Now that I am twenty-six, my humor has gone to the toilet. I was snickering about buying a "male to male" cable all afternoon. Not only that, a "1/8 male to 1/8 male" cable! Well, its not that funny--perhaps my system is still on a sugar high from the ginger ice cream and blueberry peach cobbler that my man made for me. I only discovered this ginger ice cream when we were the land of the north on Saturday. That ice cream parlor tried to be clever and name it Fred & Ginger. Who the hell wants Fred flavored ice cream? The cable is for the beautiful Tivoli PAL speaker for my iBook or iPod. The thing can survive underwater, but I plan on using it while painting and/or the coming apocalypse. The world may be a barren wasteland, but I'll still be able to listen to NPR. And everyone knows that NPR radio journalists will last longer than cockroaches. Brian also gave me a mint condition biography of artist/writer Denton Welch. He always gives me the best gifts.
