This time, it IS rocket science

There's been a lot of interest recently in this blog. Like, who authors it, what it's all about, what motivates the subject matter.















"What sort of interest?", I hear you asking. Well, I recently entered it in a contest at my school as the best student blog. Also, this really awesome writer from BU-Parents Magazine interviewed me on the subject. Come April, every parent of a BU student will know my name, face, and web address. Surely this will help launch me into blogger super stardom. And that's been the goal since day one. Duh.

I always kind of thought of this space as a reality show starring myself, which is ironic because I hate reality television. But also not ironic, because I am my favorite subject. But more on that later.

It has been quite the news week. First, let's take an inch to mourn the loss of Anna Nicole Smith.







I later learned that the last video footage shot of her body being wheeled out of the hotel sold to some trash news website for $500,000. That pretty much makes me sick to my stomach. But who can blame them? Look at what the "news" has become in this country:

Bostonians are retards, mistake Lite-Brites for bombs. SHOCKING!

Gay Reverend Haggard cured of all his gayness. Right.

Crazy bitch in a diaper causes scene at airport. Come on people, this is a love triangle, not Rocket Science........

FCC tightens strings after Janet, keeps Superbowl empty of all adult content. Umm...











That's one of the biggest adult contents I have ever seen.

The news is depressing, especially when it's NOT NEWS. My dad sometimes thinks I live in a bubble and tune out current events and world issues. That is completely false, but when this is the news we are force-fed, tuning out almost sounds like a better option.

Which is why I turn my attention to other, more entertaining things:

Saturday, Maura and I went to see Paolo Nutini at Paradise.


























Paolo is just 19, but he sings and writes like an artist much much older. He mixes Marvin Gaye soul with Simon & Garfunkel folk rock. Think "Let's Get it On" meets "Mrs. Robinson". I guess my favorite of his songs would have to be "Let's get it on with Mrs. Robinson." Yea. That's the one.















Oh and he's Scottish----> Melt.














I love small concerts like that, where you are literally inches from the artist. But I also love gigantic arena shows with huge production value. So on Tuesday I went and saw Justin Timberlake.














Justin has come a long way. For a long time I thought he was just a pretty face with a backup vocal track. But delightfully, he has proved me wrong with his latest record and this concert. Singing live, he sounds impeccable. He played the piano, and the guitar, danced his ass off, and put on a show that was over 2 hours long. That's impressive. Plus the record rocks, no contest.














At both concerts, I got to thinking about how much success these 2 guys have. Paolo is just 19 years old, and has already opened for the Rolling Stones. I'm 3 years older than him and what have I done?

I mean, I'm a good singer, and a pretty decent dancer, (Hellloooo Broadway Kids!!) but you don't see me on "American Idol" or "SO, You Think You Can Dance!!" And I'm crafty in a kitchen, but I'm no Top Chef. Sometimes I think reality show contestants have it so easy, because God obviously only gave them ONE thing to worry about being amazing at :)

So maybe this blog really is the reality show starring me.



















I'll never be on "So You Think You Can Dance!!"

But that's just because they don't make a show called "SO, YOU THINK YOU'RE AWESOME!"



PEACE OUT!

-evan

(computer photos courtesy of K. Travers)