Garcia Wells Hits the Spot

We finagled ourselves a table at Garcia Wells' last night for the soft opening (they're open to the public on Monday, May 1).They've been renovating the old TGI Friday's in Overton Square, a much-loved location of my early Memphis days (we could drink underage there, which along with a cheap happy hour, was the basic attraction). It was also cool because it had those giant windows that open up right onto Madison when the weather was pleasant. Apparently Earl, the owner, plans on keeping them open as much of the year as he can, so I approve of that.

We were told to be there between 6:30 and 7pm, so of course we showed up fashionably late at about 7:15. We weren't the last arrivals, though---Cory Branan came with his date after we'd already finished our first margarita. Did I mention the first drink was on the house? Sweet! And served by a cute bartender? Of course, our next margaritas were not only very sweet & sour tasting but served by a giant pair of fake breasts with a 40-something woman attached. Let's call her Tits McGee since I didn't catch her name. I think she was too busy flirting with the old men at the bar to focus on customer service, and in our group we were either girls or gay. The first margs tasted like they were made the old-fashioned way---with lime juice, soda, & tequila (Patron, no less). Knowing that Tits McGee has served her last drink there is the only thing that could bring me back, and a little bird told us that is the case. I will just give you one example of her many bad-bartender moves: When I asked her the name of the tequila, she turned around to grab the bottle & instead of bringing it to me, she went to the end of the bar & showed it to the first straight male she encountered, talking to him as if he was the one to ask about it. I am sorry to report that all the bartenders share tips, so some of our money unfortunately went to her.

It had good atmosphere, and if you remember the layout from the olden days of the mid-1990s, you know it's good for a busy bar scene. See & be seen is very easy there, since the focus of the entire restaurant is the bar, elevated above the main floor level. From the moment I walked in I felt like I had been transported to Nashville---not so much because of the decor (though it is very Texas ranch-inspired) as the patrons themselves: very white, older, upper-class (at least compared to Midtown's usual grubiness) and bejeweled. You know the type. It was at least suburban, if not totally Nashville. I'm hoping that was just because it was friends & family of the owners & employees, although the menu is definitely upscale dining for Overton Square.

The wine was reasonable (the only items we were charged for were drinks, so I can't tell you what the food cost, but it was a sophisticated if sensible menu). Our soups were both good, one a thick, warm tomato soup, and the other a cold tomatillo gazpacho, which was definitely a must-order. The salad choices were roasted tomato & pepper, which was quite good, and a goat cheese salad (both over spinach, which isn't as easy to get as lettuce mixes around here, so they get my vote). Of course I ordered the warm soup & roasted tomato salad, and now that I think of it, I ordered all the wrong stuff... but it was still all very good. We all ordered the filet---which was wonderful, if not cooked exactly how we ordered it---and that came with grilled onions (called carmelized, but they weren't) and yummy mashed potatoes. By the time we finally ate we were good & hungry, but I think the food would have been good an hour earlier as well. I'm making myself hungry again. I'll return again in a few weeks to see if they've worked all the kinks out... but not until I am sure Tits McGee is gone! [more on Garcia Wells]

UPDATE: More on Tits McGee here.

More on Sex Toys

If you think you're dynamite in the bedroom, check out this quiz. Not only is it hilarious to look at the pictures trying to figure out what is a sex toy & what is a baby toy, you may learn a few things. I only got 5 out of 15 right---they were pretty tricky! Feel free to post your low scores in the comments to make me feel better about my pathetic knowledge.

Bounce-o-Meter

Check out your level of bounce with and without the new ShockAbsorber sports bra. The part on the science behind it is very interesting---those UK designers think of everything:

Movement was tracked using four infra-red cameras. Recordings were then taken during three activities: static, jumping jacks and on a ramped treadmill. A comfort level was also obtained for each activity.

Here, we'd just buy whatever Oprah told us to. [From E.J.]

Other weekend events in your neighborhood:

If you live downtown, be careful when you go out---you might get trampled by the hordes on the South Main trolley tour tonight, going to The Zodiac Ball at the Pyramid with Jefferson Starship (no, really!), or to see Pink Martini at the Canon Center on Saturday night, or to hear Anthony Hamilton & Heather Headley at the Orpheum on Sunday. The Historic Binghamton Neighborhood Assn says they are:

hosting an Art Opening on Sunday, April 30 from 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. at The Hungry Artist Gallery at 2571 Broad Ave. The purposes of the show are 1) have fun; 2) enjoy great art; 3) drink free wine and eat free snacks; and 4) showcase the wonderful artistic talents who work daily in the Binghamton Neighborhood. Please support the revitalization of this overlooked, colorful Memphis neighborhood and the works of [among others] David Nestor, Hamlett Dobbins, and Larry Patton.

