
I luv, luv, luv 69 luv songs. The magnetic fields melt my heart. If only I could sing them at Karaoke night, my life would be so fufilled.


There isn't a nicer place to be in all of America than a Chatham Band Concert on Friday night. It's a kind of Leave it to Beaver perfect moment that is almost surreal. I've been coming for 28 years (my first concert was spent inside mom's womb -ew). And I still sing my heart out to every show tune, my mouth full of candy, balloon and glow stick tied to each wrist. All captured under trees and stars and bandstand lights, surrounded with white picket fences and children who know that the hokey pokey is what it's all about.
The show: Blanche Survives Katrina in a FEMA Trailer Named Desire. The verdict: Love, love, loved it!
While visiting my family in Cape Cod I stopped by the Edward Gorey House in Yarmouthport and had a wonderful time. For such a small house they really have an extensive amount of books, clothing, sketches and a rather hefty cat. What I enjoyed the most were the lovely little items he collected; matches, oodles of stones, glass bottles, wind up toys, even a months worth of receipts from his local restaurant. Gorey definitely appreciated the beautiful silhouettes found in everyday objects and you could really see how he turned these shapes into the intricate drawing of his little creatures.