This is the route I take to class, three out of four school days a week. Something about walking beneath this green canopy puts me in the right frame of mind.

Then Bowdu and I went to Ohlone, the little dog park, where a news reporter (the one in pink holding the microphone, of course) was interviewing people who make their own dog food, tying that in with the recent dog food scare. Nope, nuttin' to do with either me or the dog.

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In light of my recent burst of radio nostalgia, I want to point out that casetta, posting from Philadelphia, plugged WCBN on his Weekly Five this week. When you're gettin' the scoop from someone whose record collection numbers in the tens of thousands... YOU BETTER LISTEN! Sure, lots of people have crummy record collections, even large collections of bad records, but chances are that once you hit a certain number of records, you have transcended all the possible suckiness that was commercially available in your lifetime, and have at least penetrated the surface of music considered to be timelessly good. Hence, people with massive record collections are always automatically deserving of your attention.

That sentence made more sense in my head. Anyway, go have a look.