One of the most recent developments in my life is a weekly Tuesday night bowling showdown between the ladies I work with and the kids who work in the record store upstairs. Pictured here are the victors of the inaugural round, brandishing the trophy that Morgan (the only girl in this picture) made, which is intended to move back and forth between shops depending on who emerges victorious each week. Chris (far left) built a shelf for it, which is emblazoned with “Shelf of Glory” and sits behind the cash register in the store. My team is all really bad at bowling, so we haven’t bothered to craft a shelf of our own. Yet.
Talking Heads - (Nothing But) Flowers
I am a regular at a bar with a jukebox, and most of the time this is ok. Sometimes it is awful, and sometimes it is pretty good! Usually it is pretty good when Kip, one of the two (married [to each other]) bartenders, gives me or someone I like a few dollars to pick out some music. Rarely is it surprising, and rarely is it sublime - but last night, it was both, and the surprising, sublime song was this one.
