The next day, all I could think about was calling your mother, mostly because she'd forced me to get her number tattooed onto my arm the night before

There are a lot of things to write about, many of them profound and interesting. In the blogs we have written since I opened this site, Jake and I have contemplated our own mortality and just who it is we are. That's great. They are definately within the sphere of questions about which writing is worthwhile. I hope to continue in a similar vein with today's topic, which is: one reason I hate the Eagles.

Not the Philadelphia Eagles, mind. I don't care enough about football to hate any team especially. My feelings for NFL teams are like the ones you have for one of those moles you are barely conscious of until it turns out it's a malignant skin cancer (I think everyone's been there), but I have no special hatreds for any team (Except the Jacksonville Jaguars and I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out why.)

Instead, I'm talking about the California (I think) rock band, but the previous paragraph does says something about your Freys and your Henleys. When making a rock band, you have four options, or legitimate options for the name: quasi-poetic (the Rolling Stones, the Doors), slightly funny (the Beatles), descriptive (the Beach Boys, the Monkees), or wierd (Seattle Symphony Orchestra, and yes I went there). Names shared with sports teams named after fierce animals (Eagles, Falcons, Lions) or demographics (pirates, cowboys, giants) should be avoided at all costs. In addition to being a counter-lameness maneuver, this also would help resolve my personal confusion, which ought to be the aim of all movements aspects of pop culture.

I mean, Leroy Wolfgramm, who played with the Jets in the '80s, would have wanted it that way. What position, you ask? Keyboard. Another thing he would have wanted would have been:

-Eleanor