Listens.To.Silence.

Thanks to NPR Music for providing the goods for my current musical addiction -- Regina Spektor's full album "Far" (click here to listen http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105518205). If you've never heard of her -- think Tori Amos with catchier melodies and better piano playing. And if you've never heard of Tori Amos still click the link above... you still may end up hooked.
I've been a fan of Ms. Spektor's since her "Soviet Kitsch" days. And though not a pessimist by nature, with today's artists, it seems that the first album they put out (or that you hear) is always the best. And those that follow are a disappointment -- or at least not up to par. But with Ms. Spektor? Every album starts off as a pleasant surprise and somehow becomes deeply rooted into one's being. Every album. She has yet to disappoint with haunting lyrics, catchy melodies and a voice that leaves the listener longing for more. I'm truly grateful that audio files don't wear out like records, tapes, and cd's.

Regina Spektor- Laughing With (Official Music Video)

What do I do when I'm bored? I bake. Which, although productive, has made my kitchen just about as

hot as it is outside (I know, I know, more complaining -- I'm sorry). Now, I knew this would happen, so why do it? Because 1.) I'm a glutton for punishment and 2.) the end result* is worth it. In this case: carrot raisin muffins -- which taste way better than they sound. Trust me.

Its that kind of heat where even sticking one toe out the door will leave you drenched in sweat. Who was it recently... um, Stephen Colbert (I think?) who said that he always dreamed of being able to cook eggs in his pants (because it was so hot in Iraq). Not that I've tried, but I do believe you could accomplish the same feat in Florida right now.

Now, I know that there are more important issues in the world other than how hot it is in Florida (esp. since we're known as the Sunshine State), so I really shouldn't be complaining. But the heat makes me grouchy... the sunshine makes me want to go outside... the slight breeze is calling my name... but the heat index screams "sun stroke!"

Ah... that is my internal conflict. What am I to do?

so instead, my Easter celebration consits of eating Vosges chocolate
(Mo's Bacon Bar), watching the NCIS marathon (USA network) and reading "The Devil's Footprints" (by John Burnside).

 

... pathetic, I know. :-) 

 

 

I visited Chicago this past week and I have to say, I'm a bit jealous that I don't live there.

I want to be lost in a sea of people, art, and culture... and I don't mind that the wind can make me cry.