You should read this whole article. A great bit:

"And then there were the linguistic dirty tricks of the 1950 U.S. Senate race in Florida. George Smathers (search) criticized his opponent, Claude Pepper, because Pepper’s sister, according to Smathers, was a “thespian.” Not only that, Smathers said, Pepper’s brother was “a practicing Homo sapiens.” Further, Smathers charged that Pepper himself had gone to college and openly “matriculated.”

Smathers won the election. "

Andrew Sullivan on the Presidential Match Test:

"I was a little taken aback. It's probably my liberal instincts on things like the death penalty, gay rights, and immigration, but George W. Bush ended up my last choice - after every single Democrat. He's behind Al Sharpton! Of course, they didn't have a question like: do you think a race-baiting demagogue would be a good president? Or: does the mental stability of former generals play a role in your decision? Still, I'm struck that I turn out to be such a Democrat on the issues. For the record: my computer-generated preferences were in descending order: Lieberman 100 percent, Kerry 95, Clark 90, Edwards 88, Sharpton 86, Dean 83, Kucinich 76, Bush 61. I think this basically debunks the entire exercise. Or else it's more evidence that I am one conflicted political animal. But then you knew that already."

There's a moment, right after the last line in a scene.
Blackout.
The wagons roll out to their niches in the wings.
The props are carried to their tables and cabinets by the crew.
The flys soar up into their home above the stage.
The other actors leave, retreat to their dressing rooms.
And you stand in the middle of the stage
Facing the hundreds of expectant, blind faces
And wait for the drops to come in, for new wagons and stairs and people.
In that moment, you are alone in the dark.

Single White Female seeking Presidential Candidate. Must be hawkish and fiscally conservative. I don't ask the moon, please don't try to give it to me. Should support gay marriage and family values, but not feel the need to enforce the latter. Faith-based programs are fine though. I want to trust you to keep me safe, but don't make any promises you can't keep. No demagogues, megalomaniacs, or pompous windbags, please. I want a man who can make a decision and follow through. Sharing my beliefs is a plus.

Andrew Sullivan for President!

For what it's worth:

Here's another Presidential Match Guide. I'm not sure I trust it though, because it gave me 100% support of Bush, which is inaccurate, because though I like him better than the Dems, even saying I support him is at this point a bit of a stretch. I'll post my presidential requirements later this evening.

I'm in a very strange position at the moment... I'm done with the music for my current show save recording it which is tonight, I don't have any homework to speak of, although I might study a little Greek, my application is done, my housing people applications are done, it's too early to start my next show, I'm done with my current assigned composition, and I have lots of fresh new transpositions done for voice. So... I have nothing that I really need to be doing. I should probably go practice at some point, but...

Lesson of the day:

Do not irk the people of Pocahontas, Arkansas.

Incidentally, my dad does business there...

So... intriguingly, Google/Blogger puts ads related to your blog in the banner at the top. Susan's blog says Catholic Nun Vocations and links to a place here in Ann Arbor. Mine, as you can see, has political ads. Holly's are bunniesque.

Visiting this site is also possibly a bad idea.

Whatever you do, don't go to this site... you'll never be useful again...

Also to the bunny-cam.

I'm adding a link to Lauren's blog.

A comment on Dean's BlogForAmerica:

"Bomb on bus near Sharon's residence. More of the World According to Bush.

WE NEED DEAN."

Now.... if that was in Iraq, I could see him blaming Bush... but the whole Israel-Palestine thing has been going on since, well, it was the whole Israel-Philistine thing, and it's not like they liked each other under Clinton either. And I'd hazard a guess that having Dean in the White House is not suddenly going to drive suicide-bombers into more peaceful activities, like drum circles.

I found a bunny! I'll post pictures just as soon as I figure out how...

It seems someone has added a snowman to the Bunnycam... Susan, was that you?

From an email I got today: "All productions will be in 'color' with 'sync sound'."

What is this, 1915?

Can we please have a moratorium on comments like this: "Will the voters who dated Dean, then married Kerry get bored enough that they start to fantasize again about sleeping with Dean?"

Really Wise Comment of the Day:

"I don't know too much, but I do know this -- With God you'll never really fail and you'll never be alone." -- Justin

Faulty Logic Alert:

A Weekly Standard piece on gay marriage. This may be my first fisk.

