Can't say much for my new music listening these days. Long nights on labor & delivery and nailbiters by the Tar Heels have been too much distracting. Despite Sara's offer to burn me up a slice of Andrew Bird's new one, I'm happy with my call to pull it off the shelf for myself - lots of unwrapping appeal. It makes me wish I could whistle. My attempts have likely amused the smokers in front of the hospital.
On this lazy, rainy, pre-ACC semifinal, Lawson-less, thinking about a swim but probably won't Saturday morning I've wandered back to Song By Toad, my favorite blog today, and am enjoying his podcast and rant on anti-Darwin sentiment in America. Check it out. FFW to the 35.00 min mark if you don't have as much free time as I've lucked into.
Makes me pissed I missed Clem Snide this week.