Women as Lovers

I was scratching my lip just now when I realized that I didn't wash my hands after returning from Walmart. I hope I don't get pig flu.

Titus is staring at his almost-empty food bowl with disdain. Do you remember when you were a little kid and you had to take that dreaded last bite of hot dog, and you just couldn't force yourself? So you turned it into five - each one more arduous than the next. Ok, maybe that's a little too much elaboration, but that's what he looked like. Apologies to Seth Godin.

I'm reading Ron Paul's book: The Revolution, A Manifesto. So far I'm enjoying it, but I'll not bore you with didactics. Read it. Or don't. Makes no difference.

I was at the Ginger Man last night, and as I sat down, "The Wind Cries Mary" came on. That was the second time yesterday that I thought, "Today is a great day."

This is that. I cannot remember what type of sentence that is, and that question keeps popping up, as it were. I will have to dig up my Style book and satisfy my curiosity.

Exciting news: Jamie Stewart posted William's art on his blog! Jamie Stewart of Xiu Xiu, of course! You should check them out - good driving music.

That is enough for now, so I will leave you with this thought:
Someday, in the far distant, ethereal future - my children will fall asleep to Grouper. It is the perfect lullaby music.