Sounds good, but I'll be at one of the Evergreen home tours (eiother Historic Evergreen for the snooty houses, or VECA for the more realistic ones) which they unfortunately scheduled on the same days this year. Of course, I never go to more than one in any given year anyway, so it doesn't really matter. What I should be doing is writing a paper on compulsory motherhood instead. Sounds fun, right?

Whatchu durin' this weekend?

Everyone seems to be hyped up over the Scavenger's Ball at Butler Street Bazaar this weekend. Personally I think the name is gross, but it is a great concept. It's just that the last thing I need is more crap. In fact, I'd like them to come remove some stuff from my house instead.

It's just as well that I don't want to go, since I have enough on my mind already. Exams started today & I have one more next week, plus a paper and a project due as well. I'm looking at a weekend in the computer lab as it is. I do have next weekend to get excited about. Yes, partly the lure of Music Fest, but also the prospect of a visit from two of my best friends from when I first moved to Memphis. I'm hosting a cookout on Sat. & if you know how to find my house, consider yourself invited. It's not like you're going down to Tom Lee Park anyway, so come by around 1:30ish.

I'm stuck!

I am stuck on campus with no wallet, meaning no cash, cards, or license. I cain't get a cup of coffee. Life is sorrowful despite the brightness of the sun shining down. It only covers up the despair.

I wouldn't believe me if I told me.

I had a crazy, crazy night last night that I wouldn't have believed would happen. I'll stick to the highlights and if you see me on the street I can fill you in on the lowlights. It was at a prof's house to celebrate the end of the class and perhaps the prof's retirement from academia. Of course it's the end of the semester and everyone's wound pretty tight, so I suppose anything is likely.

I showed up fashionably late to find I was only the second arrival. (That's why I hate having parties anymore---you say 7:00 and no one shows up til 2 hours later---not that that's fashionable. It's actually quite rude, I believe.) It was fine with me cause I honestly didn't like many people in the class. Everyone was pretty unattractive and I don't just mean on the outside. That too, but also either downright stupid, not very interesting in class, uninterested in the larger issues of life, or just too shy to talk (or a combination of boring/ugly traits). The course itself was interesting but the class was composed of dullards.

Or so I thought.

Turns out the ones who showed up were for the most part really fascinating---it was just that the silent majority was repressing the rest of us. First we just bitched about the idiots in our class who were smart enough not to show (because hey, if you never come to class, you really shouldn't show up to the party). After a couple bottles of wine had been cracked, we really got to dishing on some real issues, and although not everything was extremely deep but somehow it was all valid for some, or most, or all of us. It was sort of what I imagined my brunch group to be (which it hasn't turned into yet, but we're still in the getting-to-know-you phase with that).

I think this was what college must have been like for people in the '60s, or at least more so than the rest of my college experiences have been. I don't think there was a Republican in the house after 8:30. Our prof. even offered to smoke us all out (we have the threat of testing at work, so it's not really my favorite party game, but still a cool thing to offer). A guy at the party used to be a disc jockey and was playing records for us all night. Another guy told stories about moving to Colorado in the early '90s to "find all the hippies in the woods." And apparently he did (One story was about his 19th birthday party, which lasted 7 weeks. kuhl!). I was one of the first to leave (just before 12:30am). When I texted a friend today, she couldn't even tell me what time she left. That is one crazy class party.

More weird but true facts:

One girl turns out to live on the very same street as I do. Never knew it, though we've known each other about 3 months now. We're going to throw a block party for the under-40 set this summer.

Another girl's dating one of the best friends of my last boyfriend. We'd even met once at the Blue Monkey downtown and had a rather long convo.

Memphis is really just a very large small town (at least Midtown is; I didn't know any of those people from the very eastern parts of Memphis) and I like it that way.

No, really?

