That's fuckin' blasphemy. Elvis wasn't a Cajun.

I'm so thrilled, I actually got a ton of writing done today. Nothing much on the whole website project, mind you (except realizing my how-to-Dreamweaver book was due yesterday, oops), but I did write six film articles I've had outlined. Yahoo!



I've been toying on and off with the idea of checking out the caucus tonight, apparently Texas is one of the few states where you can both vote and caucus, and I'm not altogether sure what the fuck that even means. (Except that I could get to vote twice, but whatever). A brief search turned up an AP article, which contained the frightening line:

In the caucuses, participants must gather at a set time for sometimes lengthy party-run meetings where they publicly declare their choice, and turnout is inevitably lower.

Public speaking? Fuck that. I'd also be on my own, as D is closing tonight. So I have a feeling I may be giving the caucus, however interesting and educational, a miss tonight. I would drag my friend J, but he's off at the They Might Be Giants show, which I turned down. (Although he mentioned a show in April I'm debating--The New York Dolls at the Granada. Ok, most of The New York Dolls is a more accurate description. Might be a fun show). Anyhoo.



And speaking of music, I've actually been doing a decent job with one of my "resolutions" (for lack of a better word) to listen to a new album each week. I usually download a new album, preferably something I've been curious about (rather than a group I'm really familiar with). I made an exception for the new Sheryl Crow album as I heard such good things and I haven't been too impressed with her last few efforts (I can seldom stand the stuff they play on the radio, but the other tracks on her albums are surprisingly good).

I think I'll be making another exception soon, seeing that Chris Thile (as Bob Boilen of All Songs Considered described him, "My favorite mandolin player," as I guess we could have so many...?) has a new album with a group called Punch Brothers. (Chris Thile was the lead singer of Nickel Creek, which seems to be indefinitely "temporaily" disbanded. But who cares, he was the easily the best part of that group anyway...and no, not just because he was charismatic and the brother/sister duo was overtly religious and cold. Okay maybe it didn't help).



(Hmm, someone got plenty use of this shirt...this is the same shirt he was wearing when I got permission to shoot photos during a Bluegrass fest in 2001...)

But in the meantime, I've got to get back to my broccoli cheese soup I'm attempting. We ate what we both feel is the absolute final word in broccoli cheese soup at Hoffbrau Steaks last weekend and I'm desperate to re-create it. Not gonna happen, but maybe I can at least make something close? Plus we've been eating like shit lately.

I'll be up keeping an eye on the caucus/primary results, woo hoo!