The Last of FM

I dunno, but I think I’m done with Last.fm. It was neat, I guess, but after five years, I’ve determined that it’s just not useful to my life. Essentially, supported music players could be connected to your Last.fm profile and every song play is tracked (it’s called “scrobbling”). Ostensibly, it was a way to discover …

Before, After

Damn you, Linklater. Another movie, another itch to travel Europe. Although, unlike Jesse, I don’t have a Celine to love, grow, and argue with. Nor the tenacity or warrior spirit to verbally spar. At least the difficult parts can get magically healed with humor — if only the spark of love was enough. Sometimes, I …