rock for light

If you're like me, you noticed Sinéad O'Connor on the cover of the L.A. Reggae • African • Caribbean music magazine The Beat this month and you said to yourself, "What's going on now?" The last time I got a Sinéad O'Connor album was in 1990, but I've been listening to Throw Down Your Arms, her new CD of reggae cover songs, constantly since Friday night. My favorite song on the CD is "Vampire". I'm as surprised as anyone, who would have thought? Now if only she would make an album of songs about Judge Dread, or at least about Judge Roughneck.

My apartment is teeming with Christmas snacks. I'm struck by the vanity of attempting to evenly space out such abundance throughout the rolling year (rather than snacking in such high volume for one holiday month). Society has made me what I am, and the sooner I abdicate personal accountability the merrier a snacker I will be.

Nicole and I have been blissfully lounging since her arrival Saturday night. This morning she is coming to campus so I can bring her to coffee and introduce her to longtime pals Judea and Kourtney. If we were going to Starbucks we could have eggnog flavored coffee (it's not good, but it's not that bad either).