For every scent of time travel, a little bit of radiation lingers in the air. Bend temporal reality enough and you'll have a group of hikers wander out into the snow to catch a sight of who knows what's going on that it's still a mystery 55 years later.
Worlds traded with two of the nicest people in the world. They happen to be in the same band. Edited only for consistency of style.
I’m being facetious but surely Lou Barlow has no call, ethically, maybe even morally, to demand that people leave his divorce out of any discussions regarding the release of this last Sebadoh record. After all, the man has made a career telegraphing his romantic entanglements and its attendant successes and failures in song.