Political news just gives me a headache these days, so here are a few tidbits currently diverting me:
Neurotically Yours. As dear Bonnie noted when she sent it my way, "Sick and Wrong, Wrong, WRONG!" Dip your toes in by starting with "Squirrel Songs" and "Jiggly Butt."
Recently bought the soundtrack from "Once Upon a Time in Mexico." Supremely groovy, with cool little bits of dialog here and there. Even a song composed by Johnny Depp ("Sands Theme")!
David Sedaris. Was reading Naked over the weekend, and recently got "Live from Carnegie Hall" as a gift when I joined up again with KQED (radio). Consistently makes me laugh my ass off.
Tonight IFC showed a documentary about the 1996 Cannabis Cup, called "Weed." I was there, baby. I was in a lot of those coffee shops, hung out with those same employees and fellow Cup judges. Those were, indeed, very different times in my life...
And the crowning glory, the book that's making me remember how good it feels to be on the wrong side of the Normals, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Hunter speaks to me, calls me to the desert, to rocket down the highway in a giant red convertible, heads low to avoid the bats. Oh yeah.
Neurotically Yours. As dear Bonnie noted when she sent it my way, "Sick and Wrong, Wrong, WRONG!" Dip your toes in by starting with "Squirrel Songs" and "Jiggly Butt."
Recently bought the soundtrack from "Once Upon a Time in Mexico." Supremely groovy, with cool little bits of dialog here and there. Even a song composed by Johnny Depp ("Sands Theme")!
David Sedaris. Was reading Naked over the weekend, and recently got "Live from Carnegie Hall" as a gift when I joined up again with KQED (radio). Consistently makes me laugh my ass off.
Tonight IFC showed a documentary about the 1996 Cannabis Cup, called "Weed." I was there, baby. I was in a lot of those coffee shops, hung out with those same employees and fellow Cup judges. Those were, indeed, very different times in my life...
And the crowning glory, the book that's making me remember how good it feels to be on the wrong side of the Normals, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Hunter speaks to me, calls me to the desert, to rocket down the highway in a giant red convertible, heads low to avoid the bats. Oh yeah.
