Recent Obsessions

I spent a very lovely evening with the very lovely R, an old Williams classmate (well, two years older than me) who is now a scientist. We talked and talked and talked. It was lovely. The subject of Valentines was not raised at any point.

For the first time in many years I received a Valentine. (That is to say, in addition to one from my mom.) He sent me a poem, as if he knew that, for a stretch of years in my youth, I received a poem every year on Valentine's Day from... well, some of you know the story. Oddly though, this year I received renaissance French verse, while my Valentine years ago tended to involve 20th-century Americans along the lines of O'Hara and Koch. This is only odd because my first love is currently living in sin with a boy who spends much of his intellectual life in the world of renaissance verse. What to make of all this?

And what does it matter, when we now learn that Michael Jackson tried to get Corey Feldman "in the mood" by showing him some sort of venereal disease textbook! I swore I would not get interested in the Jackson trial—swore—but come on! They're gonna subpoena Emmanuel Lewis!

Did I mention there was some sort of venereal disease textbook? [Only a few musicologist will get that last link... private joke; don't worry about it.]

Anyway, I've been doing less work since I discovered The 80s TV Theme SuperSite. Super indeed! After losing several hours of my life to this site, I've now settled into a comforting routine of just listening to THIS over and over and over again.

Do not resist. Just click it again.

Tomorrow: Kiki and Herb.