I have spent the day working on school stuff, putting the finishing touches on one annotation and culling another from a letter I sent several packets ago. (Apparently, even my assorted thoughts on an author are starting to take the shape of useful annotations. Yikes!)

That’s not all I have done; it’s just the largest part. I’ve also found time to talk to my dad on Skype for a while; conduct an interview with a Harvard student about collaborative professional development in education; eat lunch with Corey, Bryan and Leo at Bojangles; trap Ladybug in a near-unbreakable hold and hear her woeful tales of jury duty; read all of your blogs and comment in a few of them; and concoct elaborate fantasies about what Porkins is doing when he gets off that bicycle. I’m seriously thinking about writing Porkins fanfic.

Here’s a thought I almost put into a friend’s comment section before deciding that it would be inappropriate. In my blog, nothing is inappropriate: In addition to being the fullest realization of our partnerships, weddings are our blood and guts, they are a celebration of our failings, forgiven and embraced. They are conceptually defeatist at the same time that they represent a victory for the human spirit– they are a sinister acknowledgement that we’ll never be perfect, but a thankful observance that to one person, we’re pretty damn close.

There’s a new Sarah Harmer single on iTunes! Yay! Yay! Yay! I’m also spending nickels and dimes on some other worthy audio files– an eels track on iTunes, and 1918’s New Poems (written by DH Lawrence, read by Alex Wilson) on telltaleweekly. I’ve also been listening to some awesome podcasts, like Mike Doughty and Colin Meloy (separately) at KEXP and They Might Be Giants 6A-6C. Dope. Regular podcasters are awesome.

Oh, and Jesus, I don’t want to go back to the Walgreen’s phramcist. Follow the link to find out why: