I have a strange relationship with song lyrics that is well-documented. Google “not a lyrics guy” and “Saleski” and you will find a surprising amount of evidence.

It’s that time of year again. Time for the Monadnock region’s fantastic music/arts festival that goes by the name The Thing in the Spring.

Man, things sure have been upside-down as of late. The calendar has been saying “spring” for quite a while now, but apparently that calendar and the thermometer haven’t been on speaking terms.

Yesterday I was sitting in my office when a co-worker rounded the corner and tapped me on the shoulder. As I pulled my earbuds out of their receptacles he said, “Iron Maiden?!!”

Everything will kill you, eventually. Pay enough attention to media reports and you’ll discover that consuming just about anything will lead to your early demise.

This weekend in Manchester, New Hampshire, teams of gaming enthusiasts will lock themselves in for 36 hours for a “board game hackathon,” also known as the NH Game Jam.

Why the hell am I listening to The Smiths? The simple answer is that I saw a friend tweeting that he was listening to them. I was surprised, because I could have sworn that he found Morrissey’s voice off-putting.

This is how it started: Software-type person: “You’ve never seen Evil Dead?!!”

I was pretty much off the media grid on Monday when the bombs exploded in Boston. I had the day off and was in the middle of a viewing of Louis Malle’s The Lovers. TheWife™ called from work to inform me

When’s the last time you put some music on, sat down, and just listened? Disqualify yourself if you: read a magazine/book, turned on the television, played a video game, checked your email, texted somebody. I bet it’s been a while, eh?