Amy Winehouse is favorite musical artist at the moment. i’ve been gushing over her album “back to black” for the past few days.

check out her “back to black” song and video:

My mother sent me a link to a bbc news story about strange book titles with this note:

h, if you decide to write a book, all you may need is a quirky title.

The top honors of the “odd title prize” went to The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America: A Guide to Field Identification, but I think the best of the top three is Better Never To Have Been: The Harm of Coming Into Existence. Of the previous years’ winners, Living with Crazy Buttocks is a personal favorite.

forget my recent endeavor to write a good article or book. apparently all i need to wow several thousand people is a weird title. i’ve got a few i’m working on, but if you want to contribute any, i’d love to hear them.

perhaps it was the cup of coffee at 3 p.m., or the hundreds of black and white photos – the tattoo artist, the bucket of fish, the sky over the ocean – or the puddle of melting snow i stepped in that purged me of my tears. or maybe it was last night’s insomnia or, more likely, my menstrual cycle who always manages to fuck with my emotions. all those things could have been the catharsis of the tears that dripped off my reddened nose and cheeks as i hurried along congress street to my door. but they weren’t. all i have to blame are nine stupid sentences. and one dumb bitch.

My friend Kay sent me this email today:

Type that into google and you get this recent article. You can’t miss this one…

diaper arrest

The most impressive part:

“Captain Nowak, 43, was wearing a trench coat and wig when she was arrested early Monday morning. She told the police she had worn diapers on the journey so that she would not have to stop to use the restroom so she could arrive in time to meet Captain Shipman’s flight at the airport.”

I just want to know what was going through her mind as she was wetting herself during her drive? “My, I’m so smart… good thing I thought of wearing diapers, sure did get me arrested faster than it otherwise would have… I work for NASA… I’m such a genius… I mean afterall, going to the bathroom takes WAY too much time.” Unbelievable.

Wow.

For a woman smart enough to be an astronaut, it she’s lacking a good bit of knowledge about things like diaper rash or rest stops, or fast food joints or the ease of just pulling over, pulling down one’s drawers and throwing modesty to the wind – all of which take, oh, about 2 minutes. But maybe astronauts wear diapers all the time. Peeing without gravity after all would be an interesting experience.

The real question I have about all of this though is not why the heck Nancy wore diapers on her voyage but why the heck my friend Kay Googled dirty diapers.

$400500 One heck of a woman looking for one hell of a household (Anywhere in Denver that doesn’t suck)

this is my new home in the library of the Salt Institute for Documentary Studies.

I think after this winter I can officially claim the title of snow queen.

Since November 29, 2006 wherever I have been there has been snow, undesirably enormous piles of it.

check out the latest dousing:

i’m moving to death valley tomorrow.

while distracting myself from the much more pressing task of writing, I happened upon this clip from Letterman that aired in November.

I like it.

and that is as profound a critique i can give after spending 80 hours in front of the computer this week.

if you are curious just what the women of Maine Roller Derby look like through the eyes of my photographer (we have a running joke about using the possessive pronoun to refer to and introduce one another) Morrigan McCarthy, go to

www. morriganmccarthy.com.

the photos and the photographer are bad-ass.

I hope I am this entertaining when I’m 88.