enjoy your equinox. it tastes like rabbit.

the salt i've tracked in
from the streets has formed a zen
garden in the hall.



but that's all about to end, theoretically. yes, i am a day early, but i'm excited. the past few weeks i've left work and found that the world stays completely sunlit until i've made it all the way to my apartment, and that tiny thing has made me so optimistic about all the rest of my life. i can imagine being one hundred percent happy again. it's almost embarrassing how much sway the weather has with my emotions, and every winter i swear it's going to be the last one i spend here, but then the change comes, and, i don't know.... when i was in high school i worked with a girl who told me she had a friend who would go a month at a time without showering because when she finally washed her hair it felt so incredible. maybe i stay in new england for the same reason. or maybe i'm just lazy. the only way to be sure would be to leave and see if i missed it, and i'm not doing that just yet. no worries. i've got time.

i haven't had much of anything to say lately. i'm not sure what that's all about. my apologies to those of you who have been checking in regularly, i know it's a bit selfish and irresponsible of me. i'll try harder, i promise. let's see what i have to update you on, shall we?

the new tori amos and lou barlow albums are both brilliant and moving, albeit in completely different ways. i missed my chance to see lou in boston, he was playing quite late on a wednesday night and i'm old and boring, so i stayed home and let the next generation take my place. i've seen him plenty of times, i'm content now to just listen to the cd from the folds of my own cozy bed. but tori's playing a month of shows all alone with her piano, and i couldn't pass that up. my ticket came in the mail today, hooray! it'll be just like the good old days. tori alone with a piano is such comfort food to me. she's my favorite macaroni casserole.

i'm also crushing pretty heavily on joanna newsom, but i don't know how new her album is. for those who don't know, joanna is an elfin-voiced young woman with a harp, something like if you spliced chan marshall's dna with that of a member of the lollipop guild. seek her out now and thank me later.

you may have noticed that i couldn't be bothered to provide links today. well, that's how that is. stop pouting, i'll do it later. i thought about putting in a link to a craft site where you can buy tiny pipe cleaner chickens in boxes of 60, but then i decided that i didn't want any competition. i need all the little chickens for myself. sorry. no, not really, i'm not sorry at all. find your own chickens, damn it. i did, and believe me, it was a long and trying search.

jon stewart was a jeopardy question the other day. i'm proud as proud can be. *smooch* i love you, jonny.

sad news: "health is wealth", the makers of my favorite vegan "chicken" patties, have begun adding egg whites to said patties, as well as their nugget counterparts, making them decidedly unvegan. it vexes me. i am terribly vexed. if they do the same to their buffalo nuggets heads will roll, my friends. that's forty percent of my diet right there. bitches. there really is no reward for loyalty, only pain and betrayal, an endless pouring of salt into my hungry chicken-free wounds.

no new movies, no new books, no exciting career developments. i guess this is why i haven't had much to say. i'm duller than dirt.

but i'll never smell as good. mmmmmmmm, soil... yeah, these days make up for everything. happy spring, babies. hug the first tree to sprout buds.