Great Moments with John "Did I Mention I Fought In Vietnam" Kerry:

"I think it's time we had a president who asked us to go to the moon right here on Earth by making certain that we are the generation that makes clear that never should young Americans in uniform ever be held hostage to America's dependence on oil in the Middle East."

It's hard to disagree with that...

"I am surprised that you did not already know that the Buffer Monks provide security services for the 'False Decretals'. There was some recent trouble with 'The Canonical Impediments' groupies during their recent 'Unseemly Wantonness' tour." --- Susan's dad

It's even funnier if you know him...

Vaguely Icky Act of Journalism:

"Throughout all this commotion, Howard Dean's fuse stayed long and moist."

Also from the National Review

Think about it:

"After being introduced by a perfectly eloquent Martin Sheen — who observed that 'One man with courage is a majority' — Dean took to the stage with his wife, Judy. " -- From the National Review.

Now, on first glance, that seems profound. However, in the context of politics, it's just stupid. Actually, even out of the context of politics.

An email from one of my professors:

"Yes, Words and Music IS meeting today.
Mush, you huskies!"

...it's snowing...

Great Moments in Journalism:

An article on Dennis Kucinich opens: "Stepping into the Dennis Kucinich rally at the University of New Hampshire on Sunday night, the first thing to hit you is the stench of male body odor. Not the 'man, it's hot on the dance floor, I think I'll take my sweater off' kind of odor, but the 'I use organic deodorant' kind."

I think that 'Dixville Notch' and 'Hart's Location' would be great names for, I don't know, the tour buses of 'Bumpkin Love.'

Go watch this. Really. Trust me.

Astute observation from John Ellis: "I'd say that if someone goes on national television and appears to be stark raving mad, then that would be the issue, exclusively."

In Costa Rica, we averted this problem by swimming only in polluted water. Beware the dreaded candiru!

Confusing East Quad Moment:

I was just walking past a bulletin board downstairs and noticed they had profiles of the Democratic presidential candidates. There they were, all four of them... Wes Clark, Howard Dean, John Kerry, Al... Al Sharpton? They had elected to omit John "2nd Place in Iowa" Edwards and Joe "Al Gore's Runningmate" Lieberman, but somehow Al "Snowball's Chance in Hell" Sharpton had made the cut. I don't understand...

An enlightening article on avocado theft. I think I'd like to see each of the major presidential candidates propose a solution to this problem.

Incidentally, my great-uncle Delbert (really) is an avocado farmer in San Diego.

I believe the weather should be reported in Kelvin because it would be less depressing. In Farenheit, when I got up this morning it was -10, and in Celsius it was about -24, but in Kelvin, it was a balmy 248. Who's with me?

From the Gallery of Regrettable Journalism, this tidbit...

Make sure you make it to the moral of the story -- it's in rhyme.

On the one hand, my hair needs washing. On the other, it's currently -10 with a windchill of -25...

Today's high: -6. Today's low: -12.

Tomorrow it will will be warmer but snowing.

In Ann Arbor, the low tonight is -9. At the moment, however, it's a balmy -3.

Heat wave.

Here's an excellent, if indirect, argument against affirmative action from the Economist. This is in reference to Britain, so race is less of a big deal, but class still is.

"Micromanaging university admissions, as the British government has been trying to do on grounds of class, with targets, quotas, fines and strictures, risks the same consequences as similar American experiments based on racial preference. It humiliates the talented but disadvantaged, whose success is then devalued; it infuriates the talented who are not deemed underprivileged enough and who feel their merits ignored, and it makes universities do a job they are bound to be bad at.

A good university will need little encouragement to hunt the best talent regardless of class (or race or gender) wherever it can find it. The government may want to subsidise that search, or subsidise loans and bursaries, or provide remedial teaching for borderline candidates. But by far the best route to fairness is not fiddling with the universities, but improving the state school system. When only half the British school population gains five decent exam passes at 16, and only a quarter gain two decent A-levels at 18, it is hardly surprising that the best universities recruit largely from the best schools—those (public and private) attended by the middle class. "

Journalistic Question of the Day:

"I'm in no position to point the grammatical finger, but can you really treat an intransitive verb this way? " For context, go here.

This is juvenile, sophomoric, and entertaining.

It's amazing that this only took 2000 years -- the first Christian oriented nudist colony, opening soon in Florida. Incidentally, 'Naked Quakers' would be a good name for a band to open for either the Benedictish Frankwiches or the False Decretals.

