The Seaweed Is Always Greener

There is a more extensive Boston report upcoming; suffice it to say that the foliage was most charming and so was the company. I did take the time to walk around Fenway Park, which, although empty (since they were playing in St Louis by then) shimmered with the energies of many thousand prayers since answered. Wednesday night, back in DC, saw the phenomenal Dresden Dolls, and got home in time for the last of the Champagne.

Since then I've been working back at the place and pretty much loving it, although I know that I need to make some serious long-term plans soon. How bloody boring does that sound, eh? Shouldn't there be some way for me to profit from my love of football and my encyclopedic knowledge of the lyrics to "Under the Sea"? ("when the sardines begin the beguine/ it's music to me ... what do they got, a lot of sand?/ We got a hot crustacean band ...")

And tomorrow -- Liverpool at Blackburn -- cross your fingers that Stevie'll be back.