Idiomag

I got an email update from Idiomag this a.m. telling me that they've "chosen some great new articles for me." Great concept, right? A personalized magazine that caters to my interests. Yep, no need to sift through a bunch of articles that don't interest me.

Thanks to information that Idiomag downloaded from my Pandora account, their site gave me an article entitled, "Wilco, Panic, Bowie set for 'Heroes' soundtrack." The article goes on to mention a bunch o' other artists that I like immensely including the New Pornographers (who, by the by, have a new iTunes-exclusive EP out while I'm still listening incessantly to "Myriad Harbor" from Challengers, the last release, MP3 here), Nada Surf, My Morning Jacket, Iggy Pop, etc. In other words, sounds like a swell soundtrack por moi. Thanks Idiomag!

(Although, upon typing that, it almost felt like I now subscribe to the magazine for idiots . . . quick grammar check. Phew. Idio has Greek origins: peculiar, one’s own, personal, private; of or pertaining to one’s self; distinct, separate, alone. Of course, idiot is derived from it but let's move on, shall we?)

In any event, I clicked to page three of my very own magazine and what do I find? They have a video of Wilco on the left side of the page strumming their little uplifting diddy, "What Light," that I blogged about a few weeks ago. I love them! Soooooooooo me!

But Idiomag. Me gotsta get used to that name. Duh.