Cleanup

In an effort to appease Joe Knippenberg, I have ditched the filthy straw hat and graced my masthead with an even more smugly self satisfied-looking portrait, sure to soothe the angina pectoris of my most dedicated critics. Those gas-station sunglasses rotted off two days ago in the waters of St. Maarten, but on the internets, they live forever!

In other news, I've made an effort to update the collection of books you might enjoy at bottom right of this blog. Some of them are newish, some not so new. Every time you click through, I get like 50 cents, so if you're extra bored this month just keep clicking forward and backward on your browser and listen to the sound of my piggy bank filling up with nickelless change.

Blogwise, I'm ever so slightly behind, so rest assured that all those topic suggestions I called in last month also live forever in the tubes, and I'll be returning to them, and also that I'll be filling out the rest of that Whiteness Test. And now, your moment of zen. Start at 2:25:

Comments

[Joules]

I see you found your inner Elvis in the Caribbean.