I've been lazy about taking pictures, but this is too good to not share. Thanks to my friend, the angriest communist, for the recommendation... it's pirated from Red Meat. I like to call it, "If I had actually become a minister..." In high school I honestly considered joining the clergy with some seriousness (although I wouldn't have gone Catholic... I like women too much... also sex). Nonstop and I have been discussing how we'll roll out when I'm ready to play the field again. We've decided that he'll masquerade as an astrologer, while I'll pretend I'm a smokejumper. Perhaps even a seminary student - turned - smokejumper. (Unfortunately, I'm really incapable of being even as moderately sleazy as the last few sentences.)
Last night I saw The Hot Buttered Rum String Band with a whole pile of friends. Nopey has a good post about it (in quest of the robot), explaining the smallness of Tucson (his title is, in fact, a circle). It's true, often times, I do like it... I think I put it to him this way: I don't really mind the tiny Tucson circle when it involves me meeting cute single girls...
It snowed today in Tucson. About half an inch accumulated on top of the cacti. I opened the trunk of my car, pulled out the snow brush which had sat unused for 2.5 years, and did what I knew.
Song of the Day: The White Stripes - I'm Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)
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