A most hardy good afternoon! Since we last spoke I tore it up at a wedding, saw Pete Yorn in concert for the third time, ate chicken soup at my grandmother's, read The Art of Learning by Josh Waitzkin, started exercising again, and took part in many other wholesome activities around the house. Things are very interesting. Take last night for instance. My brother and I were watching the Pirate play the Rockies in Colorado. At some point, our mother came up from the basement, where she's making cushion covers for the couches, and joined us. We then proceeded to have a spirited conversation about sports, childhood, dreams, and testosterone levels in the womb. I may or may not have revealed that I'll be living as a woman from now on. Good times.

I think I may have died list night from the heat. But I got better.

I was at the zoo with my infant son. The kid had an enormous, Charlie Brown-like head. His head was so big that I wasn't sure my skinny arms would be able to carry him.

And I was all like: woo woo woo! Checking in from the old moon base. Closing in on the twelve hour mark. All liquid refreshment ran out hours ago, yet spirits remain high. No one left but me. Three color print completed. Firing squibs and sounding the all clear.