Mired in work, sodden with responsibility, drowning in hideous paper-based clutter. And yet I smile.
Here are a few reasons why:
- Joanna Newsom‘s fantabulous, spooky, sprite-voiced, harp-infested, lyrically incomparable Ys.
- Highlights of an upcoming issue of Renaissance Magazine.
- Rhys (currently thundering around the house in snow boots) got the second set of Bob Books on Wednesday and has already read us the first two ("Fun in the Sun" and one whose title escapes me right now). There is nothing, nothing cuter than a five-year-old slightly-speech-impaired little guy sounding out "Pop had the red wig. Peg had a big cap."
- Only one-and-a-half articles to go before the second issue of Digital is all wrapped up.
- M. Ward’s "Chinese Translation" is such a, such a, such a pretty song. We saw him open for Cat Power a million years ago and were so impressed we bought his self-produced CD–directly from him at the merch table. What a genuinely talented, humble, sweet-hearted fellow. (I have the feeling I may have blogged about this before.) Watch him perform it here.
- Miss Jo is coming to clean the house tomorrow! Must remove clothesdrifts from bedroom floor. And maybe clear a walkway through my hellhole office. Do you ever, when something starts getting messy, just let it turn into a Really Big Mess because it’s so satisfying to clean it up?
- Watched an episode of Anthony Bourdain’s "No Reservations" show set in the Pacific NW. Totally reinforced our decision to move to Portland. Can’t wait.
- Last night was date night, and you know what that means. Ahem.
- Sufficient caffeine (one cup of coffee, one cup of Awake tea, one cup of "Chai Latte" dehydrated foo-foo coffeelike substance, two Excedrin). Perhaps I’m
fidgety restlesstwitchy, but at least I’m happy.
- Today’s Jim’s day off, so I got to work work work without feeling bad about neglecting Rhys. He and Papa put together a model–I give it 36 hours, max, until it’s shattered into wee plastic fragments that stick in the bottoms of my feet when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
What’s making you happy today?