Library Love

Hello, what’s this?

Friends, the public library is your true friend.

I think it may say something definitive about me that I’m far more excited about four CDs of forgotten one-hit wonders than four CDs documenting a single artist’s profound effect on the history of a genre.

Tonight, shall it be beer, or shall it be Bombay martinis? The future is unwritten.

Hipsters

Those of you partial to Chuck Taylor hi-tops, neighborhoodies, and the occasional bowling shirt are strongly advised to drop in on Dear God Damn Diary today and avail yourself of some fine tune selections.

Cicadian rhythym

After 17 Years, They’re Back, and in the Mood for Love: the Times picks up on poupou’s eagle-eyed naturism.

Did I say ‘naturism’? Perhaps I mean ‘naturalist’s observations.’

Iowa underwent an emergence in 1997, and this link contains video. Only one of the audio links is still good.

I have undoubtedly romanticized memories of the event. The noise of the critturs is unbearably loud, but the huge bugs themselves are fascinating and were not threatening to me as a child. I recall coaxing them to crawl on me, and studying their discarded husks on the bark of trees with fascination.