Did you miss me?

Hey, world.
I've been gone for a while. Maybe I didn't have much to say? Or maybe I had too much. And this may only be a momentary resurfacing.

We are going to see Kodo this week.

I will be getting two teeth prepped for crowns. I am so excited about that I could just about drink myself into a stupor.

Went to Meson Sabika last night. Very nice, it is a tapas restaurant in a restored large house/mini-mansion. Had a bottle of parellada, which I do not think I have had before; it was quite nice. Sweet but crisp and fruity, not overmuch in any particular direction. By contrast, I like a nice riesling but they can be a little too sweet sometimes.

Cerealicious!

After all these years of Alpha-Bits, why are we not using breakfast to tackle our failures in numeracy? Number Krunchers! Cereal shaped like numbers. And you can even have marshmallows shaped like +, -, x, etc.

Did I ever tell you about the guy who taught his asshole to eat?

University of Chicago Doctors Reverse Flow of Digestive Tract

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Life During Wartime

And now, a nice little "what the hell have you been up to" post. Two weekends ago was Pitchfork Music Fest, 2007 version. Highlights: Day 1, Sonic Youth playing through the entirety of Daydream Nation. Good sets by Battles and Cat Power on Day 2 (despite Chan Marshall's incessant apologizing for the sound quality, now instead of stage fright she seems to suffer from chronic perfectionism). Dashed expectations on Day 3, as Of Montreal try to be the Flaming Lips with an overwrought stage show rife with senseless drama; on up-side, Jamie Lidell's turntable soul was better than expected while Menomena's set was great and could have been longer.
Overall, at $50 for three days of music, you get a lot more bang for the buck out of Pitchfork than Lollapalooza.
Observed: Guys in super skinny jeans, girls in go-go boots, crazy long port-a-potty lines, a number of infants and young kids, and not as much sunburn this year as last year.

My laundry room is now lilac coloured. Which is a vast improvement over the burnt orange.

I devoured the Harry Potter book this weekend. It was good. Too bad about Ron and Hermione getting killed, though. The obvious parallels between Deathly Hallows and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory were a bit much, though; I think Rowling might take some heat for that one. Or perhaps they can get Johnny Depp to play Voldemort for the seventh movie.

The new job is going well. It's good to destroy everything and start over once in a while.

lavendar

No, I don't know what kind of plant this is. I'm not good with foliage specifics.

the last place

A phrase I cannot stand is "It's always in the last place you look." Well, sure it is. If it weren't, you would keep looking. You may as well say, "It's never in the dozens of places you looked before the last place where you actually found whatever it was you were looking for."
I am thinking about this because today I was searching for my social security card. But for a change, I did what you are supposed to do, and started looking in the most unlikely spots. And there it was, in the folder with all of the vet information for my dead cat.
What this says about my filing system I dare not examine.

You say CicAda, I say Cicahda

Check out the cicada emergence map.