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Taylor and Other Soldiers

Sometimes the most impactful books are the ones you didn't mean to read. For some reason that I can't remember anymore, I copied a book called "On Killing" onto my ebook reader when I first bought it. It sat on the reader for eight months before I found myself unable to sleep and without any books I actually wanted to read. So I began to tackle the 400 page opus on being a soldier.

The book took me a month to get through. It's dense, thorough to the point of being repetitive, and mostly irrelevant to civilians. But it's not totally irrelevant to me: my brother Taylor is going to Afghanistan tomorrow.

He joined the military about a year ago. The decision was made without any input from the family and without much notice either. "I'm thinking of joining the Army" evolved into him being issued fatigues in a blink of an eye. Soon he was off to basic training.

The 2011 Gear Update: Style Edition

(Note: if you haven't read last year's post, you may want to read it first, since this is only the gear that is different)

During South by Southwest this year I was lucky enough to see the Kanye West show (thanks to my brother, Devon, and Colt Woody). Kanye had about a million different guests with him, ranging from Jay-Z to people I'd never heard of before.

Mos Def opened up the concert dressed in a suit, wearing a sequined mask. Rihanna came out with a futuristic halter top that looked like it was made out of seatbelts or something. Halfway through the set, I notice something strange-- a stagehand dressed in all black is singing one of the choruses. Kanye does his verse, and then the stagehand starts singing again. What's going on?