This whole article about New Hampshire is a riot. Make sure you make it to the second page.

Best paragraph: "Up at the campus's Dominic Hill, John Kerry prepares to march down to the debate with a firefighter's union and their bagpiping corps, who are playing something that sounds like Dean funeral music. For a moment, Kerry's bus, the "Real Deal Express," almost grinds its candidate into the pavement as it hurtles down the hill. A line of Deaniacs obstruct the way, causing Kerry and company to knock into the back of their bagpipers, who are getting their kilts flipped up and worse. The Deaniacs then burst through the line, and the Kerry supporters start pushing back. The whole thing plays like a battle scene from "Braveheart," or it would've if "Braveheart" had featured a man dressed like a giant penis getting hip-checked into a snow-bank."

I chartrused the sink in the Haydn bathroom...

Slate has a new Whack-a-Pol game! Choose how bad various flaws of the Dems are, and pick your candidate.

As I said, Kucinich is a space alien. He confessed it last night in the debate. From the National Review:

"Kucinich also was Kucinich. He showed some charts, and even made Peter Jennings laugh when he went on and on and on explaining who provided the charts and where they could be found on the Internet. He also had the hands-down best line of the night. Using the space program as a metaphor for his own plans to help the environment, he said, 'I intend to have a very infinitely interesting journey to planet Earth.' Houston, we have a candidate. "

I suppose when you try to be politically correct, this is what you get. A white kid from South Africa was nominated by some of his friends for African-American of the year at his high school and got suspended because that wasn't exactly what they had in mind... So basically, this kid was discriminated against specifically based on the color of his skin...

Great Moments with John "More Southern than all y'all" Edwards:

In reference to the efforts in Iraq:
"The swimmers are us and to a much smaller extent the British and nobody else. ... Most of these countries are window-dressing. This is not serious."

I'm sure the families of the Japanese and Polish troops who have died there will be glad to know this. Also, didn't the Danes find a bunch of weapons a few weeks ago? Apparently not. They don't seem to exist. John, as president, the best way to win international support is probably not to ignore the small efforts of other friendly nations.

And they wonder why some people find the whole Dean thing a bit creepy. If I was a New Hampshire voter, I'm not sure I would be swayed by a bunch of people who "make costumes, make performance" to convince me. Perhaps it's good I'm not. To read something by an actual New Hampshire voter, go here.

On a more serious note, this is an awesome article about Lillian Moller Gilbreth. She's the mom in the real live Cheaper by the Dozen, which has taken an interesting concept and a good book and massacred it. Read it. Read the book. Don't see the movie.

The Effects of Celery on Loose Elastic: see them here.

Okay, I'll stop now. My face hurts.

For those of you who have never actually been to the Ozarks, here you have it.

"Lung -- the other brown meat."

and "glazed ostrich thigh a la paddleboat." I think a friend of mine ordered this once at Bijon's down on Walnut St. by the theatre. Also a enormous mushroom cap filled with orange jell-o.

'Ruffled Squash Boats'

Their first album: "The Great Meat Glacier"
... I just can't stop...

'Benedictish Frankwiches': A great name for a rock group made up entirely of monks.

This recipe, you might note, adds "the Midas touch," meaning that after your guests have handled the meal, you can melt them down and pour their bodies into ingots. Alchemy: it's the hidden advantage of Gel-Cookery!

I want a fortune cookie that says: Your salads will bring you pleasure

Oh dear...

'Dramatic Vanilla Frogs' will be opening for BLF

I once carried a croquet mallet around U of M for an entire day...

Unlikely sitcom star:

"Chief Bit-O-Honey"

And their first album will be 'Lick the Animal Habitat'

'Buttery Lincoln Fetus' would be a great name for a punk band.

The Olives of the Damned!

...can't breathe...

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Susan, I'm shocked you didn't post this one... This is your loaf!

I think this picture may be of my mother and grandmother in the 50's. It would explain my mother's insistance on putting the entire extended family in matching red and white plaid pajamas on Christmas...

In Hell, they will serve this punch.

While I don't think my mother has actually ever made this, I think she would if she knew...

I swear my mother made this once.

