it's really not that interesting

Now that it's officially out and I know how to feel about it thanks to Pitchfork giving it an 8, I'm almost ready to give a track by track review of I'm Not There. The only reason I played it on the downlow was because I didn't want to get my LRS in trouble for selling me that wa-ay early. Because, you know, The Man combs the internets for such things and would bust me out. But seriously, it's really really really good. So good I do not regret my choice to buy it on cd and vinyl. Or maybe I kinda regret the vinyl but only because I can't listen to it until I get my new needle. Though I may not be able to resist temptation, I wonder if I should wait until the record player is situated it it's place of honor upstairs and listen to it for the first time on vinyl. Or does that make me crazy?

Market day tomorrow. I grow weary of squash. The time is fast approaching when Meijer must be faced. Sigh.

Tonight is our Day of the Dead program here at the library. I'll be curious to see what the turn out is like. Earlier this week I had a woman come in because members of her church had seen our display and thought the library was promoting Satan worshipping and "blaming it on the Mexicans." If anyone can decipher the logic of their complaint please fill me in. We have about 15 altars set up in the auditorium and they are really quite something. Kari's really does kick some ass as she did Sister Mary complete with an ashtray, her Janis Joplin records, paperclips (Mary's favorite invention. I never thought about this before. A favorite invention. I might have to go with the post-it note, but I'll get back to you on that), and her poetry dissertation from State. I ran out of time and didn't get mine together but I'll definitely be in for next year. It's a great celebration and I hope we end up with good community support.

Things are moving very quickly upstairs and it's not impossible that we'll be up there before my birthday which would be ideal. Painting the big wall at the top of the stairs might just wait until after we move in which means after the stove is in (end of the week maybe?) we have the last of the cleaning and then we're a go. I honestly can't wait. The vibe up there is so positive. With those huge windows it feels like you're living in the trees. And with all the built-in bookshelves, Peter and I will officially look like insane people surrounded by books.

Dang. That sounds like a little piece of heaven to me.