Birthdays, according to Jim Boggia

Another day, and another year, older.

So far, thirty-two doesn't feel any different from thirty-one. But, different or not, it's here to stay, at least for another three-hundred and sixty-odd days.

And on this occasion, here's a little number for you, courtsey of that local purveyor of great indie music, Paste Magazine (I thought of posting a live version, but it didn't have the great
background vocals in the last 21 seconds). I challenge any one else to present any other charming folk-pop song that actually manages to rhyme "black and tans" in the lyrics.

The Weight of The World...

Just got back from my first class meeting.

Here's what ahead:

Thirteen books to read over the course of four months, each one to be discussed in class.

Three of those books to write reviews for.

One of those books to lead a group discussion for.

And...a twelve- to thirteen-page essay that uses at least eight to ten primary and secondary sources (that's first-hand accounts and latter-day histories for you rubes).

...And this is only for one three-hour class (I'm taking two this semester).

Aiiiieeeee!!