From the Gallery of Regrettable Food: The Unbeatable Sadness of Vegetables

Great Moments with Howard "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH" Dean:

"Late yesterday afternoon, while speaking to a rally crowd in Concord, Dean happened to notice a man mockingly -- but quietly -- holding a Confederate flag. Whereupon the governor stopped himself mid-sentence, announced his view that the flagholder ought by rights to be removed from the scene, and then stood there glowering, while the TV cameras whirred, as security guards literally dragged the poor guy away. " -- From the Weekly Standard

Long live Photoshop!

A Prayer for Holly:

Now I walk me off to shower
I pray You, Lord, no drills this hour
Because, dear Lord, it isn't nice
To have a head of lather ice.

Prayers of the Evening:

A College Student's Prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep
On this crumpled laundry heap
And if it wrinkles in the night
At least my tighty's are now white.
Amen.
(props to Abigail)

An East Quader's Prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the fire alarm won't beep
And if by sirens I do wake
I choose to stay in here and bake.
Amen.

Another East Quader's Prayer:

Now I lay me down to rest
I pray, dear Lord, if you think it best
If there be fire drills this night
I pray You, Lord, that soul to smite.
Amen.

How can I cash in on these sneeze fetishists?

Gotta love Detroit.

This is creepy. And I don't get it. But worth a look.

Greek word of today:

ta magoula -- the jowls

The Differences Between Engineers and Musicians:

I was practicing Greek today with my friend Alan in a heavily trafficked part of Pierpont Commons. He's an engineer, I'm a musician. In the time we were there, we each saw about four people we knew from our majors. Of his, one came over and said hi, the other three waved. Of my friends, three came over and hugged me, and one came and sprawled across my lap for a few minutes.

Great Moments with Howard "If you know the Bible -- like I do" Dean:

When it was suggested to him by a voter that perhaps he should try to be nicer, try the whole "Love your neighbor" thing, Dean shouted back, "George Bush is NOT my neighor!"

Howie, I think you missed the point here...

I've added a link to Emily's blog.

The first album of the Goat-Owning Uncle Tonys shall be:

Apocalyptic Refrigerator


Thank you, Pearls Before Swine.

"Strippin' for the B-School, strippin' for the B-School,
Nothin' could be finer than strippin' for the B-School."

-- Both Holly and I on assorted occasions

Socks of the day:

Grumpy, with jeweled gripper footies

Socks of the day:

Left: Pastel green, of undersock thickness
Right: Red, of undersock thickness


I did not go outside all day. It's cold.

Content wise, my application is done. Still some assembly required, but almost there. Then I must mail it. Eek.

"But I thought spinach was a flightless bird..."

Socks of the day:

Left: Fuzzy blue with cream and navy bands, red undersock
Right: Wooly hot pink with orange heel and toe, green undersock

The Shipman Society tends to have really funny internal emails. Tonight, in an effort to blackmail more of us to play on the Society IM Inner-tube water polo team, one of the guys wrote the following:

"Until we field a team of seven, I refuse to use punctuation properly! How --
do you like "that,"? Let me say, something, else! I wrote a (speech) for the
ga?me; a speech to fire! up! the! team!!!! "I" "spent" a whole. . . . . ten
minutes, writing, that speech doesn't that mean anything to you. It was a bad
speech but that isn"t the point next week there will be no zone defense no
forwards and point guards just heart heart heart thats all I ask??? I, beseech
thee, O noble: ones. take pride _in _your team{}
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\!!!!!

Re-member, you must, go to the game on Thursday" at 9:30 (meet in the (IM
building (lobby at 9:00 pm) ) ) ++?

Seven is our lucky number;
El Al Airlines

PS? Even if --- we lose all!! three regular, season games we still make the
playoffs but. if you haven~t played in the re-gular sea-son > you can:t play
in the %playoffs,"

That ought to do it.

Last night on the Detroit news, they reported Carol Moseley-Braun dropping out of the Democratic presidential race as reducing it to an eight-man race. Now, as far as I can tell, it's ALWAYS been an eight man race, except during the brief period after Wesley Clark entered and Bob Graham dropped out, because Carol Moseley-Braun is, in fact, a woman.

This is a really hysterical stab at what on earth Paul O'Neill could have meant in calling Cabinet meetings with Bush "like a blind man in a room full of deaf people.

