in their June issue. I can't muster up any shock or real outrage or anything; just passing along the news here.

This is the best thing you will ever read about Yes. This is the other best thing.

A Dazed and Confused "where are they now": Wiley Wiggins has a blog, Marissa Ribisi just got married to Beck, and director Richard Linklater is about to put out this turd.

Ladies and gentlemen, the early 21st century distilled to its essence:

Exhibit A: Highbrow hookers invade the Craigslist slackerdrome one resume-enhancing business euphemism at a time: Selective companionship service interviewing attractive, intelligent ladies over age 18 to service professional clientele primarily in Manhattan locale.

Exhibit B: Dunkin' Donuts' Dunkaccino (if the descriptor "hot winter beverage" isn't repulsively twee enough, the very name of the product seems focus-groupped to the kind of hell I imagine is populated by aging elementary-ed types and their emasculated husbands: "Dunk" has a ring of aggressive, fiercely American gorging-myself-is-my-inalienable-right-so-fuck-you self-indulgence with a reverberation of secret shame, and the "ccino" suffix joins the "tini" suffix in the glossary of "marketing terms for people who are desperate to feel grownup and classy when all they really want is an adult-acceptable varation on the chocolate milk and fruit punch they mainlined as a kid").

Step right up! Throw a latte-flavored pie in the interim NYT food critic's face here!