This morning, as I was eating breakfast and listening to music, I found myself inexplicably welling up with emotion, to the point of near-tears. Now, I wasn’t listening to the Free Haiti concert or Mariah Carey’s “One Sweet Day,” (stop judging me!) nothing that tends to elicit a negative emotional […]

Blaming hormones

I never know what to say to people who ask me what kind of music I like. I can't tell the truth without then giving a speech about how pseudo-goth pop is really quite moving if you can just think of all the corpse references as "metaphors for life." I also can't lie about it because I'm a terrible liar. During jury duty last year, I accidentally said I was married and then tried to roll with it until they asked me what my husband's name was and I said "Eleanor."


When did Ben Folds become Austin Powers?