Yeah, I just spent almost 45 minutes in my basement during that tornado alert. As soon as the sirens started I whipped around like Flash Gordon closing the open windows (on opposite ends of the house, of course). Then I herded the reluctant dog down the steps---the cat had already gone outside, but cats can pretty much take care of themselves---and took my book downstairs. Or at least I tried to get down the stairs; a small hillock of laundry impeded me (and the dog, who is at a disadvantage being on all 4s). So, what do you think I did while I was waiting out the tornado? Yes! Number 1 on my list: laundry. Now the weather bastards have ruined the entire episode of Gilmore Girls (that is, if it wasn't already ruined by the writers, of course) by telling me all about some thunderstorm that is still in Eastern Shelby County during the pivotal first scene. Seriously, it serves you right getting a little hail once in a while, just cause you moved out to Houston Levee Road. It's not an address, it's a landmark. Or a geologic formation, whatever you want to call it. UPDATE: The cat just came in, so you cat-lovers can put your minds at ease!

WARNING: long post ahead

So here's what I should be doing today:

1. Laundry---a serious pile is amassing, and I couldn't find several things I wanted to wear this week, so this tops the list.
2. Housekeeping---I am going to have out of town guests for Music Fest & I need to move some furniture around & probably should clean out the guest room closet as well.
3. Civil Rights Museum tour---for a class, not for my own edification. I've been several times & it's always a depressing experience.
4. Homework---yeah, my final exams start this week. This does not sound fun.
5. Gardening---who knew the grass could grow so much in a week?
6. Bathing the dog---I may do this to escape the house since it's so beautiful outside.

And here's what I want to be doing:

1. Grocery shopping---although I usually hate it, it sounds better than a lot of the stuff above.
2. Learning to golf---I got these clubs last year and have only used them in the back yard, which doesn't work well (the dog tries to play fetch with my short-distance substitute golf balls, made of styrofoam-type stuff).
3. Playing tennis on a non-ghetto court somewhere.
4. Blogging---apparently, since that's what I'm doing to procrastinate.

*** Yesterday was quite a long and eventful day. ML & I ventured into Clarksdale, MS to visit the Juke Joint Festival for the very first time. Its slogan is "half blues festival, half family fair" and I think they struck the balance quite nicely. It was so relaxing to go somewhere and have people say hello---mostly black people who live there I think---not treating us like whitefolks in town for slummin'. There were more bikers than I'd have expected, but perhaps they like the blues more than I'd previously suspected. Speaking of bikers, on our way home there were more bikers chatting us up from the next lane while we were stopped at an insurance checkpoint (what a scam for the highway patrol---driving w/out insurance is a $1500 fine!). What surprised us, though, was that these guys were kinda cute in a non-biker way. But it put us on a Giggle Loop for the rest of the night because it was just so bizarre to have some guy beeping his tiny Honda horn at you from 3 feet over, saying: "Hey, where are y'all headed? Can we follow you back to Memphis?" It's like being hit on by a rodeo clown.

Some old fat dudes also talked to us at Ground Zero---which, although they were like 3's or something, was still flattering until we looked around us at who they had to choose from. The club itself was pretty cool and a very good replica, but blown up because it was the size of 6 juke joints put together, plus it had high ceilngs (for the acousicts) and TV's, which you never would have found in a real juke joint (except a 3" black & white in the kitchen). It also had a nice long bar with stools, hard to find in juke joints, and a working light over the pool table. They did a good job recreating atmosphere with the strings of lights, folding tables, vinyl tablecloths, & mismatched chairs and pared-down stage but it didn't quite pass as an original juke. Of course, some of those we didn't want to go into as they were too tiny & cramped.

It's funny when I go places with ML because although we have equal disdain for people, she is much nicer to them in general. I will cut you off at "hello" if I don't know you. (I'm sure that limits my friendships severely, but not in cases like this.) But I thought they were nice enough until one of them said his nickname was "The Snake Doctor," which made me not want to talk to him anymore. Turns out it's because he works with oil pipelines, but who knew?

We did check out the racing pigs (which was hella cute), but missed monkeys riding shelties (which might have been very disturbing, in a way). We didn't make it into the Delta Blues Museum because it was another $7 fee on top of the $10 wristband charge, which wasn't expensive but we were disinclined to pay twice. We did get to see some of the films at Delta Cinema (which smelled very musty, and I think the odor rubbed off on us) but left after the sound got too loud and the charm of sitting in a dank theatre finally wore off. After watching world-famous Richard Johnston perform (I suppose he's living in Clarksdale now, which was news to me) we headed back up Highway 61 to Tunica, where ML not only came out ahead on the blackjack tables but got us 2 seafood buffets comped to boot. What a woman! We at crab legs, catfish, & sushi until our bellies were bloated, then headed back up to Memphis. I think that was one of the best expereiences at the casinos I've ever had---watching James Brown back in '98 still being the best, and seeing Morris Day & The Time being second best. I was well-near exhausted when we returned.

thanks a lot

The F.D.A.'s new report on ganja [in the NY Times today] apparently reinforces what the federal government has been trying to tell us ever since Reefer Madness during the Great Depression. Like we're going to believe anything y'all say without first scrutinizing it anymore. You once told us cigarettes helped digestion, remember?

