on my real player... Ida Will You Find Me and Ten Small Places I broke down and downloaded Morpheus so that I could find my favorite songs online for free. Integrity lost. What have I come to? "Lassie... go for help, girl."   But then I listen to "Les Etoiles Secretes" and their cover of The Secret Stars' "Shoe-In" and my heart breaks. And I don't know how I ever lived without this. Without these magic sounds.   on the page... J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire   smelling like... Cucumbers and melon... or in other words, my 22nd birthday. My mom bought me body lotion that smelled like cucumbers and melon for my 22nd birthday. And it's such a memory: a dimly lit dorm room, my belly full from lunch with my parents, a homemade loaf of bread instead of a birthday cake (my special request), the sound of a thunderstorm, and this smell."   charmed endlessly by... That new Monster.com commercial that says to "show up on Monday with your own coffee... the good kind." It reminds me of B and his new job and the excitement of all that newness. Every nook and cranny filled with possibility. Knock knock knock... opportunity here.   I guess you could say I'm craving some kind of change. Hmmmm... more data required.   can't resist... Buying hair products at CVS... tempted by endless lines of laminators and finishing creams. I'm like Laine with her freezer full of sorbets.   obligatory phone calls... The phone only rang twice and then I heard some swearing and something to the effect that if Tilda Swinton received a nomination he was going to slice open someone's head and flick tiny pieces of his/her brain with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.   Just another year of Oscar nominations with Michael and Jolene. I always marvel how it's fun as an East Coaster to be on the lagging end of a satellite delay for once... being able to hear the nominations through the telephone before they are actually announced on my television. Unfortunately, that's about as interesting as it got.   a coincidence... When B told me he was going to the rodeo to see Bob Dylan, I thought it was just a coincidence. King of folk/King of... ummm... bucking broncos? Surely not the same person. Turns out, it is one and the same-- which required a long explanation about what exactly happens during a "rodeo" that in the end, sounded a lot like the Ohio State Fair.   Which is all kind of a lengthy way to say that I dreamt about cows last night.   in need of a better wednesday than tuesday... Erika needs a smile and a word of encouragement and, perhaps most of all, a secret pathway to the weekend.