"who is he? an exile. which must not be confused with, allowed to run into, all the other words that people throw around: émigré, expatriate, refugee, immigrant, silence, cunning. exile is a dream of glorious return. exile is a vision of revolution: elba, not st. helena. it is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. the exile is a ball hurled high into the air. he hangs there, frozen in time, translated into a photograph; denied motion, suspended impossibly above his native earth, he awaits the inevitable moment at which the photograph must begin to move, and the earth reclaim its own."
-- salman rushdie, the satanic verses
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
DUDE. this has nothing to do with your entry, but Conan O'Brien was roommates with the drummer from Galaxie 500 at Harvard!! how cool is that?!
yeah, he was apparently playing conan's drums on the early recordings too, which serves to increase the awesome factor of that already-quite-awesome factoid.