The Premise: Pick out the best album of the year for each year you’ve been alive. The Players: Myself and fellow Sod-bloggers Kelly Hagen (list coming this Wednesday), and Nate Sjol (list due on Friday). The Result: Apparently I’m a much bigger Huey Lewis fan than I would have ever thought.

Here at Sod, we can only go about two to three good months without making a list of some sort before we start getting all itchy and distempered.  Thankfully, next week we get to satisfy our joneses before being reduced to manning street corners and soliciting johns for list ideas. 
 

T.S. Eliot once told us that “April is the cruelest month.” He may have been more focused on the inner-workings of the human condition, our fraility, and the dashed expectations of hope, but I can’t help believe that - if Mr. Eliot was writing The Wasteland today, it would have been in front of a [...]

Let me start by saying, for the record, that if Hillary Clinton wins the Democratic nomination, and ends up being the party’s candidate for the general election, Democrats must henceforth forfeit their (and by “their” I mean “our”) right to bitch about dirty, Republican campaign tactics ever again. Karl Rove may remain the guy [...]

Finals are over - and my hand muscles are pissed at me from writing ad naseum about Business Associations - which means that it’s officially time to drop my end of year, best music of 2007 list, which (for everyone who takes music way too seriously) is a sweet relief after obsessively pouring over record [...]

After a near-unbearable day of studying for a Debtor-Creditor final that has forced me to reconsider what is important in my life, I thought there was no better time than the present to drop the first of two End of Year lists (the second, my music list which will certainly be better than Kelly’s and [...]

Thirty five percent. That’s what Obama is now polling in Iowa. That’s the magic number putting him outside the margin of error to take the first official contest in the 2008 Presidential Race.

If you must, you can start calling me Mr. Happy Guy.

I am convinced that there are two different kinds of people when it comes to sports: those who carry the sweet knowledge of winning around in their breast pocket (Yankees fans, Spurs fans, Lance Armstrong fans…although I haven’t met anyone personally who rides a high from their guy consistently beating ass in cycling, but you [...]