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Spring means Coachella and Coachella means my fully ranked guide to what I want to see and what I hate. This guide proves extremely useful until the actual schedule comes out and all my favorite acts are up against each other with nothing to do at 5pm but catch a terrible DJ set by Gui Boratto. So until then let me know where you’ll be or tweet me real time @dancecarbuzz.

As always, lists come with rules and caveats. Here they are:

+ Acts are ranked from 4 stars to one star.

+ 4 stars = Do not miss. 3 stars = I’ll make it a priority to see them. 2 stars = Would like to see if I can but no sweat if I miss it. 1 star = Not gonna happen.

+ Acts are also ranked within each star. So I really would like to see Leonard Cohen though not quite as much as The Hold Steady.

+ Certain acts are much lower than they normally would be because I’ve seen them sooo many times. You can bump each of the following acts up a few notches: Morrissey, Black Keys, Ghostland Observatory, Silversun Pickups, Franz Ferdinand, The Crystal Method, The Killers, M.I.A., Chemical Brothers, Yeahsx3, PB&J, The Cure

Good? Everybody ready? Let’s go!

Several times a day, over the past several weeks, I’ve come across this friendly reminder while on-site at a client’s office complex on the east coast; I must however admit, I didn’t actually read it until just this week. While I’m a chronic hand washer and often carry my own hand sanitizer, it was with shock that I read the instructions, looked at myself in the mirror, reread the instructions and realized that I needed to brush up on my hand washing skills. And I dare say you might need to as well. Pay particular attention to step 3 and try it for yourself; there might be something to the idea of relearning skills you thought one had long ago mastered.

This is tough to say, but here goes…

I got scammed on Craigslist.

I know. I was blown away. Me? I was born well before yesterday and make (generally disregarded) claims to be the mayor of the interwebs. But, I’ve decided to take this lemon and make some digital-activation-case-study lemonade. Click below to have a taste (not as gross as it sounds).

Oh, digital evolution. You surprise me every day. Today, you brought to my attention this little gem of a website called OMEGLE.COM, an online chat service that lets you talk to strangers. Forget Facebook and Myspace, which only let you communicate with people you might actually know in real life. This is the new digital hotness right here: total anonymity and an open forum for saying whatever you want to a total stranger.

However, the benefit of this site goes far beyond its intended purpose of being “a brand-new service for meeting new friends.” With my first few forays into chatting on this site, I don’t think I would be friends with anyone I’ve met on here. Hell, I’m downright frightened by some of these folks. No, this web gem is living proof of one of my favorite modern theorems ever created, via the geniuses over at Penny Arcade, and is a prime example of everything that’s right and wrong with The Internet.

Although I’m no designer – I am a bit of a design geek (especially when it comes to packaging and icons). So when I happened upon this story at The Dieline (one of my favorite daily blogs) I felt compelled to share it.

“Artist and Entrepreneur” Justin Gignac has been creating something and selling it on a website, New York City Garbage. He picks garbage off the streets of NYC, arranges it in a clear cube, slaps a label on it that says “Garbage of New York City” (in Helvetica, naturally), and sells them online.

Gignac initially sold the cubes as a “gag gift” for $10 – but has since raised the price to $50 – $100. The higher priced versions feature garbage from special events like New Year’s Eve in Times Square.

I think the actual cubes themselves look great, but I’m even more smitten with the concept behind them. The cubes, according to Gignac, were born to prove that “packaging matters” by “packaging something that absolutely no one in their right mind would ever want to buy.” Then why oh why do I want one oh so much?