Salutations, Pushies. Well, I awoke this morning to that bitter e-mail from Milch, and now I'm depressed. If you haven't read it, it was posted today, at the band's site (myspace.com/lepushit). It seems that the boy's obscurity over the last 27 years has allowed for some appropriation of their namesake (that, and the fact that nothing they ever did was copyrighted - in their early days, none of them believed in paper). I'm so upset. I think I shall go to Eichtalpark tonight, sit on a bench and weep a little. Perhaps I will purchase a Bierschinken and feed the pigeons. Are there still pigeons in Eichtalpark? I shall cry on them. Until tomorrow.

P.S. I was on my way to pigeons and Bierschinken when Vole phoned. Under no circumstances will Le Push be changing their name, he said. I am lifted from my sorrow! The pigeons must wait. I will go to the bars in town instead, and perhaps find some Pushies to share my Bierschinken. Hazah!