Sony CyberShot DSC-T70

I finally broke down and bought one of those small digital cameras that fit in your pocket. I'm still getting used to it, but it's nice having one that is so convenient to have with you. I still need to get an extra battery for it for even more convenience. So far, so good!

The White Stripes

Love them. The Racounteurs sophmore album too. Very cool. Not sure how I would like one of their concerts, but I love to listen on the radio.

Beatles vs. Rolling Stones?

Beatles. Every time the Rolling Stones come to town (which is quite often) I realize that I enjoy the Rolling Stones, there is such a thing as too much Rolling Stones for me. I respect them, but can o.d. on them.

Last time Paul McCartney came to town, I actually had tickets, and I couldn't go because my husband was traveling and I couldn't work out a reasonable childcare arrangement so I could go. I was so disappointed. He's one performer I feel that clock ticking on seeing. He certainly could retire and never tour again at any moment.

TiVo

I love my new TiVo box. TiVo has made television watching bearable again for me. I had given up on tv a long time ago out of frustration. I can watch what I want, when I want without commercials now. Yay TiVo!

My favorite poem

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

---Dylan Thomas