gala

I just rubbed an apple on my upper chest, like old hayseeds did in black and white hollywood flicks. I feel a certain kinship with Walter Brennan.

By the way, Fondue goes with Xanadu.

The Days Dwindle Down

WFMU’s website has a lovely gathering of many, many versions of Weill’s “September Song”.

Listen Here.

sparseness of beard; delicate of feature.

I do believe in my heart that Ken Burns is intersexed. Just putting that out there for pondering.

it all comes out in the wash

Sometimes babies toss their organic chickpea meal all over your nice jolly ruched shirt, and sometimes you don’t have a spare shirt along with, so you watch Xanadu and eat cheese fondue with baby toss all over your shirt, and it’s okay.

whatever, john galt

I don’t know if I can read Atlas Shrugged, as the word “Taggart” displeases me so.

My mother was always prodding me to read Ayn Rand in High School. Now she offers me Southern Chick Lit.