Do the Monkey

I'm loving WEVL's "Down in the Alley" dance-themed program right now. Do the jerk, the monkey, the watusi... does anyone even know how anymore? I wish our generation had some dance with set steps that we could all be doing decades from now. And I don't mean the Electric Slide, either. Or the Cha-cha Slide. How humiliating that those are the fruits of my generation. Speaking of monkeys, this weekend is the Juke Joint festival in Clarksdale MS, where you can watch monkeys riding dogs and pig races in between hearing lots of great blues music. And don't forget...

Set your clocks. Mark your calendars. Call your friends. Make your plans to be at the Loving Liberally Party this SUNDAY @ 7:00 PM NEIL'S (1835 Madison - at Madison & McLean)

Join us in protest of wasteful legislation and attacks on your right to privacy. Bring the most friends to win a silver bullet. Buy a raffle ticket to win a Rabbit. Merchandise will be presented and sold by Beth Clime of For Girls OnlyTM. For more information, email Sarah or Pam.

Happy 4-20

How sad is it that at 4:20 today, that is on the twentieth day of the fourth month, when I looked at my watch I didn't think of the long-celebrated holiday---no, instead I thought: "Yipee! Almost time to go home & take a nap!" And I even went to bed around 11pm last night---a full 7.5 hours of sleep for me. I am aging on the inside, no matter how fabulous and youthful I still appear to the naked eye. So it looks like I will still have a job in a few months, even if it's only contract or temporary. I sort of like the idea of working on a project-by-project basis, actually. It would be a complete turn-around from the days when I was in a soul-eating full-time job with no end in sight. I have decided that I want to change careers at least once every decade. So from here on in, I will not only vow to leave any job that's not challenging me, but also to change my career the second it stops helping me grow and change. Same thing for relationships (friend- boyfriend- and otherwise, family excepted). Well, I've gotta motor if I'm going to make Drinking Liberally, y'all.

Rally for Reproductive Rights

I promised I'd have more for ya, and now I've got it. The Rally for Reproductive Rights will be held outside the Shelby County Courthouse (140 Adams) next Sat., April 29th at 2PM. More thanks to the TN Guerilla Women for the link. Don't forget the Dildo Danceathon this weekend at Neil's (let's see what google brings me for this post... Ha!). And while I'm at it, thanks also to Chris at the Flyer for the link to my dildo post. (I think it was Chris---but whoevs.)

Cause people like to watch stuff blow up

This is the implosion of the old Baptist Hospital on Google video (the short version). My sister was born there, Elvis died there, and lots of other stuff in between (and since). When they finally rebuild as UT-Baptist Research Park perhaps they will have a cushy job for yours truly in medical technical writing. Someday....

Hoppy Easter

I am eating no chocolate bunnies, no jellybeans, peeps, or Cadbury eggs today. I did dye a few eggs but not to hide them (that's they Easter Bunny's job, right?). How did a rabbit ever get involved in the resurrection of our lord & savior, anyway? I know in one of the gospels (I think Mark) there is some guy dressed in all white at the tomb, but no mention of him having a bunny. Or turning into a bunny. Do they even have rabbits in the Middle East? I doubt that very seriously. UPDATE: I checked out Snopes:

The Easter Bunny is of German origin. He shows up in 16th century literature as a deliverer of eggs, in his own way a springtime St. Nicholas bent on rewarding the good. (Colored eggs were left only for well-behaved good children, you see.) manner of rabbits are said to lay eggs on Easter Day. The hare itself is revered in lore — even in pre-Christian times, it was seen as a holy creature associated with fertility and the returning Spring. Important divinations about the character of the coming year were made from studying its movements. In northern Europe, the hare was considered sacred to Eastre, and therefore was not to be hunted. Eggs are very obvious symbols of resurrection and continuing life. Early humans thought the return of the sun from winter darkness was an annual miracle, and saw the egg as a natural wonder and proof of the renewal of life. The egg is also the ultimate symbol of fertility. As Christianity spread, the egg was adopted as a symbol of Christ's resurrection from the tomb (a hard casket from which new life will emerge).

