various non-sequiturs

Chihuly & Chi-harlie? Glass at the gardens is beautiful but somewhat expensive. I went with the fabulous L. It reminded us of Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. I believe we said something like, "I'm just waiting for Augustus Gloop to appear and start eating these things."

Nacho Libre is worth seeing even though critics gave it a C+ rating. They must not have seen the "corn in the eye" part.

Cornerstone is in 7 days. I am offically old and will be spending most of my time listening to artists on the "Gallery" stage (foliker/ alternative/singer-songwriter music), as opposed to heaven death metal sweatiness of the Underground stage, or various Encore shows. I'll probably throw a few of those in the mix though, just to keep things interesting.

I can't keep up with everyone and their mother's various multiple xangas, myspaces, blogspots & stlouis blogs and still have a life apart from my laptop.

Yesterday was the most perfect weather God ever made.

My aunt Juli & uncle Robert are adopting a baby girl named Yan from China. I am so happy for them.

My rosemary plant died inexplicably.

I'm still slowly reading Gilead. The truth is, it's like a dessert--like dark chocolate with raspberries that you can't eat fast, but have to savor eversoslowly with coffee. I don't ever want to finish it, because of the fact that every other page I turn down the corner because the language is so striking and seamless and unexpected. The last book I didn't want to come to an end was The Brother's K.

If you took a can opener to my head, the inside would look like this. I can't seem to form articulate thoughts. I feel like I am fermenting.

When I get this antsy, I dive into six different books at the same time and listen to music. Some choice pics lately: Josh Garrels, Rosie Thomas, sigur ros, mark kozelek, don peris and
over the rhine

Reading:Bird By Bird; Six Theories of Justice; Cross Cultural Conflict