I got a flu shot today.

I had a pumpkin ale.

I cooked with tomatillos for the first time. A pork stew. The broth was good, but the pork never got as tender as it usually does. What did I do wrong? Was it it meat or me?

I am thinking about what to pack for the trip to DC and NY this week. Is the silver-knit dress too 70s-style evening wear? Which heels do I bring--the purple peep toe fake croc platforms or the black patent-leather peep toe sling backs? And since I can't really walk around in either, which other shoes do I bring? Slouchy boots?

All of this is a way of avoiding making the final decisions about what to read.

Batter my heart, etc.

Ok, other than Rumi, Hafiz, and Khalil Gibran, can you think of any poets that are actually good and whose poems might appeal to yogis? Rilke, obviously. Who else? Does anyone have a favorite John Donne quote that, um, a SoCal yogi might wear on a, um, t-shirt?

Would someone please create a citrus scent that lasts?

I admire and respect people who can throw good parties. I also admire and respect people who have fun at parties.

Also, letterpresses and letterpressed things. And not just the inserts to my CD, either.

Platforms. They give hight, but it is still possible to walk in them. They are not so good for driving, however.

I'm certain Lester is now saying "You be good," which is what I say to him as I head out the door.