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Hey, RSS and other readers! I have launched a new blog at the memorable address of daveburdick.com. Or you can just update your feed readers to this new RSS feed!

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So…

Look, there’s some really intense stuff going on right now.

I’m a big idiot and don’t understand all of it. That’s not particularly new, but I sure wish I had more words for it. Seems like I’ve got ‘em for just about everything else.

I think I’d rather have a song right now. How ’bout you?

Also, this guy posted another response video to our old global warming spoof again… then apparently un-posted it. But the notification email remains. Anyway, here’s a video:

After you’ve watched it, you should feel about as confused as I’ve been for a week and a half. And you’re gonna need a palate cleanser. Well, this is inspired by the mid 1990s, when it was a lot easier for me to know what to do when.

A follow-up on a post I made a while back about which presidential candidates (and other candidates past and present) had been endorsed and supported financially by which cast members of the TV show “The West Wing:” Martin Sheen has endorsed New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson for president in 2008.

Plus, I should mention that I finally have breathing room, which means blogging room. And not just the stuff here. I’m sneaking back into blogging about the environment, bit by bit. This week I posted at EcoGeek and Gothamist, and with a break coming up, I’m hoping to do a bunch more at both.

Ukulele sensation Ballard C. Boyd just sent me this very important video about cheering up one’s friends.

For years, one of my staple, never-fail jokes was about how I was secretly very tan. Bronze, even. Tomorrow, for a story, I’m actually going to a tanning salon. It was tough to choose a salon, as it turns out there are many in Manhattan. Would it be Faux Glow? Tanning in the Shade? Sundara Airbrush Tanning?

Luckily, there was a video that sold me — hard — on Beach Bum Tanning, which has five locations, one not too far from me. I can’t embed the video here, but I’m begging you to go and watch it.

Pay special attention to the owner’s description of “the open-air P-90″ and “the CaliforniaTan auto-bronzer,” which is from Italy.

Also, when I mentioned that I’d be doing this to friend and fellow try-it journalist Jennie Dorris, she said, “Oh god, I did that very thing. Let me just say, you’re going to be naked and sliding around in your own sweat. And then you’ll smell weird.”

Also, I’m re-designing this site. Just you wait.

Have I already shared this here?

This is from the project that Kenan and I are working on, GreenGrog.com.

Crazy week. Really crazy. But tonight: shrimp and lobster spring rolls, fillet mignon, red wine and champagne. Plus tastes of crabmeat-crusted mahi mahi and eggnog creme brulee. I haven’t eaten like that in a pretty long time. Last time would have been somewhere in Colorado Springs.

In honor of eating…

And just in case that didn’t quench your insatiable hunger for Fat Boys videos, here’s my favorite Fat Boys song (yes, I have a favorite Fat Boys song).

Last night I read a few stories at a delightful show called BIG NIGHT OF AWESOME. Lately, I’ve been really appreciative of epilogues, which seem to sort out all the tangles and loose ends so quickly. Therefore, I’ve placed a lot of emphasis on writing epilogues lately.

More emphasis, I dare say, than on the stories themselves. I hope you’ll appreciate these stories and epilogues.

Jarrod’s mail

In a cocoon of silence, he drew a pair of scissors from his new desk to open the letter Sara had sent him over two months ago.

Epilogue.

The letter was of no significance; it had been a silly note she sent with a picture of a piece of toast she had made with a novelty press that imprinted the face of Jim Jarmusch on any regular slice of bread. Sara had moved on quickly and Jarrod had fooled himself into carrying around what amounted to little more than an empty envelope for eight torturous months. He kept the photo over his desk as a reminder that sometimes problems are problems and sometimes problems are just toast that looks like a hip-ass director.

The whole time, back in Missouri, Sara knew that it was actually a Bob Dylan toast.

So it turns out Jarrod still didn’t know anything and, for thinking that a crusty outline of Dylan was a crusty outline of Jarmusch, was even more pretentious than Sara.

Jim and juice

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