Apple

Well...

I'm now a member of the Apple community. I finally got an iPod. All you who have had one for a while can thank me, because I'm sure they'll come out with a new wide screen version (I'm not counting the iPhone...anything over $500 in the portable electronics department effectively doesn't exist in my world) now that I've got one.

While I was at it, I decided to try out Apple's new Safari for Windows. It's about time. They claim that it's quicker that IE (duh!) and Firefox (we'll see). I've not used it enough to know yet.

Chickenbutt

I heard this on All Things Considered yesterday. I almost wrecked my truck I was laughing so hard...because...well, I'm related to people like that.

Click the link, then click "listen"

Coconuts

Coconut

Bear with me I
want to tell you
something about
happiness
it's hard to get at
but the thing is
I wasn't looking
I was looking
somewhere else
when my son found it
in the fruit section
and came running
holding it out
in his small hands
asking me what
it was and could we
keep it it only
cost 99 cents
hairy and brown
hard as a rock
and something swishing
around inside
and what on earth
and where on earth
and this was happiness
this little ball
of interest beating
inside his chest
this interestedness
beaming out
from his face pleading
happiness
and because I wasn't
happy I said
to put it back
because I didn't want it
because we didn't need it
and because he was happy
he started to cry
right there in aisle
five so when we
got home we
put it in the middle
of the kitchen table
and sat on either
side of it and began
to consider how
to get inside of it

~ Paul Hostovsky

The Writer's Almanac

I've always been a big Garrison Keillor fan. I still lament not going to see A Prairie Home Companion when it came to Jackson several years ago. The movie was okay. My brother-in-law has seen the show live before and says the movie does a good job of showing how chaotic the show actually is.

After years of listening almost exclusively to sports radio when I'm out an about during the lunchtime hour, I've started listening to NPR. I know I'm late to the show, but at noon every day, Garrison has a short segment called The Writer's Almanac. It's a brief "...on this day in..." kind of synopsis of various writers and artist. He also reads one poem each day.

I highly recommend that, if you're listening to the radio at noon, you turn over to NPR and give it a try.

No matter how bad my day is going, it makes me feel like it's Saturday afternoon.