Dear internet:

It’s me, Brian.  I miss you.  I remember the time that we spent together, holding hands, listening to tunes, saying mean things about stupid people and the like.  There were times when we’d just look into each others’ eyes, secure in the knowledge that we’d always have our love.

I feel like we’ve drifted apart in the last few weeks, internet.  I don’t call as much as I used to.  I never write.  It seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day for us to just cuddle.  I want there to be time in my life for you, internet, but I’m a complicated man with diverse needs, drawn in by many seductive temptresses.  As much as you mean to me internet, you don’t give me a paycheck and/or a terminal degree.   Do I still love you internet?  Of course.  Will I be better?  I’ll try.

I’m giving you, internet, this Dinowalrus gift as a sign of both my continuing fidelity and my renewed promise to be with you more often.  (I picked the Dinowalrus as our make-up song, because I know how much you love “cosmic freakouts,” “krautrock rhythms” and the word “re-mix.”)   I’ll have a killer Lazy Saturday this weekend and a wicked full album review in seven days.  You’ll see internet, I can be the man I used to be.

Yours always,

Brian

p.s. What are you wearing, internet?

Dinowalrus – Nuke Duke ‘Em (Mae Shi Remix)