Last week, if I were thinking responsibly, should have been titled "My Experiment in Homelessness," however it will be instead "Fruitless Attempts to See Radiohead." There is really nothing to say other than the day I have been waiting for since Fall '00, came and went. In an effort to get to the show, I rekindled old friendships, inserted Radiohead references in any and all conversations, and watched re-runs of MTV's Real Life: I am a groupie. Although I did not reach my goal, things, of course, were learned.

1. Neil lives on Center Street.
2. Todd likes the Postal Service.
3. Someone, who will remain nameless, can afford trips to Italy, but not trips to the Usana Ampitheater.
4. Tres would like to keep our friendship at a purely non-hanging out level.

Stay tuned for my next blogging installment, when I reveal what is to be done with all this meaningful information.