"I'm sorry, but how is being uninterested in policy like being a blind man in a roomful of deaf people? Are blind people uninterested in policy? Or, more accurately, do blind people become less interested in policy when they find themselves in a room with deaf people? Does a blind man surrounded by deaf people talking policy issues think: 'Oh, hell. These folks are going to go on and on and on about the problems of deaf people. Who needs that? I've got problems of my own.' Is that O'Neill's point? And even if there is something about a room full of deaf people that makes a blind man disengage from policy issues, what does this have to do with President Bush and his Cabinet? "

I have a really cute picture of Kevin on my desk, and yesterday I was asked if that was the guy I liked. Susan, I'm telling you, marry him -- you're the only one who's been with the family long enough not to get totally freaked out.

If I were famous to the point I could no longer go out onto the streets alone without being mobbed by my adoring public, I think I would move to a cold state in the winter. There, as long as I was outside, no one would ever see me because 1) I would have a large part of my face covered at all times, and 2) everybody looks at the ground because if you don't, you slip and fall or your eyeballs ice over. Granted, the downside to this plan is that you have to live in a cold city in the winter, but that's the price of fame.

Socks of the day:

Left: Fuzzy Blue with cream and navy bands, lavender undersock
Right: Wooly Turquoise with hot pink toe, pastel green undersock.

It's cold.

I don't understand foreign exchange markets either. This is interesting though.

Question of the day:

"So... when did you shave this skinny monkey?" -- From today's Agnes

Socks of the day:

Left: Wooly Hot Pink with orange toe
Right: Fuzzy Powder Blue with cream and navy bands

Stuff that remains to do for NYU:

Re-edit everything

Develop a vision for the American Musical Theatre in the 21st Century

Write the song of a running man

Hand copy a section of La Boheme

Put the whole darn thing together in a legible fashion

Mix my sample cd.

Apply to be an RGA.

Goal to be done with all but last two: Friday

Socks of the day:

Left: Woolly Turquoise with hot pink toe
Right: Woolly Hot Pink with orange toe

Quote of the Evening:

"You're a genius. I'm a scorpio." -- Austin, to me

Susan, on her blog, posted a challenge asking for an explaination of the presidential race in 300 words or less. In a spirit of public service, I repost it here. If it seems at all biased to you, too bad, it's my blog.

Mosley-Braun is running to rehabilitate her image. Kuchinich is a vegan pacifist wackmobile who wants to create a Department of Peace. Al Sharpton is making sure everything stays thoroughly racially charged. Not a snowball's chance in hell for any of them. John Kerry is creepy and polling poorly. A decorated Vietnam vet, and voted to approve war in Iraq, but not funding for it. If he can't get 2nd in NH, he's toast. John Edwards has some good ideas, but he looks about 14 and is extremely earnest and no one takes him seriously. Definately the most southern -- from NC. Must do well in SC. Same positions on Iraq as Kerry. Joe Lieberman is the most hawkish and most conservative. He wants to hike the taxes of the rich. He might do fine in the general election, but won't get the chance. Wesley Clark is thought to be the neo-Clinton (Ark. Rhodes Scholar), and also as a general (NATO commander in Bosnia) shore up the Dem's national security image. He's polling second in NH at the moment. Gephardt is pro-labor/union and a protectionist. He's doing well in Iowa. Dean's the front-runner and has a cult-like following. He recently found religion, sorta. It’s pretty entertaining. His supporters, as assembled on his "Blog for America" seem to believe that they are the voice of the nation, although there are around 600,000 people on Dean's mailing list, and they tend to be liberal, urban, and young. Dean has the fundraising lead of the Democrats, but his funds are pocket change in comparison to Bush, who still leads in the polls, has the media advantage of the incumbent, and has about $200,000,000 to work with. Dean is widely seen as the man who will win the nomination and get spanked by Bush. (299 Words)

Okay, screw the musical theatre, this is what I want to do when I grow up. Susan, you with me?

This is the funniest thing ever. Susan, "Hanging out...casual" reminds me of you. "Make Love to the Crowd" looks very much like a number we once attempted in YEStroupe before we fired Scott Miller. Tempo was similar also.

I love today's Agnes.

The task: Think of three original ideas for musicals you would like to write. Briefly describe each of them in terms of character, action, language, meaning, and music.

This is a problem. I can do everything here except "brief." My current ideas are running somewhere in the neighborhood of three pages each. Gads.

