Should it worry me that I don’t know how old my sister is? In my own defense, she doesn’t know either. For that matter, she’s rather dubious of the date that’s listed on my driver’s certificate. “Did you lie?” she asked me once, suspiciously. I rely on the Guy and Tara to give me accurate assessments about my tally in years. The Guy goes one step further and provides me with what I can only guess are reasonable numbers for my sister’s age as well.

NPR makes me feel smart. I might have mentioned this before, back when I first got unemployed; listening to NPR makes me feel like I’m in touch with what’s going on in the world. It makes me think deep thoughts while I’m in the car, thoughts that would otherwise be completely wasted on: “Oooh, birdie”,

PBS, which doesn’t normally do commercials, was promoting a forthcoming program that they were planning on airing later on in the week. “Yanni, at the Acropolis.” Yanni himself, curly-haired, mustached, robed in flowing white linen things, was shown at the piano, tossing his head back in a dramatic fashion under mood lighting of a peculiar blue color.

Motorcycles are good for a great many things. Carrying flowers isn’t one of them.

Er, Valentine’s Day?

Did I get a memo for that?

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Misplaced somewhere between 3rd & 10th of Feb. Last seen over Africa. If found, please call YKH in Cali. Reward if found.