in my cd player... Garbage eponymous   into... kahlúa and skim; a spotless bathtub; thyme and garlic chicken; honesty; sleeping with only a top sheet   definitely not into... 1425.7 miles   searching for... a bottle of cachaça to make the perfect caipirinha   grocery fame... Apparently Lynn and Dick Cheney grocery shop at the same Safeway that I frequent to buy yummy fat free yogurts and low fat graham crackers and all the other pedestrian grocery staples that Fresh Fields doesn't provide. Living in Upper Georgetown is sometimes like the bizarro equivalent to having a house on Mulholland Drive. Except it's not as fun to drive.   the bus stop... People often ask me what brought me from Boston to DC. Meeting a stranger at a bus stop and passing over 30 minutes entrenched in good conversation is one example.   Boston is definitely not about random conversations with strangers. But I, on the other hand, am.   after the fact... In leafing through my Posts from last week, I learned that Rebecca Gates played a show here on Sunday night. Not exactly something I could have made it to--- logistically or emotionally--- but I was still a little disappointed.   But if by some kind of magic, her new record Ruby Series appeared on my doorstep, I'm sure I'd get over it.   frozen treats... I cut the recipe for granité out of last night's Post in anticipation of Erika's Labor Day Weekend visit. Erika and I are really all about fruit flavored ice.