Remember yesterday, when I was like “we’ll see you tomorrow for Friday links?” I was just trying to end the conversation. There are no links today, because I am busier than a shithouse mouse in a model airplane-building contest—in that I’m definitely going to lose, but I’m taking it really seriously anyway. While I build a fool’s fortress, how about you read this essay I wrote for the Indy about how getting what we wanted from the music industry means we don’t have an identity anymore? I’m paraphrasing. You’ll just have to follow the link. But only a fool would trust me now.