God tur!

Are you allowed to mention your friends by name on your blog? Do you have to ask permission first? Personally, I'm used to writing about people in poems that involve such a metaphorical tangle that few of them would recognize themselves (Although they may have some suspicions, I don't know. They've never brought it up. Awkward!)

Anyway, what I wanted to write today was a little message to my pal Jeremy. Just reading the coverage of the Pitchfork music festival today and thinking about our little journey to the shores of Lake Michigan. Good times, good times. (Minus the heat. And the exhaustion. And the sticky paste the dirt and sunscreen created all over my legs.) I was just remembering you rifling through all those records. And making fun of the hipsters. And discussing our "types." And you offering to pose as my sig-o. Oooh, oooh, and that fat guy with the awesome 2-4-6-8-10 dance! Good times. Given that this summer has mostly been about my being a hermit, as well as my addiction to all those puzzles old people do to stave off Altzheimer's (seriously, I've been solving everything in sight! Jumbles, sudoku, even those Cryptoquotes with the stupid sayings from people I've never heard of!), I'm glad I took a little time out one year ago to act my age. Mostly I discovered that people my age are out of their f-ing minds, but, it was still nice to experience it for myself. So, cheers, Jerems! Safe journey back to the US of A!

PS In other news, the Norwegian newspaper Aftenposten reported today that eating hotdogs increases your risk of stomach cancer. Is anyone genuinely surprised by this?

No, really. I do spend hours with spools of wool/cotton blend yarn and a book of vintage sock patterns. Hey, it's how justify my trashy television. And it's a great way to warm up for retirement.

Implying that knee high socks aren't the staple of every sophisticated woman's wardrobe, the other day my friend Lindsey asked me what I was going to wear with them. Personally, I'm thinking hot pants.

Postsecret updates.

It has always been difficult for me to confess my likes and dislikes to other people. Although I eventually realized that what captures a person's imagination is part of their charm, and that one of the best ways to get the most interesting information about another person is to tell them the craziest things about yourself, one joy I didn't anticipate was how others will take up your cause and, better yet, pass on to you things you're destined to fall in love with. This secrets project is one of those things. I look forward to my weekly emotional roller coaster.