September 23rd

It's one o'clock in the afternoon and I'm still in my pajamas. I've got a hot cup of coffee in my hands, jazz on the stereo (JJ Inc., by J.J. Johnson) and there's a fire in the fire place. It's a gray and overcast day. The leaves on the trees are changing. Anders and Theo are cozying up on the couch and Ibsen is asleep on her favorite chair.

Today's a good day.

Sounds From the Teenage Years

In the days of Napster, I randomly downloaded the MP3, When Nothing's Changed by Vitesse. There was something about the song that haunted me because it was reminiscent of a sound I hadn't heard since I was a teenager. This was way beyond the overtly 80s synth pop of, say, Barcelona. After a few rounds of discussion with friends, it was decided that Vitesse reminded me of Joy Division.

Now there's another song that has me stuck in a musical déjà vu: An End Has a Start by the Editors. I assume that is indeed Echo & the Bunnymen I think of when I hear this song, as All Music suggests. My problem this time is that I'm reminded of a specific song, not just of a particular sound. So which @&%! song is it? It's killing me, and I'd love some help with one, people. Any suggestions?

Twilight Zone

I didn't think this would happen, but I love maternity leave. I honestly thought I'd go nuts being at home all day. And, truth be told, I still go nuts being at home all day. My solution, therefore, is to get out as often as possible. This means meeting friends often at local coffee shops and many, many pointless trips out for one or two grocery items.

I didn't notice that there were all that many women and men out with baby buggies at first. Then, as if Rod Serling were narrating, more and more prams started to appear. And finally, people with prams are all I see. Case in point: on my way to buy some groceries yesterday I didn't see a single person who didn't have a baby buggy.

It's freaking me out.