I think, simply put, we're exactly like these characters in that of course, we can't appreciate the present as it happens. We're always anticipating the future. We have happy moments, often (in my case) accentuated by well-timed musical cues. Cue "Big Wheel" by Howard Crockett because the Mad Men soundtrack said so.

Great article, and it reminds me why my jaw drops every time I watch "The Monolith" in season seven. The image of the monolith, as it stands in 2001: A Space Odyssey, represents forward momentum, some sort of advancement that thrusts everyone headlong into the future. Which is funny in a show like Mad Men where not…

Or Pete's ill-advised death-wish pitch to Lucky Strike:

Spot on about context. Revisiting this track right now, I'm getting goosebumps on the sides of my face when over the lyrics can be heard some disembodied robot voice thunder, "World world world world" or whatever, I never could tell exactly. So cool.
Anyway, what always fascinated me was what seemed to me an inversion…

Setup for a Rolling stone interview:

No one, not yet? Let me see what I can do.

True, but Feig's recent output makes it seem like he's trying to be entertaining but also prove a point. I think his time is better spent honing that self-deprecating wit and fear of emasculation so prevalent in his kick-ass memoirs and Freaks & Geeks. The less time dusting off old franchises for whatever purpose, the…

"Read books, repeat quotations / Draw conclusions on the wall"
—"Love Minus Zero / No Limit" (1965)

"Or the twist to The Crying Game! I haven't seen it yet!"
—The Devil, 1992

"I'm the devil, and I'm here to say / I'm the most evil rapper in the USA / All my homies and my bitches say, 'Ho!'"
—The Devil, 1999

Oh, and PTA,

Finally fucking yeah! I just finished the book today and have been hungrily craving a trailer. Psyched to see Pynchon's prose on the screen, Joaquin Phoenix looming large, and what should be a killer soundtrack enhancing it all.

No es bueno, ¡Rob!

Excellent video, too. Having grown up in Catholic schooling, I was psyched to see Bon Scott in a priest's vestments delivering a rockin' sermon from the pulpit.

Yeah, roll over, Beethoven, ya bum!

Let there be rock!

What is this, math class? We're talkin' 'bout music here!

I think past a certain level it just becomes an mp3 player embedded inside a hollow turntable.

"The louder they come / The harder they crack / Come now, sweet cream /
Don’t forget to flash / We’re all gonna meet / At that million dollar
bash"
—"Million Dollar Bash" (1967)

I met John Green about three years ago at a dinner at the university president's house. He was nice. We made small talk about Dr. Pepper and he introduced me to his wife, who was a babe. I've never read his books, but was invited to attend since I was in the English program.