A Grain of Salt

Business Time

This has been a tough month at the helm of Salt Magazine. I'm not going to lie to you. Numerous conferences, lots of work, a lack of hip hop songs that I actually like -- difficult times.

But I'm writing now not just because I put up a new issue -- which has some stellar stuff, by the way -- but because I want everyone in the world who hasn't seen it already to watch this video from The Flight of the Conchords, that quirky New Zealand group that is like, totally dominating the parody folk airwaves.

Here's a link to my favorite song, Business Time. (If you want to watch the original music video, it's here. I can't decide which I find funnier.)

More soon. But for now, stop reading this blog. It's business time.

This is the blog for Salt Magazine.

Where the hell has she been?

Despite rumors to the contrary, Saltines, I have not run away to New Zealand in hopes of avoiding professional responsibility and nasty commenters on Salon. No, I am here -- but just barely, having recently returned from two weeks in the American midwest: One was spent with teenage latin freaks, the other with Christian Magicians.

Both were, as you can probably guess, interesting experiences. I should definitely tell you, considering the recent effects of Fergalicious on my mental health, that the Latin lovers were selling a tshirt that said "Vergilicious." Yes, that's right. They sold so many that they had to take special orders.

Anyway, having had an afternoon of crashing computer programs and obnoxious comments on Salon to deal with, my creativity is somewhat wiped. But I am alive, and I did survive both Indiana and Tennessee. No small feat. And I'm looking to put up a new issue -- so if you've got stuff, send it my way.

This is the blog for Salt Magazine.