P-list:

Get a pallet knife in hand and clear out tree-debris from all the spaces between all the back deck's planks. Get lightbulbs. Get on over to the Lowe's Hardware that just opened up in Pittsboro, really, really close by. Buy paint. Get commode to flush properly again, after so many years of trevail. Appeal to reason; get self to throw out piles, and piles, and piles of collected papers. Clip hedge around shed door. Get self going, get something going.

Summertime

What is summertime

Never
Like another time

A rare
Sometimes fair

With luck
Fairly mild

Season
To wildly
Simmer

And rhyme
Skin with wine
Growing
Tall and benign

Summertime

Mo' Foie

Used the small coconut-wood mortar and pestle from Thailand. Collected basil leaves while the spaghetti cooked in a pot barely large enough to hold it. Tore up leaves before putting them in the mortar and added a little coarse salt before pestling. Next time, though, I'll try mincing the leaves a little first. I had a reluctance, getting myself to add enough olive oil for all the parmesan I dumped in, which was lot, so it needed a lot... and forgot to add a little oil to the drained pasta while I worked on the paste-o, so it got a little wumpy. At the table, it turned out to need a little something. I got the duck fat. A smidge, swirled in, intensified the earthy parmesan notes, and darkened them to a lilly-pad's green, but not actually, with lovely-tasty mud tones and a few actual feathers. Gosh I love that goo. Anyway, this lunch of spaghetti with pesto was fun and foundational, and the remaining end of last week's famer's market sourdough loaf was a nice foil when dipped in wine.

These Dreams

It's ridiculous! I now have virtually unlimited access to 80's music. Not playlists of my own choosing, sure; but internet radio is free, and specific, and multiple, so there'll be a numer of complaints from me equaling zero. And that is not even where the enrichment stops. This morning I set up a wireless internet connection to my stereo via the wi-fi tranzponder to my laptop. I think I'm experiencing one of those ballyhooed lifestyle shifties that the new economy is counting on. I'm, like, a pillar of that.

iTunes, Here I Come

"Back In The High Life Again" Steve Winwood
"Broken Wings" Mr. Mister
"Two Of Hearts" Stacey Q
"I Want To Know What Love Is" Foreigner
"Everything She Wants" Wham!
"Don't Go" Yaz
"Every Time You Go Away" Paul Young
"These Dreams" Heart
"Eyes Without A Face" Billy Idol
"The Lady In Red" Chris DeBerg
"Always Something There" Simple Minds
"Cruel Summer" Bananarama
"Sad Songs Say So Much" Elton John
"I Didn't Mean To Turn You On" Robert Palmer
"Careless Whisper" Wham!
"Take My Breath Away" Berlin
"Every Breath You Take" The Police
"Something About You" Level 42
"Easy Lover" Philip Bailey
"People Are People" Depeche Mode
"I Can't Wait" Nu Shooz
"I Know There's Something Going On" Frida
"Let The Music Play" Shannon
"Wishing On A Star" Rose Royce