I have 9 tvs in my office and they are all on all day. Most of the time the daytime dreck just sort of wafts over me, but I just happened to catch Oprah's show on hip hop dance lessons. Words fail me. A little piece of me has died.
The Boy and I went to Sacramento this weekend to visit Laura, Chuck, and her royal Sophianess. Very enjoyable weekend with a tour through the Amador County wine country and bocce grudge matches for the adults, and lots of make believe princess play for Sophia (and me). I stocked up on a fun (and cheap!) Sangiovese from Noceto, an elegant Syrah from C.G. di Arie, and a really complex and grassy Sauvignon Blanc from Cooper Vineyards. All are highly recommended.
We have another reason for celebrating fast approaching...no not my birthday. The end of "John From Cincinatti". This show is supposed to be an existential meditation on how we connect with our fellow humans. It makes me want to, with apologies to EM Forster, only disconnect.
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still no comments about yer bday?
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