Hey hey! Recovering from a pretty nasty case of laryngitis — nasty for me, blessing for the family — and taking an extra day in Atlanta, ostensibly to avoid all the snow in DC (which didn’t actually occur) but secretly to watch the Falcons play the Saints tonight. So, my little buddy Alexander will have to suffer another day without me; but the chance to fully recover, do a little work from the folks’ house and just chill trumps the cat. Which is actually a good band name: Trumps the Cat. I digress.
A few links and my fave shots from the holiday. First however, a shoutout to my sis-in-law, who had the quote of the season when she proclaimed that after her kids went down to bed at 9, she knew what she’d be doing. “Sleeping?,” someone asked. “Uh, no. Drinking,” she replied. “Kids are such a buzz kill.”
I love my family.
Paste, you are the best music magazine going. No contest.
A British friend of mine posted this with a little note that it’s fair warning to Americans that they are heading down a rather nasty road paved for them by Europeans. Reminds me that Juje has been trying to get me to read this book for a while now. Looks like 2011 is the year to inform myself of the British perspective of liberal social policy.
And this, given the recent swiping of my car stereo, just made me happy. When I worked in IT, our resident Mac guru just loved remote access — talked about it like it was a gift from the gods. This guy thinks so, too. Melvin Guzman, you never had a chance. (h/t Ms. Terrell)
Man, I need to get back into dance after New Year’s…