Random Four.

Wreck(ed) - Whilst planning to attend April's Graduation, Janice and I got a phone call describing a slight wreck involving her sister & brother. Ok. Slight wreck. Fender-bender. All is well, we can carry on as planned. But as life sometimes does, it stuck it's filthy, meandering fingers into the situation and we got another, slightly different phone call. There are flash terms that one hopes to avoid when hearing news of a car wreck involving one's loved ones. "Jaws of Life," comes to mind. Also, "Helicopter," or any mention of anything (or anyone) being "Air-Lifted." Anyways, we got the last two in spades, through a blanket of tears via Janice's Mom. Pandemonium.

   Of course it was raining. And to call Janice a "fast driver" would be like calling Mike Vick "more of a cat person," so the ride to the hospital went rather quickly. We got there and eventually learned that all of our peeps were, for a lack of better words, beat to all shit. Breathing, but beat to all shit. We concentrated on the breathing aspect. I mean, you have to, really.

   Now, a week later, the brusises are blush, the casts are firm, but they're ok. Thank God. I suppose I should write something about how sacred life is and how we should all cherish every moment we have together, but if you had my friends & family, you'd be doing that already like I do. Anyways, I'm glad they're ok and look forward to seeing them on Sunday.



Green Day, Cracker, Cat Stephens, & apparently Rusted Root - A lot of albums have been obtained by yours truly here in the last few days. From Cracker's "Sunrise in the Land of Milk & Honey" to Green Day's "21st Century Breakdown." Hell, I even got a little Yusuf Islam and Rusted Root. The music's all good, so I'm pleased about that.



Black Beans - I've pretty much perfected the art of Cuban black beans. I like them with eggs in the morning, but they're pretty good at any hour of day. My recipe has gone from tolerable to flat-out, make-your-brain-bleed-they're-so-fucking-good delicious. If you find some good black beans, I will pay you $50 if they're better than mine. Promise.



2 Years, Man! - Today marks my second year here on Tammi Lane. The house is looking good (we've slowed down on kegging and picked up yard work as a hobby), I have a great friend in Geoff, who I barely knew from Adam when I moved in here, and Scampers still looks very innocent in her sleep but tends to do weird things like bring me snakes and have epic battles with the power cord to my laptop. It's been a memorable two years, even through the clouds that enough 40 Creek and Sam Adams will create. I dig it.