Eye Don't Get It

For Dog Blog Friday Sunday: Nigel sort of sums it up here. Was out of town just overnight (but what a night--details will eventually follow about my evening as a scullery maid at Hearst Castle). Got back, friend had a 40th to-do. Saturday was Alejandro Escovedo. Today was my first ever kayaking adventure (and boy are my arms tired). So there's lots to write about, but little brain power to do it with. Here's hoping I can get back to more regular postings. In my irregular way, of course.

This Evening I Blogged a Pelican and It Was Brief--How The Pelican Got into My Blog I'll Never Know

If you look closely, you'll see an egg under Ms. Pelican. So take that as a symbol of something. For I could write about a terrific Belgian Beer Fest this past Saturday (and I damn hope I will, but the Duvel's in the details--haha, a Belgian beer joke!), or I could spend my evening doing freelance writing and editing (1000 or so words of mine, 600 words of others ), or trying to get publishers not to run freelance work in which they change the part in a subject's quotes to make it say what they want it to say, or annoying Amy on FB, or regretting we are out of honey so my tea toddy was merely tea and Maker's Mark (and what does it mean that the cold is back, or that he invited a friend in the door as he left, damn him), or fretting, ever-fretting, about the fantasy baseball draft just two nights away (my whole summer could be made or ruined in less than 48 hours and I wish I was being dramatic about it).

Any advice--in a keeper league, would you trade Miguel Cabrera, who you've had on your team since he first hit the majors, for Jon Lester and Jake Peavy? Really? Even with pitching so hard to predict? Even with Peavy a Padre? Still, a starting rotation that was topped by Johan Santana, Lester, and Peavy....

Diet for a Small Blog

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I missed a day. Sorry. Busy actually working, and then going to LA to have a tasty meal (duck and jalapeno sausage, fine fries, and an Old Rasputin on tap) and then seeing Loney, Dear and Andrew Bird at the Orpheum. More on that (I hope) later.

But for now, here's Loney, Dear, since I assume most of you don't know them. Plus it's dogs acting like they're human. Always winning, if you ask me.



And if you want my words, or even better, my words prompting smarter words from somebody else, go read my interview with Frances Moore Lappe.

Where Will You Blog Eternity

You see, there's this problem...I write for my job and my second job (and assorted third and beyond jobs), so sometimes I can't write specifically for you all, at least not the special things you deserve and expect, with all the appropriate inappropriateness, wacky non-sequiturs, cutting left-wing ranting, and more clauses and parentheticals than a grammarian would care to shake her chalk at. (There's a not-so-hidden grammar taunt right there.) I want to review The House of Blue Leaves at the Mark Taper, which we saw Sunday, and now tomorrow we go back to LA, since gas is under $4 a gallon again and the economy is swimming (in petrol products, or perhaps just Republican lies). For tomorrow night we go to the Troubadour, rock history itself, to see Built to Spill play Perfect from Now On in its entirety in order. I haven't done any of these entirety-order-get-your-cult's-nostalgia-cash shows yet, so that will certainly be worth an entry.

In the meantime, this post isn't here: but you did want to know about Beer v. Wine--This Time It's Dinner, didn't you?