Also: my lilacs are in bloom. Beautifully in bloom. Primera commented that they smelled like shampoo. I suggested shampoo smelled like the lilacs, instead. Also, my peonies are budding--they clearly like their new southern home. My backyard looks like a construction site at the moment, but the peonies and lilacs keep on (there is no peony-colored red among my font choices. Alas).

Also, the nascent Lee Atwater wannabe in our district was spectacularly unsuccessful. Heh.

Also: one of my fabulous online friends contrived to get me an autograph from Michael Chabon, whose new book The Yiddish Policeman's Union I just finished. I remember reading the germ of it years ago--his imaginary world was called Alyeska at that point. Wonderful, great read in the vulgar sense that I stayed up late finishing it, and I love the inflection he got into the English that is ostensibly translated from Yiddish, esp. when the ex-wife is referring to people as "sweetness." Also, that like all good idiosyncratic communities, it had a local delicacy, which basically sounded like funnel cakes.

When I lived in Charlottesville, they had something called the grillswith, which was two glazed doughnuts, fried in butter on a grill (hence grillswith), and topped with vanilla ice cream. There is no reason to combine those three things. It worked, though.