My New Favorite Photo

Me, with Applejack, the non-lap dog, on my lap, and Harry, the lap dog, off to the side.

(Applejack belongs to the lovely Kelly Sue.)

Curb Your...

Last night I had a dream that Larry David was my personal trainer. And it wasn't one of those we-went-to-my-house-but-I-lived-inside-my-high-school switches either. He was Larry David, and he was my personal trainer. At one point, he was telling me about how he'd signed some endorsement deal with Adidas, and I was like, "But Larry, you only wear New Balance." His response? "Yeah, but for seven million dollars, I can wear Adidas."

Theories, anyone?

One Hour, One Day, One Month

So one day I'm sweating at Wilco and now I'm freezing my ass off. I've been in Harveyville, Kansas knitting up a storm with a bunch of girls who know this one.

(Note the photo of me looking cheery here.)

My mom I went to Detroit to walk a half-marathon. Lesson learned in the cold? Next time, we run. (It was so cold!)

Ryan: Brownie of the year.

Two totally awesome concerts I've seen in the past week: Broken Social Scene on Halloween night. I usually have a thing against collectives, bands who have more than five members onstage at any time and double drum kits, but I have thrown in the towel. I give in to their charms. Live, they killed me. Seriously.

At the complete other end of the spectrum, my mom and I saw Dolly Parton a few nights ago. Omigod. She's so tiny and cute and all her instruments are covered in rhinestones. I may have to post the pictures of Boris' and my journey to Dollywood.