*** It's a beautiful, overcast & breezy day with a soft grey sky that somehow seems very springlike. I wish I'd waited til today to get my yardwork done, but unfortunately I'm not prescient. I got a sunburn mowing the lawn & trimming hedges yesterday---the first of the the year, which is a sort of annual rite of passage for me. It takes me that first time each year to figure out that Oh, yeah, I need sunblock again. Duh. I'm sure I'll end up with melanoma someday, and that will teach me. *** We ran into a guy last week who told us a story about going to Chicago to hear Jeff Tweedy sing & ending up drinking so much that he just curled up at his feet. What an unfortunate way to spend the evening---so close to greatness but passed out cold. Not to mention the lifelong Most Embarassing Moment status that story has (so I'm not mentioning any names here as a result). Hope he enjoyed the rest of his visit, anyway.

Props to Glamour Magazine!

Why You Can't Trust the Government Part one: the CDC FDA & NIH [full article here]

[Dr. Ruth Shaber is] Kaiser Permanente's director of women's health services for northern California and head of the HMO's Women's Health Research Institute. Yet this decidedly mainstream doctor and administrator says, "I no longer trust FDA decisions or materials generated [by the government]. Ten years ago, I would not have had to scrutinize government information. Now I don't feel comfortable giving it to my patients."

Such doctor mistrust represents a major change. For the past 100 years, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has been the world's premier government agency ensuring drug safety. The National Institutes of Health (NIH) and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) have similarly stellar track records. But recently, Dr. Shaber charges, the government has lost its most precious asset: credibility.

How did it happen? Many prominent figures in science and public health think they know the answer. "People believe that religiously based social conservatives have direct lines to the powers that be within the U.S. government, the administration, Congress, and are influencing public-health policy, practice and research in ways that are unprecedented and very dangerous," says Judith Auerbach, Ph.D., a former NIH official who is now a vice president at the nonprofit American Foundation for AIDS Research. In fact, Glamour has found that on issues ranging from STDs to birth control, some radical conservative activists have used fudged and sometimes flatly false data to persuade the government to promote their agenda of abstinence until marriage. The fallout: Young women now read false data on government websites, learn bogus information in federally funded sex-education programs and struggle to get safe, legal contraceptives—all of which, critics argue, may put them at greater risk for unplanned pregnancies and STDs.

"Abstinence is a laudable goal," says Deborah Arrindell, vice president of health policy for the nonpartisan American Social Health Association, an STD-awareness group. "But it is not how young women live their lives—the reality is that most women have premarital sex. Our government is focusing not on women's health but on a moral agenda." Consider this a wake-up call.

I think we really neeed more of this sort of reporting in America. Unfortunately, I don't think it's as widely read as it should be (so I'm doing my part here).

The Blogosphere, In Reruns CBS News April 11, 2006 So, it looks like blogs are going the way of the classic sitcom---syndication! The Associated Press reports that starting today, a syndication service called BlogBurst will provide content from hundreds of blogs for use by none other than the sworn enemy of the blogosphere--- newspaper publishers. According to the AP, the service has so far signed up Gannett Co., The Washington Post, The San Francisco Chronicle, The Austin American-Statesman and The San Antonio Express, all of [which] “are looking to BlogBurst to provide expert blog commentary on travel, women's issues, technology, food, entertainment and local stories, areas where publishers may not have dedicated staff,” according to the CEO of the blog technology company providing the service. “In return, a select group of popular bloggers are offered wider distribution for their writings, he said. The online syndicate drives traffic to blog sites, allowing featured bloggers to make money from resulting online advertising fees.”

You might predict that my comments on this snippet would center on blogging in general, or the moral implications of the unholy alliance between independent bloggers and big business, or something equally bloggy or blog-centric. But I am more concerned about the list of subjects---are these supposed to be fluff topics? Women's issues aren't worth spending the money or staff time covering them requires. But what are women's issues? We make up over half the world's population, we raise most of it, and we give birth to all of it. Does that make us marginal, optional, a gray area in the black and white newsroom? I may sound flip but this attitude really concerns me. It is as if men only are interested in the "real news" stories that affect all of us. News flash: Women are human too! Here are some cutesy little girly issues in the news lately: How about nuclear war? That's pretty important to women. And on the lighter side, Coach Cal isn't leaving after all---ya know, a large number of the fans I see at the games are women. And immigration, cause many emigres to the States are female. Oh, that's not a "woman's issue"? Well, how about Breast Cancer Studies, since most of us have boobies. What about rising gas prices, because most of us ladies get around by auto, plane, or public transport---all of which use gas---and because more women than men make buying decisions on cars. Urban sprawl is one of my favorite women's issues---because once again, more women than men make buying decisions on houses. I hate the entire news industry. Bleah.

a party like this in Mississippi would break the law!

