• The theme of this airplane adventure: I wonder what my pupils look like.

• [My roommate] Shining Grass drove me to the airport. After passing her my lighter, and momentarily grabbing the wheel so she didn’t have to steer, that stat that everyone thinks about being more likely to get into a car crash on the way to the airport than getting into an airplane crash inevitable crosses my mind … and makes a lot more sense.

• I took about seven times longer cooking for my flight than it took me to pack. Jasmine rice, red lentil dahl (what up Noah), curried garbanzo beans, two peanut butter and honey tortilla sandwiches, and Mary’s Gone Crackers Brand pretzel sticks. I don’t fuck around with this shit.

• I’m in the Eugene airport and everyone has a British accent. Something’s not right.

• I just read they’re about to replace the flying people art at the Eugene airport. Bummer. I think I know why. These cats is hipsters! Check out that flickr account. Every last one of them.

• Damn. This duffel bag is pretty fucking legit. ergonomic design, tough canvas. Sir Francis Drake High School will be forever classy in my mind. That’s marketing.

• Damn. Sir Francis Drake didn’t make their duffels x-ray proof. My bag got “subject to further search-ed.” Future does not look bright for red lentil dahl.

• The fate of my mid-flight meal is in the hands of a man name ‘Ned.’

• (I wonder what my pupils look like?) “ … Oh that? I thought that was a solid. It’s not, well… what if I poured some out and left only 4 ounces in my container. Would that be cool?”

• (Still wondering what my pupils look like.)

• Ned answered no. But the dude wasn’t a dick about it. The next 2-7 minutes (measuring time is hard right now) Ned’s compassion was on display. He explained: I could mail my dhal; I could check my bag; I could go outside and eat it; I could give it to a friend. It was like it was my family dog was in question, not my red-lentil dhal.

• With time very much not on my side, I had no choice. “For the homies” I told him. Ned didn’t know what that meant.

• (I wonder what my pupils look like?)

• Even though dude’s like Ned are the most 1984 aspect of my life, it was kind of a beautiful interaction. Big Brother doesn’t seem so bad right now.

• Sitting at the gate now. Watching planes take off, with a rainbow and cumulus clouds providing a backdrop. What’s this? Chums …. BluBlockers! FUCK YES. BluBlockers! Am I Dreaming?

• I’m on an airplane. Cool.

• Oregon Voice. Meet San Francisco International Airport. If all goes to plan, the Oregon Voice distribution network will soon expand globally.

“Nancy! Come quick. There’s trouble on the University of Oregon campus!” Noah exclaimed. His brow was furrowed, he looked concerned.

“Oh my goodness!” Nancy yelped.

“I biked all the way back to the Campbell Club after leaving the Dance-Off just to tell you about it, since you’re such a super mystery-solver,” added Scot, Editor-in-Chief of the Oregon Voice. He was exasperated.

Nancy Drew’s blue eyes twinkled. “Tell me the details!” she urged them.

The two boys explained to Nancy that there had been a Dance-Off between the Oregon Voice and Ethos Magazine that night. On his way home after celebrating a glorious victory, Noah had come to find that the Voice distribution box near the library had been broken.

“It was fully intact when I left work at the library this afternoon,” Scot related.

“Let’s not be hasty,” Nancy insisted. “After all, while it seems we have an idea of exactly the kind of person who would do such a thing, we can never be sure.”

The boys agreed. Alas, Nancy had another case to solve, and she would not rest until she brought the culprits to justice.

Until the next chapter… I leave you all with this image of a very sad Noah the next morning when we scoped the scene in the daylight…

Pitchfork has released an article announcing that Andrew WK and one of my personal favorite hip-hop groups, People Under the Stairs, have collaborated and created a new variation of Danny Elfman’s Simpson’s theme song. It will air in the end credits on January 16th’s all new episode. Will you check it out? I know I will.

Of course, the Emerald headline is in need of correction.

In fact, 4/5 of the band were in attendance at the house party, along with DJ E603 and members of their crew. But whether or not it was Nate solo or with his comrades is irrelevant (Save for, you know, being accurate with headlines.) What matters is that the fine students at the University of Oregon didn’t get completely short-changed. The infectious tunes, loops and beats Nate delivered certainly highlighted an otherwise dark and dreary Eugene night.

Check this video:

Nate Donmoyer from Passion Pit from Ivar Vong on Vimeo.

Unlike the embedded video courtesy of Ivar at the Emerald suggests, the impromptu party was most certainly off-le-hook and came to a head in the early morning hours when swarms of police officers arrived to disperse the near 250+ people that packed the 12th and Washington basement.

The house received a $750 noise violation. No MIPs or furnishing citations were given.

If you’d like to help us help the inhabitants of the house with the now monetary woes, please feel free to send donations to: Oregon Voice, 1228 Erb Memorial Union, University of Oregon, Eugene, OR 97401.

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