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Jeremy Gordon

I was born in 1988 to two loving parents in Chicago, then did nothing of note until 1999 or 2000 when I started listening to Green Day and using the Internet to play Pokemon with total strangers. Since then, I've come to Northwestern to major in journalism and get poor as hell doing things I like.




In Which Our Hero Waits Two Hours To Play A Videogame, Basically

It’s a Wednesday night and I’m on a thirty minute bike ride so I can go play some videogames in an abandoned warehouse with hundreds of other socially deficient dorks. Let me explain: earlier my friend calls me to see if I want to see Read More →

We’re Always Right: Best Music of 2009 Awards

These guys are not in the Best Music list, but they swept the Take A Shower awards.

These guys are not in the "Best Music" list, but they swept the "Take A Shower" awards.

We do a lot of talking at Taintbrush. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we are right. The latter is one of these times. These are some jams I liked a lot in 2009 and why. They are pretty typical and I am boring, but with respect blow me. Read More →

Sex, Drugs & Hero Worship: Finding Chuck Klosterman

Some heroes look like Cary Grant. Mine looks like this.

Some heroes look like Cary Grant. Mine looks like this.

I. I think I’ve just seen my hero walk past me in a Barnes & Noble. He is almost middle-aged, wearing a ferocious beard with square-rimmed glasses, a white t-shirt Read More →

Reality TV Family Trees, Or Why I Need to Lose My Cable Box

"What's up, Real?" "Oh, nothing, Chase - just about to get my dick sucked. You?"

"What's up, Real?" "Oh, nothing, Chase - just about to get my dick sucked. You?"

I do not feel safe in the world.

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Asher Roth Fan Club #1

mfw, lookin' for some cutie Asher Roth fans

mfw, lookin' for some cutie Asher Roth fans

Acoustic hip-hop covers are the most unheralded genre in music, because music critics are afraid of the transformative power of a bro bleatin’ rhymes in a flat tenor over weakly strummed chords on a two-bit guitar. Read More →

Public Enemas. Lol

In the vacuum of gangster drama, no one can hear you emote.

In the vacuum of gangster drama, no one can hear you emote.

The above title is irony. Public Enemies will not make you shit yourself. It is also not a shitty movie. But, given the expectations of the summer action blockbuster that has permeated most of American mid-year film culture, Read More →

The King is Dead, Boys

The realest dude, gold lamé and all.

The realest dude, gold lamé and all.

Michael Jackson is dead but I am not. This should be enough to make me happy about life, and I am. But plenty of people are not happy about life in the week following Read More →

AUTOBOTS, OOH RAH!!

They can't believe they were just in this movie.

They can't believe they were just in this movie.

In Chicago’s Lincoln Park, where I live, there’s an athletic center with a fake rock climbing wall located on the outside wall of the building that goes up maybe four or five stories. Whenever I pass it, I imagine myself dropping the anime Read More →