After last weekends onslaught of superbly crafted and immaculately formatted links, I got… nothin’. So I’ll toss in some monkeys, because everything’s better with monkeys.

As with most other days, there are birthdays today, which include un homme qui est anulleé; a guy who never gave up;  another fucking uplifter; a fantastically underrated cartoonist who mastered essentialism; an excellent third baseman who is only forgotten because of who he mentored; the masturbatory fantasy of every young male in the mid ’60s; a guy who really knew how to have a ball; my favorite rock drummer, who was known for his calm and conservative approach to life and music; a woman for whom lampposts and woodchippers were seemingly designed; and a guy who was a constant inspiration to me.

Let’s see what’s happening.

 

What they do when they’re not in rodeos.

 

In a show of completely worthless symbolism, I give you… Congress!

 

It’s almost like it’s a habit.

 

Wait, wasn’t Germany supposed to be some sort of model for us?

 

Go long on Dell.

 

This could work in San Francisco.

 

 

Old Guy Music is one of those deals where a musician has written so many great songs, it’s easy to forget about one. I heard this yesterday while out hiking and was reminded, “Oh yeah, I love it, it’s a terrific song.”