Hosenkoff & Isinball on Ayatollah Khamanei, despite recent blogospheric rumors.

Yesterday afternoon, heading back to the office from the George Washington U/Foggy Bottom metro stop after an interview at the State Department, a rubicon was crossed. The guy galloping down the escalator in front of me was wearing an ironic Pearl Jam t-shirt. Couldn’t have been older than 20. It was the one that had the setlist cartoon silkscreened on the back.

Inevitable, I suppose, but still jarring. I lived through first-wave Pearl Jam. Hated Ten, liked Vs., they lost me with Vitology and punk rock came along and made me wash all this down the memoryhole, because punk rock is like the NKVD.