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God, I am glad it is Friday...

I am so ready for the weekend. Nothing much to do, and that makes me happy. I need sleep.

I am going to visit up with Brian and his family down in Yipsi this weekend. Rhonda is making up some good home cooking! Right on. Plus, B and I are going to work on RadioFreeDetroit.com. It is a site he has been wanting to do for sometime. A local Detroit Hip Hop/Music info site, I think it might be pretty cool. I know it will be fun. I haven't seen him for a while, it wil be nice to catch up.

So, I figured out how to fund my new purchases of useless gadgetry. I am selling all my old CDs and DVDs. Brilliant! So, I am now the proud owner of an iHome iPod alarm clock thing. For about 1/3 of the price. Nice.

So, how've ya been?

Wow. It's been a little while hasn't it? Nothing major going on, just in those little ruts that you find yourself in from time to time. Life getting in the way and such.

Don't you love when you revisit a film, a book, or an artist and the experience is so much better? Like noticing the delicate and deliberate contrasting in an Ansel Adams photograph, or the great performace of Sinatra in "Some Came Running." I had this happen last night. I was listening to the iPod and dozed off for a bit. When I came too I was right in the middle of "Slow like Honey" from Fiona Apple's Tidal. Maybe the sexiest song EVER recorded... yeah, the sexiest song ever recorded by leaps.

Anyway, I noticed how much emotion was there, that I had not noticed all the times I had heard this song before. So I started the album from the beginning and listened all the way through. It was dark. Not in an evil or sinister way, but dark in the hushed whispers of lovers way. Sexy. The whole album was sexy. Well, I probably knew this already. But this time I noticed it for what it was. I love when this kind of thing happens.

My recomendations:

Music:
Fiona Apple - Tidal - At 19, she had more to say about life and love than most people live in a life time. Amazing.

TV:
Love Monkey - Short lived, only three episodes. We barely knew you. CBS=idiots. What is it with networks not giving shows a chance?

Cinema:
Lost in Translation - I can watch this movie over and over and over... you get the point.

Net:
last.fm - This is a social music bookmarking thing... or something. It is cool. My Profile.

Software:
FileChute - Ever had to mail a big file and it was bounced? Your savior is here for $15.

Gadget:
iHome - Can I have one, please?

Rainy days and Mondays...

It has been a rather nice Monday off from work. I slept in, which is ALWAYS great and until now have been watching FoodTV. I simply LOVE cooking shows, always have since Justin Wilson, the Frugle Gourmet, and Julia Child from PBS in the 1970's and 1980's.

The new shows are sexier for sure, but some of them lack a certain passion. When you saw Mr. Wilson pour the wine, you knew he was not just being a character for TV, this is how he would have done it with his family. Not the same with some of the new TV chefs.

But, who am I to critise right? I still take notes and after a good 2 hours in front of the TV, I too can make fritattas with goat cheese, and garnish it with my own guachamole and homemade chips!

Same thing with home improvement shows. I am a genius for a maximum of 8 1/2 minutes post viewing period, then I am afraid what ever magic that was shared with me has vanished. Oh well, what a ride.

What music do you like when you cook? I perfer Jazz. There is something about jazz and cooking with a glass of wine that is SOOO enjoyable. It is like a good beer at your favorite pizza place, or that great coffee shop with a great book. The whole experience is not the sum of it's elements, it is more. Does that make sense?

So, gimme a nice glass of red and some Miles or Coltrane and let me live my 7-8 minutes of bliss before I realize that I am not Justin Wilson or Mario Batali or Alton Brown. I am OK with that. Mostly.