I'm procrastinating typing out my Ruth and STP proposals, so instead, I'm going to type out the lyrics of "How Glory Goes" by Adam Guettel and Tina Landau. It's from a show called Floyd Collins, about a man who explores a cave and has it cave in on him. Just before he dies, he sings this song.

(spoken)

I'm ready now, Lord. I know I warn't no Sunday-school mama's boy, but faith is hopin' for somethin'... believin' what you can't see.
I had faith all my life! I wanna ask you somethin'.

(sung)
Is it warm?
Is it soft against your face?
Do you feel a kind a' grace inside the breeze?
Will there be trees?
Is there light?
Does it hover on the ground?
Does it shine from all around or jes' from you?
Is it endless and empty an' you wander on your own?
Slowly forget about the folks that you have know?
Or does risin' bread fill up the air from open kitchens everywhere?
Familiar faces far as you can see, like a family?
Do we live?
Is it like a little town?
Do we get to look back down at who we love?
Are we above?`asd
Are we everywhere?
Are we anywhere at all?
Do we hear a trumpet call us an' we're by your side?
Will I want, will I wish for all the things I should have done,
Longing to finish what I only just begun?
Or has a shinin' truth been waitin' there for all the questions everywhere?
In a world a wond'rin suddenly uou know; an' you will always know...
Will my mama be there waiting for me,
Smilin' like the way she does, an' holdin' out her arms an' she calls my name?
She will hold me just the same.

(Voiceover: The prisoner's body was wedged in so tightly... The carnival at the Sand Cave packed up and went home.)

Only Heaven knows how glory goes, what each of use was meant to be.
In the starlight that is what we are.
I can see so far...

NYU update:

One Personal Statement down-ish. Anyone who would like to read it, let me know and I'll email it to you.

NYU things to be done:

Mix the recordings of my sample work.

Develop a vision for the American Musical Theatre in the 21st Century.

Write lyrics for the song of a man who has just missed the bus on a cold day.

Finish my personal statement (current best line: " Despite, or perhaps because of, the stylings of my snorting, hissing relations, I’ve always preferred composing music to playing other people’s.")

Create a detailed resume/update current resume.

Sacrifice a young goat at midnight under the full moon down in the holler.

Write detailed proposals for musical versions of the book of Ruth and A Swiftly Tilting Planet

Tell the housing people everything I've ever done in hopes they hire me as an RGA.

A truly entertaining article from the Atlantic on the decline of standards. Make sure you make it to the bottom where he lists the 10 standards on which he insists we draw the line and there we go no further.

My favorite:

"VIII. The federal adulteration limits for cocoa powder ('75 or more insect fragments per 50 grams') and chocolate ('60 or more insect fragments per 100 grams')."

Incidentally, wouldn't 'Adulterated Cocoa' be a great name for a rock band, or perhaps an album?

I've always (at least since I moved here) maintained that Michigan winters aren't THAT bad, you just have to dress warmly and stay indoors. I take it back. They are that bad. It's exactly zero at the moment, and while we've been more successful the past few days at keeping our room de-iced, you could still hang meat in here, especially near the windows. I have a poor stumpy little albino amaryllis struggling for life on the sill, and I'm rather worried about it. It had the poor judgement to sprout in the box on the way here, in the dark, without sunlight, water, growing space or a consistent local vertical, all of which seem like important things for growth. It was pure white when I got it out of the box, one long stem and bloom broken off, and one little stumpy stem with a bud. And no leaves. I have little hope it will survive. It's getting greener, though.

I'm making a gallant attempt to be useful on my NYU app. Limited success.

Good Name for a Rock Band:

Almond-Induced Coma

I am a victim of sonic imperialism. More to follow.

SO COLD...

From the Family Fake Recipe Files:

Ding Ding Mock Moot:
Pig snouts, wrapped in grape leaves.

Great act of Journalism (from the Economist):

"As the orthodox Jews passed by, the Jewish rebels sat there smoking and brandishing ham sandwiches."

I'm back in Ann Arbor. Yesterday Holly commanded me to blog, so here I am. Much fun in Florida, the highlight being the decieving of the gullible grandmother into believing she was going to be forced to eat at a restaurant that only served "Spoo" (ficticious recipe below) the next night.

Spoo:
Puree an eggplant.
Mix in sesame seeds, mushrooms, and mandarin oranges.
Heat, and serve over toast.

SO funny. Most people wouldn't believe you if you told them an outrageous story while laughing so hard you can't breath, but not Grandma...