Listen Up Liberal Ladies!

Politicians throughout the South are trying to legislate your orgasms.

Last month, the TN legislature dropped a bill that would have made the sale, advertisement or exhibition of any 3-D object used for stimulation of human genitals illegal.

A week later the MS Supreme Court upheld the constitutionality of a nearly identical Mississippi law.

We, the ladies of Drinking Liberally of Memphis, think that the only appropriate response to something so horrifyingly ridiculous is to have one big laugh.

We invite you to join us in a pleasurable protest of a ridiculous law:

7:00pm on Sunday April 23rd at Neil's, 1835 Madison (at McLean)

Buy a raffle ticket, and you may win a Rabbit. Bring the most friends to win a Silver Bullet!

UPDATE: More info on the Neil's event at TN Guerilla Women. And they have more info on our great state's dildo dilemma here. The following weekend you can rally for reproductive rights at the Shelby County Courthouse downtown (See here for details).

I sure miss my blog. I feel like I am always making apologies for not being here more, but I thought it would help you to know how much I regret the long absences. I was at a cookout last night (test run for a friend's BBQ fest team) that has turned out to have reprocussions in many arenas. My contacts are shriveled up in my eyes from all the woodsmoke and cigarette smoke, and that's just one problem. Some others:

• My boyfriend of choice for the moment never called me---we were supposed to go out after the Crawfish Boil.
• Married men were hitting on single girls all over the place, which is where I hope it all ended.
• One of my friends thought I was hitting on a married man, which I guess is what I deserve for talking to a dude with a baby. A cute little baby at that.
• I told a practically engaged guy that I always thought he was cute. Just cause I thought he should know (he took it as a compliment, not a come-on. I think. At least that's what he said. How weird.)
• Then at the end of the party, some of my best friends got into a ridiculous fight that I hope will work itself out eventually.

(We went out after the cookout, which was probably part of the problem with some of my issues last night.) For the most part, I had a great time & hung out with some cool people who I didn't even realized all knew each other. I had some great conversations with a dude from Big Ass Truck and several really cool girls who were all wives of the BBQ team.

Playing catch-up

I solemnly pledge I will spend this weekend trying to organize my life, including this here blog. The problem with my life is that when things get interesting, I have less time to discuss them here. Promise I'll be back---soon!

The higlight of my day was pretty much when a girl protesting the tactics (and I suppose the presence alone) of a radical anti-abortion group on campus today threw rotting tomatoes at them. Actually, the true highlight was watching her lead the rental cops on a brief chase around the fenced area behind which the group was stationed. Of course they eventually caught her, and she probably spent the next few hours dealing with bureaucracy as a result, but I doubt anything really happened to her. Who could blame her? They had giant posters up comparing abortion to the Holocaust and lynching. If that's not incitement for rotten tomato-throwing, I dunno what is. The cool thing is that one of my professors was there---with her own bag of decaying produce. And she called a guy in our class a jackass---which has to be a first for me (I meant hearing a professor call another student profane names, but the rotten tomato thing was as well). Sorry to be so brief but suddenly my life is v. busy and full of important things. Should be only temporary, and I've had lots of bloggable thoughts lately, but alas! I will have to wait for another time. Briefly, some of them were:

1. I am probably reincarnated, and highly evolved at that.
2. Daylight savings time is all make believe. But we pretty much all agree to pretend it's all the sudden an hour later anyway.
3. A tornado could smoosh my house and if I made it, all I'd be worried about is my dog. As long as all contraband is destroye in the twister, of course. I hate the thought of people sifting through my personal effects (e.g. crap) like it's an archaeological dig.
4. I think I just made the best mix tape (obviously on a cd, but you know what I mean) EVER this weekend. At least, I like it enough to make my own copy. Let me know if you want one, as the friend I made it for will never know (he doesn't read my blog).