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Sorry about that. Kelli and I flew off to Maine. We spent most of our time on Mt. Desert Island. "Desert," in this case, is pronounced "dessert" (with a French accent, if you like). It was good and quiet. We drove along the coast in our pathetic PT Cruiser (Touring Edition), from Portland to Bar Harbor, listening to the new <a href="http://www.tvontheradio.com/">TV on the Radio</a>. It starts off like a Sonic Youth song, but the drums change it all. And then the vocals change it more. Of the words I could make out: Hey hey, my baby / Won't you lay your hands on me / Mirror my malady / Transfer my tragedy. We decided that he really does sound like Peter Gabriel.

No, wait&mdash;what I meant to say was, nowadays everybody <I>thinks</I> they're speaker designers.

What do paleontologists do?<BR>
When they're in the field with their crew?<BR>
The digger when he's failing?<BR>
The geologist when she's glum?<BR>
The site carpenter who's wailing?<BR>
From nailing<BR>
His thumb?<BR>
When they're beset and besmirched<BR>
The folk most involved in research<BR>
However do they manage<BR>
To shed their weary lot?<BR>
Oh, what do paleontologists do<BR>
We do not?

And his mom, of course&mdash;and the upcoming movie. <I>The Virginia Quarterly</I>, which is rapidly becoming my favorite periodical, published Ellroy's afterword to the new edition of <I>The Black Dahlia</I>.

Damn straight! <I>Hic!</I>

<I>Yes, we speak of things that matter,<BR>
With words that must be said,<BR>
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"<BR>
"Is the theater really dead?"</I>

This is a really sweet video from Fast Focus' <I>Lennon Legend</I>. I've always loved Lennon's soulful version of this classic&mdash;what a great slow dance.