I can't come up with words so I made you a Muxtape.

if at first you don't succeed So it looks like Owen and Kate are back together. I'm okay with that. She's a babymama. (gives sign)

Who's next? James Murphy, you in?

the children make the funny hats But it is we who wear them.

Ari (l.) and me (r.), photo by Ms. Adams, teacher of the second grade.

ear buds, part deux I thought I was being all smart when I got a pair of headphones from Savers (no, I am not afraid of headphones from Savers) as an on-the-fly solution to my ear bud problem. I've lost them already. Both sets of ear buds I still have. It's fucked up.

Side note to Leonardo DiCaprio: I got your very nice letter about the polar bears (thank you for calling me "Friend"), and I'm really sorry about what happened to your grandfather. I signed your petition. Hell yeah polar bears.

bring it on 25

That sounds about right. I had lunch at school with Baldo on Friday (a turkey hot dog and Spanish rice) and I could pretty much handle myself on the playground afterward with his class of 19. But when the second class came out, they took me down. Then again, some of them are already 6.

la arriviste Along with Tristan Taormino, I am a source for the German Wikipedia entry for "MILF."

That's kind of weird.

also, a realization about my ear buds Something must be done about my crappy ear buds. I spend a lot of time with something I totally hate stuck in my ears. Really, why?

I will say this for them: I have managed not only not to lose them, as I do headphones, but to retain two pairs. The bad news is that I dropped a pair into my coffee yesterday at work, and although I took them all apart and tried to dry the inner pieces, they still discharged coffee into my ear canal in a slow drip. Which was infuriating. You could do that to people instead of waterboarding, Mr. President. Coffee-ear torture. I could not be at one with my computing or my music listening while my ears slowly filled with coffee.

Now my sucky earbuds are dry and have returned to their baseline suckitude. I'm going to have to find a realistic and effective solution to the problem of my ear buds.

for my girls My girl S. has Moms' Night at her place on first Fridays of the month, and I never miss it. I like the way the conversational tide turns from lactation and library books to LSD.

We don't play Bunco, swap cookies, or discuss shared reading. Not that there's anything wrong with those activities. We just get right down to our sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. It's a real timesaver.

more proof the tide is turning Lou Pearlman goes down.

huh I guess a spliceosome is a real thing. Doesn't it look wrong to you? Kind of?

I have to wait another hour at least before I eat my eggplant sandwich.