• On Life and Love

    Home again, home again.

    I went home for part of this past weekend. Not too much interesting happened other than getting to say hi, but I had a disappointing discussion with the Old Man about weight lifting. It was good to see everyone, though, and driving seven hours within 24 hours didn’t phase me at all. On Saturday night, WO and I went to a local coffeehouse to see Whisper Down, a band that consists of three Rose professors (including Dr. McKnuckleberry) and a couple of their wives. They put on an excellent show. Dr. McK can sing, and the band on whole was pretty damn good, skillwise. They chose good songs, and played…

  • On Life and Love

    What in tarnation?

    Why have I suddenly become obsessed with reggaeton? Don Omar, Daddy Yankee, etc. Weird. I’ve got to be scaring coworkers and my roomie if they hear what’s blaring out of my headphones. Then again, I may do that normally… I’ve hacked out a few thousand words over the past couple of days, and while not all of it is published yet, some of it is up on the Ila des Mains series page. My character is morphing on me, becoming less nervous and neurotic in some respects, but I shall endeavor to keep her close to the brand of psychotic she was in the first couple of stories. That, of…

  • On Life and Love

    Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours…

    Mother-dear’s Christmas loot arrived today. Stevie Wonder’s Definitive Collection, y’all. Oh, yeah. My first-ever Stevie Wonder CD. I’m so proud. I can’t even pin down exactly why, but I love his music—the vocals, the melodies, all of it. It comes together to create a cohesive Wonder sound that I can rock to for days. Hear some of the Stevie Wonder-fulness (just ten tracks I selected). Because I like to share. Another of the (four new) CDs I can now proudly say is in my collection is The Spooks’ Faster Than You Know. The Spooks have grown up, and I happen to love their sound. They’ve come together so that no…