in my cd player... Geoff Farina Reverse Eclipse   on the page... Douglas Coupland Miss Wyoming   into... the sound of a steel drum; green tea from my antique Japanese teapot; the dark and contemplative quiet of the old post office; daydreaming about his nook; the flirty firefly sitting on my back window; low fat honey graham crackers   definitely not into... ever getting another parking ticket for as long as I live   the locusts... My ears have just started to notice them. For some reason I thought they were every seven years, but that must be some special brand of locust. Normally their chirping would drive me mildly insane, like the sound of Brandon rattling cookie sheets and numerous pots and pans while we're on the telephone. But now they just remind me of his childhood stories. And the sweetest curiosity of his nine-year-old self.   get-together-take 2... I invited Kate to join me Thursday night for the Nick Hornby reading at Metro Center. The least I can do is offer up an entertaining Brit after my silly treehouse apartment entrance and fatigued memory caused our crossed paths a few weeks ago.   one of the perks... Laine and Jennifer called last night from bar near the beach, just to let me know that they were at a bar near the beach. It had the obligatory hold-the-phone-up-to-hear-the-ocean moment. Jennifer said Laine had managed to get them a few free shots, which, those of us in Laine's social circle are well aware, is one of the best perks about her friendship. In fact, it's got me wondering about my trip into Manhattan this Saturday... and if the boat basin has anything resembling a flirty bartender.