Winehouse, and other entertaining mischief

I have to confess that I have developed an affection for the music of Amy Winehouse. I think it's partly the torch singer voice, partly the anti-star schtik, and partly the lyrics. Favorite line: "They tried to make me go to rehab, and I said no, no, no."

Curiously at the same time I've become a fan of Sarah Silverman. Her stuff is absolutely sacriligious, and perhaps that's why I've doubled over laughing. My favorite is her encounters with anti-abortion activists and fundamentalists, and her guise of pure innocence.

Otherwise, I've expended my viewing hours for the month on '30 Rock,' and realize I am now no longer not watching television. In some ways this makes me feel like I'm having more fun; in other ways, I miss all the extra time I seemed to have on my hands. Netflix. Dangerous consumer of time, and yet oh so good.

But I finished sewing a dinosaur hat I started last Christmas, and I even embroidered a little bit and also sewed a cover for a bulletin board today. I am so proud of these small domestic accomplishments I need to boast in a public forum. If you know me at all, you understand how rare this is.

Ayyyy....back to work. I need to produce the final edition of the newspaper for this semester, and get a mailing ready for the monastery, and try not to forget the conference call about Iran tonight.

peace,

Le Anne