Apparently, swilly vodka is best. This makes me wonder if bad vodka will become the cool thing to drink, like PBR is in some circles. But then, methinks that the New York Times is hardly the arbiter of hip, so perhaps the style-makers won't be so swayed afterall...

Oh, and an update on the guy with the nail in his face: My friend Jon grew up with him in Wisconsin. According to Jon, nail boy constantly terrorized his dog. So, we can take comfort in the fact that Jon's dog is smiling down from heaven.

It pains me to think that men need to be reminded of this. Of course, I'm single so what do I know?

In addition to being stupid, my right foot is a cheap date and an unregistered voter. See below...

From: xxx
Sent: Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:04 PM
To: B/SM Boston
Subject: Spam - How Smart is Your Right Foot?
Importance: Low

This is so funny that it will boggle your mind. And you will keep trying at least 50 more times to see if you can outsmart your foot, but you can't.1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction.

Love Ray Lamontagne.

I am so psyched. My Prose Before Hos tee shirt arrived on Saturday. I can't wait to wear it to attract what three non-shallow literary boyz exist in DC. Since I couldn't narrow it down to one, I purchased this gem as well. Now, lovely as they are I have one gripe. What is up with American Apparel, the uber trendy tee shirt company that everyone seems to be using for their shirts these days? I get and very much dig their approach to anti-sweatshop labor, but their sizes are insane. As a busty 5 foot 2 I ordered a large thinking it would suffice. It does, but just barely. If little ole curvy me fills out a large, I shudder to think how women who are say, above average will fare. No clever tee shirts for you gals, alas. Unless of course, you buy it in a men's size.

How could you not notice this?

Also, when dealing with a weekend bout of the blues DO NOT watch any movies about Sylvia Plath. DO take up knitting. Even with my notoriously short attention span, I banged out aprox 1/4 of a scarf this weekend.

Newest obessesion: the Rasterbator. Check it out.

Time magazine, ever the cutting-edge publication, has dedicated its cover to people in their twenties and thirties who are taking their time to settle down and have kids. Apparently, the fact that people are marrying at a later age is cause for mainstream navel-gazing. I would link for you, but you need to subsribe to read it. Anyway, here's my response:

As a 28-year old, single urban female it was with great interest that I read LEV GROSSMAN's article Grow Up? Not So Fast. Mainstream journalism has been applying its magnifying glass to our generation for over a decade (fascination with "Gen-X" culture in the mid-1990's being a prime example), and this article is no exception. While Grossman details the process that many of us have undertaken in trying on different careers, partners, places of living, ways of presenting ourselves to the world, his tendency to define adulthood in terms of marriage, mortgages, and children missed the point of this lifestyle entirely. In taking the extra time to find ourselves before marrying and having children, our generation may actually be working to redefine what it means to be an "adult". While the traditional nuclear family used to constitute the definition of adulthood, the experiences highlighted in Grossman's article clearly illustrate a shifting paradigm. Quite simply, the construct is adopting a more fluid, less rigid, and more continuous definition. What else would you expect from a generation raised by the baby boomers, those widely acknowledged for taking traditional societal norms and turning them on their collective ear? Many of the most responsible, self-aware individuals I know are people in their late twenties who are unmarried, and who live in urban communities with strong friendship networks. Some of us grapple with questions regarding career, relationships and children, while many of us also own successful businesses. With parental divorce a reality for so many individuals who are currently coming of age in their twenties, doesn't the desire to explore as many options and lifestyles as possible signify a more modern and current definition of maturity and what it means to be an "adult"?

My friend Mike, darling boyfriend of Erin, is a bit of a music expert. Today his blog features a list of essential indie and alt-rock albums. Props to Mike for including Slint, Tortoise, and the Shins.